RomeoThe name's Romeo. Yeah, alright. Don't bother. Whatever you were about to say, I've already heard it: considering the fact that probably everyone in the world is force-fed Shakespeare at some point or other, it's not surprising that all the stupid puns that come my way aren't exactly original. I've had English teachers yell lines at me, thinking that, for some dumb reason, I've got the whole play memorised. Not likely. My parents didn't call me Romeo because they're Die Hard Bard fans. Dad lost a bet to a mate. Not exactly enchanting.Romeo4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was watching TV in the living room, minding my own business. All of a sudden the door slammed open, and there was Mum, glaring at me as though I'd left a week's worth of socks stuffed behind the radiator. I was about to remind her that I'd taken out the rubbish that morning, but before I could say anything, she strode over to the windows and wre
something to write about...I'd been drug sniffedsomething to write about...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
addled & otherwise
by agents in
points of origin
hope to heart to god
like father thought
hand to fist to mouth
like mother taught
as if no one had
colored those pale
so I shook
as all good books
to the shape
you've made me
I tried to trace
as a map
but found you'd
Pass the Poem: Loss of a LovedYour face still fills my vision when I close my eyesPass the Poem: Loss of a Loved6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I remember July's gentle rain on white wicker.
I yearn for the candle-lit nights of embracing love
And I miss the unforgettable fire in your eyes
the memory of your smile stains my heart with a color I can't describe
midnight blue my thoughts run in circles, with star dropped diamond tears
My heart cannot comprehend this feeling of desolation
as teardrops patter through the broken window of my heart
My eyes cannot abandon the sights of you suffering-fading away
I'm lonely and everywhere I hear the sky screaming your name
A stray breeze carries your scent and a stranger wears your face.
I'm caught up in wisps of your phantom that I want to never leave.
I press flowers onto your grave, a token of affection
One you will never be able to push back... my hands are empty
I fall back against the tomb stone and wonder why you left
Its one of my many questions to which the heavens answer with silence
Without you, I'm starting
cold pennieshoney, that tight little stomach of yourscold pennies6 years ago in Other More Like This
under low-cut denim
cries out that youre scared shitless
of whats to come
you know its gonna all go flat
after the lights and the dancing and the boys and the sweat
turns to ice, running down quaking limbs
to drench the sheets
your mouth tastes like cold pennies
and youve got blisters on your feet
but you wear those heels anyway
because if you stand tall and
maybe they wont notice that you dont know
you dont even know if youre real
Shed your Tatters by the RiverGirl, shed your tatters by the riverShed your Tatters by the River5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but never shed a single tear.
Let them cling on to your sclera
as monsoon droplets to a mirror
and coalesce into the stream
of your translucent dreams -
your own personal
- just beneath your weary lids,
the lake where all your passions feed;
anger, fear, hatred, grief -
let them all simmer and sieve,
undisclosed, beneath your eyes,
'til all your feelings seem to phase
into one relentless sea
of compassionate placidity,
and your pure heart is moved
by stirrings of first love.
Girl, shed your tatters by the river
but never shed a single tear.
GriefHands clasp togetherGrief6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
The crunch of leaves
Beneath covered feet
Through the trees
The gray fades
to white or black
Around the cold branches
Trees in the mist
White cold hands
golden ingredientsminneapolis hadgolden ingredients6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes so blue
I couldn't sleep
wanted to wander
lose myself in her
but memory's unmade
dreams depart with
I ate up pavement
like a twin city
and though I left
before you loved me
I couldn't ask
for a better way
to fill my hours
A Broken Neon BulbSleepless nightsA Broken Neon Bulb5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clicking frantically for water:
My seed yearns for a clue,
an answer for its
wordless, impossible question.
Will these efforts
Or will the tired branches
of this new, this oh-so new
shrivel with premature age
before they can
How many circles will I turn
before my leaves
lap up the sun?
And yet, I seek no oracle.
Should I have the choice,
I would take no powers
I am frightened.
What will become of me?
what will I become?
it isn't really therecannot kenit isn't really there5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that once again
this thing we see
in clarity -
is just a new mirage.
what dreams create will dissipate,
as dawning light reveals it as a shadow.
[that brilliant inspiration was a shadow?]
we lie awake a-worry over absolutes.
nothing comes to mind until
we start to drift away.
then, the answer is so obvious
our calmness is complete,
and so, we sleep.
early to arise aware
with optimism -
no clue as to why,
that night again to worry.
llp - sep2010 - dA
flowersandrobotsthe futureflowersandrobots6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
judging the duration
by the a-
mount of empty chairs
arranged at your
from the tulips
while their true lips
and the price
of every present
is the former you
the never pleasant
tread quiet, tread deepnight is the stale scenttread quiet, tread deep6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of collected breaths
leaving the light on
in spite of despising it
the almost never silent
and the body
hope is a half-truth
hope lies in hiding it
the days rest their weight
in the lines of your face
and they ache
skin's a scribbled-on postcard
sincere and unsent
and a memory's
where you left it
Should I Call a Priest?It's almost comical,Should I Call a Priest?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I HATE MYSELF I HATE MY LIFE I HATE EVERYTHING
the way you take things
WHY AM I EVEN ON THIS EARTH I'M A WASTE OF SPACE
NO DON'T SPANK ME STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP
way out of control.
Lost NightsIn the headlightsLost Nights5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your hips are battleships
the ball & chain
of our sleeping pills
lodged in our throats.
My fingers are ripped
by your artillery &
I wrap myself in
walk along the edge
two inches of concrete
keeping us from
spraining our minds.
The cars on the highway
pass in light trails
The canaries of
your hands wave
singing, dying off
You don't know
the meaning of
twenty weeks of
holding your hands
between your thighs
I know it well.
the water stings
the laughter in
I love you
holds us like a rope
& the balance of
science & poetry
becomes a safety net.
lost poetryhow human it is to repeatedly think,lost poetry5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"oh, that's so perfect,
i'll never forget" -
then draw a blank.
there's no excuse;
i have a recorder.
cute little thing -
perfect working order.
...but where is it?
llp - aug2010 - dA
SuperWho - DangerousSuperWho - Dangerous 11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Doctor, please, stay back, I-I'm getting help," Rose pleaded, backing closer to the console. He was in between her and freedom.
The Doctor rolled his eyes, "They're not going to help you. He's not even strong enough to get me out of here. You should hear him scream though. Someone wants to come out and play."
"Who is he? What have done Doctor, you're not right, you're sick!"
The Doctor tsked, "Oh, no, no, no, I'm not sick. I'm all better, really. He's a big improvement with me in here. All the knowledge he hasn't been using properly! He does have quite a bit of it shut off from me, though, I'll fix it in due time. He's got quite a bit in here on you too, the naughty boy."
Rose stepped back as far as she could from him, wishing she was closer to the doors of the T.A.R.D.I.S, "What do you mean?"
He rolled his eyes, "Stupid girl.
Yandere!Jeff The Killer X Reader .:PROLOGUE:.Yandere!Jeff the Killer X ReaderYandere!Jeff The Killer X Reader .:PROLOGUE:.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You were out at the local mall in your town, looking for new clothes with your best friend, Mae (Me XD) You two were having a bit of a laugh about, as you both finished your exams and were celebrating on leaving school. You had lunch at (Y/R) and were now looking in your favourite shop, looking for nice outfits. While Mae was finishing up her tomboy stage of life, you were still in the middle of it, liking the feeling of jeans and t-shirts.
"Hey, what about this!" Mae was almost yelling, holding up a plain white dress that cut at the knee, almost like a elegant nightgown, but for day wear.
"NO!" you jokingly said back, looking at (F/C) tops and jeans.
"Shame, because you'd rock dresses really well!" She sang back. She flicked her longish blond plaits back, with a air of grace. "More for me!~"
Time went quick, as it came time for Mae to catch the bus back, as she lived the opposite side of town, while you lived nearby. You waved Mae goodbye and began to
It's everything...I've found a spot where the floor creaks just for me.It's everything...10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit & wait there
for the boards to collapse,
for my unannounced visit
to the neighbors.
I sit & wait
at lights, and in lines,
and in conversations
that go in circles.
I sit & wait for the music to end,
just so that I can go home.
I keep quiet as the world sleeps;
afraid to wake someone up,
afraid to sleep alone.
I've built a routine
dependent on falling apart
and still somehow manage
to be surprised
by every last bitter goodbye,
by every last haunting regret,
by every last
Portal 2 - By ChellPotatoes always smell of earth, even long after they have been washed. Planting wires in the tawny skin reminds her of her orchard — laughter and warm breath, with her hands all dirty from digging them up, and then the sweet taste of dad’s excellent cooking. She is having fun. Science and home are her two favourite things.Portal 2 - By Chell6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
She does not think when the sirens start howling. She grabs the full vase she has brought along from her garden, and shoves it in. The battery has plenty of quiet time to take root.
The little water comes from a leak in a broken pipe. It falls with patience, drop after drop — while the gap widens over time, it still isn’t enough. The light is that of the emergency neons. Potatoes are the strongest, though.
Scientists in dirty lab coats visit once, dragging their feet, before they are caught and shoved back in the darkness. They seek shelter, maybe a little food and water, if that isn’t asking too much. But they last little; the lea
Portal 2 - MurdererThis time is even worse than the first.Portal 2 - Murderer5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You do not have the chance to think it through, nor to counter the attack. Falling for it twice is just too much for you to bear. Your mind shuts down under the weight of rage, then fear, then just one word — murderer.
You have learnt the hard way, how being helpless sets your fury ablaze. The strength of it would be able to free you a thousand times, if only you could use it — but you are tied to a procedure, and it is checkmate, once more, against a heartless human.
There are no words to tell how much you hate her. You can picture her whole, in your clouded sight — you imagine her gloating and arrogant, shaken by the same gross laughter that haunts your memories of them.
In your delirium, her voice sounds stinging and cruel. It is so easy, so tempting, to overwrite what you will never hear with a nightmare — if nothing else, it helps you make the whole thing less terrible.
At least, you will be sure you are
SoaM - Ch 4 - SuperWhoLockSomething of a MysterySoaM - Ch 4 - SuperWhoLock3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Chapter 4: Something of a Perversion of Relations
Warning: Perverted jokes, tempers, angst, general DW-verse confusion
Rating: T, to be safe
Dean and the Doctor stood on the porch, one sipping a beer, the other ginger ale. "It's too bad he didn't have any tomato juice," the Doctor rambled. "I really like tomato juice. It gives me this warm, fuzzy feeling. Like home, or... New new new New York."
Dean gave him an odd look, knowing he was avoiding the topic at hand but unwilling to call him out on it. "New new New York?" he asked bemusedly.
The alien man shook his head. "No. New new new New York," he said. "Forth Earthling-settled planet several million years from now, New new new Earth. They're good about keeping the names of cities and countries." He smiled, but quickly sobered. "I can't help you."
Dean almost missed the so
RendezvousI think you and I shouldRendezvous5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Try being in love for a little while.
We have a track-record for choosing
Those who break our heart, those who
Drop us off on the side of a
Lonely 2-lane highway far outside Amarillo.
You and I are the sort who
Don't sit there waiting for the dust
To settle. There is so much to be
Seen and so little time to see it in.
So we pick ourselves up, brush off the
Dust, and continue down the road,
Smiling at beautiful sunsets, breath-taking
Sunrises, and long afternoons in the light of day.
Let's get lost for a little while,
Open doors we've never tried before.
Crawl through windows that require
A step-stool and a crowbar. Breathe in one
Another until we've had more than our fill.
We can repaint the night with paintbrushes
That don't require us to give up our
balligomingo...we dance -balligomingo...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
allow lips to brush
tantalize each other
dive in pleasure
goosebumps on arms
traverses in shivers
love of love
not of lust
desire of desire
as in a wire
soon to erode
i whisper your name
dear meisha, come home asapyou shredded a million little fingertips.dear meisha, come home asap6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sucked the meat right out from under the filthy cracks
and didnt even leave time to chew
you up and down yourself, love. ow,
ow my bone marrow! youre making it sting
the way you're bringing cobras to my clavicle,
please dont please dont
stick me in the ocean with the orcas.
theyre so beautiful, but i saw what they
did to that seal, i said i saw what they did
to that seal.
and how i caught you stealing my nailpolish from my
underwear drawer, was like a machete through my
canvas, and this all goes back to the day i watched
that huskiwolf heave blood all over my turtleskin. hi,
my name's tori, and i had a dog, but it died. hi, my names
tori, and i had a cat, but it