Scars are proof that you lived...Scars are proof that you lived through the toughest of times,Scars are proof that you lived...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you fell like you failed, but if your still here today, reading this, you didn't.
your beautiful, even with your scars, they make you beautiful, if anyone says diffrent they are wrong.
if you can go a couple of days without cutting i;m proud of you,
if your suicidal and your reading this, i;m proud of you,
if you ate food without feeling guilty or thowing it up, i'm proud of you,
you made it this far through all your struggles with a fake smile,
you can go farther but with a real smile,
you can get through tough times,
you can get better,
you just have to believe you can.
even if you feel all hope is gone,
i'll still believe in you.
you feel like you want to die,
but really all you want is someone to save you.
you feel like your not strong enough to get through everything,
if you just end your life,
you will hurt alot more people than you think,
those people are going to cry alot more than you ever did,
Just...They tell me to stop,Just...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I keep going...
It's not their choice but mine,
And I won't stop until they start showing.
MR: P. S. I Love You Ch. 10FPOVMR: P. S. I Love You Ch. 105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That was one hell of a kiss.
I don't know why, but somehow, Max's reaction was kind of surprising. I thought that after all the time that we've been apart it was just me being a clingy idiot that I still had romantic feelings for her.
Grinning, I remembered her reaction.
That was awesome.
We were half way home by now, and Max had by now wrapped her arms around my neck for more support in the air.
I shivered a little. It was already December, and being the genius I was, I forgot my coat somewhere under my bed
Max wasn't much better. All she was wearing was a t-shirt and jeans.
During the daytime, this would have been fine. We were still in Arizona, so it didn't get all that cold.
In the evening however
Max felt me shiver, and pressed herself closer to me.
God she was warm.
Dr. M's house was right below us, and I started a downward spiral.
Max cringed and hid her face in my chest. She really didn't like flying in people's arms.
I landed gently on the back porch, tr
Insufferable PainJust one slit...Insufferable Pain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody has to know.
I'll make it small
and hide it somewhere well.
Please, just let me cut.
I feel like I am drowning,
And me stopping isn't helping.
I feel worse by the second.
Please just let me do it,
Just give me the razor,
And I'll give it right back.
Please I just can't stand it anymore,
I feel like my skin is burning,
All I do is claw at my wrists,
And just wish it would bleed.
I can't handle this anymore,
Please someone help me...
MR: P.S. I Love You Ch. 9MPOVMR: P.S. I Love You Ch. 96 years ago in Teen More Like This
I think my brain just disappeared.
Im sitting in Fangs lap with his face in my hair. I feel like squealing like some love struck teenager.
Wait. I am a love struck teenager.
We sat like that for a little while, and eventually, I managed to calm down a little.
Fang sighed and tightened his grip around me.
Max we need to talk.
That was unexpected.
Talk about what? I murmured, turning my head so my cheek was pressed against his chest. I inhaled slowly, taking in as much of Fangs scent as I could. I felt his steady heart beat, which was a little faster than our norm.
Fang was nervous. But why?
About you leaving, he said so softly that I almost didnt hear him.
What about it? I asked, tightening my grip on his hand. I meant the gesture to be reassuring.
He squeezed my hand in return, silently thanking me for the support.
In the letter you left that night, you said that if we went with you, all
Six Word Story: ThoughtsI'm completely alone with my thoughts...Six Word Story: Thoughts2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mommy There's this GirlMommy there’s this girlMommy There's this Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think she may be like me
She’s in my every waking thought
She’s in my every dream
She tells me I’m not worth it
That I deserve to die
Mommy, make her go away
She makes me want to cry
Mommy, she’s so ugly
Barred claws and snarling teeth
She takes up all the space around me
Making it hard to breath
She jumps at my weaknesses
She plays at all my flaws
And mommy, there’s so many
Every thought gives her a cause
Mommy I can’t do it
I can’t compete with this girl
I give into all her taunting
I give her complete control
She drives me with such sluggish force
So closely to the edge
I prepare myself to fall
‘Mommy I’m sorry’ whispered as I jumped off the ledge
This girl gives a short laugh
A sour but victorious gloat
But mommy with my dying breath I finally get it
So please understand and take note;
Mommy there’s this girl
I thought she was someone else
But I now know I was quite mistaken,
You're Always SorryI'm laying hereYou're Always Sorry3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
as everything i feel
The Underlying LieThe Underlying LieThe Underlying Lie3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I choose if I want to reveal it.
My lips and expressions will conceal it.
My words will infiltrate and deceive your thoughts.
My plot is unpredictable I don't intend to get caught.
It is mine to own and sell as I please.
It will invade and contaminate like an infectious disease.
If you uncover the antidote ill have to come clean.
Claim that I cant help it and that I am a compulsive feign.
This doesn't mean you are now immune to this common plague.
You will never know when it will return its symptoms are vagu
MR: P.S. I Love You Ch.3MPOVMR: P.S. I Love You Ch.36 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I let the air current take me higher in the sky. I had traveled for about half an hour at super speed just in case the flock followed me; but I was dying to return.
I wanted to return back to the hotel and say that leaving was a mistake.
I wanted to say that the Voice had lied and it was all a big trick.
I wanted to return to the flock and never leave.
I wanted it all, but I couldnt have it.
Not for many years.
Tears started to spill and roll down my cheeks. I didnt care. No one would see me cry anyway.
At mid-day I stopped at a fast food place and didnt even both to get mad when the cashier flirted with me. I was barely aware of him.
My mind was still on the flock.
I took to the skies again and flew all day long, not even paying attention to where I was going.
The sun had already set behind the mountains in the far horizon until I even bothered to look where I was.
I had left California in the morning and apparently, I was by my moms house in Arizona now.
Who We AreWho We Are.Who We Are3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We cant deny who we once were
because who we once were
made us who we are today.
The soul eaterMy eyes plunged into thy soulThe soul eater2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A hand on thy countenance
The other who tears thy heart
Thy blood flows abundantly on the floor
You cry, you scream with the help
Silly, it is too late
Tomorrow, an innocent woman will be like you
Mesmerized and trapped in my sharp claws
Fuck Up...Quenching my thirst,Fuck Up...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burning my throat,
Numbing my feelings.
Not allowing me to think,
Walking like a zombie,
My head clouded,
I don't realize what I do.
It's in my hand again,
How could it be?
It goes through.
And the sting brings me...
Back to reality,
Back to emotional pain.
I cut again.
My Mind...Let's draw a picture,My Mind...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a beautiful twist.
It starts on my thigh,
And ends on my wrist.
My eyes give me away,
Though there's a smile on my lips.
I want my bones to protrude,
Especially on my hips.
It's an everyday battle,
Until finally you disappear,
Because you screamed your lungs out,
But nobody wanted to hear.
Cry yourself to sleep,
Another sleepless night,
Trapped in my own fucking mind.
I've been told that dreams,
Can come true.
But they forgot to mention,
That nightmares are dreams too.
So when will I wake up from mine,
Because I'm in a race against time.
A Bad Nightcarpet fibersA Bad Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are creating an abstract picture
in the side of my face.
i glance unseeingly
at the clock above my head
and wonder how long i've been here now.
wet trails of mascara and eyeliner
are now caked-on dirt paths
littering my face.
at this angle,
that blemish on my dresser drawer
looks like a scar.
my index finger
slowly traces my own
and i giggle softly,
only because there is nothing left
for me to do.
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
There's a Body on my TablePaul unlocked, locked, unlocked, locked, unlocked, locked and unlocked the door before pushing it open. He took off his shoes, left one first, and laid them by the door in perfect parallel to each other.There's a Body on my Table7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Im home, he called, and from the top of the stairs the fish in his aquarium burbled in response. He counted his steps to the kitchen one, two, three...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. He lined up his feet and looked at the digital clock on the microwave - 6:04. He waited patiently, watching, until ah, 6:05. Letting out the breath hed been holding, he turned to the kitchen table and-
Oh, God. Paul was suddenly acutely aware of his pounding heartbeat in his ears. He somehow managed to steady himself against the chair back and remain upright, but he knew he would faint if he couldnt get himself under control. And he couldnt faint. That wasnt in the Routine.
He steeled himself and looked at the table again.
A dead fly on his kitche
Hidden in the Light Darkness flowed from a crimson cup, kissing the rim of the golden bowl that held the secrets of old. Long, gnarled fingers stirred the contents of deadly spell that will grant him all that he desired, but at what price?Hidden in the Light2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A hooded figure clothed in a fabric of silk and gold threaded into figures that only he can understand stood in front of the bowl as his fingers were coated in the poisonous mixture. He smiled to himself as he looked up at the broken window above his head as the light of the moon caressed the decaying stones of the once beautiful castle. Centuries of war and corruption have accelerated its death, creating the shell of a golden age that was tainted with dark magic.
The figure opened his mouth just as the moon touched the center of the sky. Out of the
UntitledUntitled5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Heart ready to fail, what will take over?
Love can be so cruel...
Cheated, broken, unseen, whatever has failed me
If the one I love to die, my heart would kill me soon after
I'm tired of loss
To live immortal
Would be a dream,
How I love thee,
Wish to never wake up from this dream
I will sit and sulk
Until my happiness is full filled
Pulled out of the trunk of darkness I've been trapped in
My wings spread I see the light finally
Every time I'm thrown back and my heart is lost
Will the light last for me,
this one time?
Times up Max...7What should we call her? Fang asked after about an hour.Times up Max...76 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Zanna. I replied straight away, stroking our babys soft cheek.
Zanna He spoke it slowly.
Yea, Ive kind of had it mind for a little while. I mumbled.
Why Zanna? He queried.
Because I really want people to know that youre her dad, and that youre my I trailed off realising I hadnt timed my question as I had planned. Zanna means Fang in Italian. I said. I really liked the idea of having her name linked to her dad like that. Her dad and my I paused for dramatic effect and to allow my blush to subside. He raised an eyebrow. My husband. I finished, biting on the inside of my curving lips.
But were not married. He said, with eyebrow still raised.
Hmm I paused again. So marry me then.
MR: P. S. I Love You Ch. 11FPOVMR: P. S. I Love You Ch. 115 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pale light faded in through Max's bedroom window and slowly lit up the room.
Even with my eyes closed, I could tell the difference in the amount of light. With a sigh, I let my eyes flutter unwillingly open. It was a cloudy day, and when I glanced at the alarm clock, I discovered that it was around 8:45. Both Ms. M and Ella had left by now, the elder to go to work, and the younger for high school.
The Flock and I were home schooled, taking our classes online. We had gone to school before, and obviously, that hadn't gone too well. In fact, that was a miserable experience.
Just then, I noticed that something, or rather, someone, was laying on my chest. I glanced down to find Max fast asleep with her arms wrapped around me.
My heart sped up a little, and I smiled softly, running my fingers through her soft hair. She moved a little, and sighed in her sleep.
"Fang..." she murmured in her sleep, and sighed again, snuggling into my chest.
I couldn't help but smile a little wider, and fel