ForgottenForgotten3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I WAS told to bring something into school
It was a plant
And I thought it was cool
But then, I for got. Man!
SHEEBA said it was during the twentieth
But people said it was tomorrow
I was dizzy
as my brain was pointing arrows
SeventeenYou're not seventeen, you're not seventeen, you're not seventeen no moreSeventeen4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We were lying intoxicated on your bedroom floor
You said, "The stars don't seem quite as bright in here."
And when the clock struck twelve, you're older by another year
So your hands are shaking and you're dripping with sweat
Whispering, "one day I'll forget this town, I just know I haven't yet."
I listen to the words that drip from your tongue with intent
Hoping that every single moment together was well spent
When the little pills we take start to wear down
And we're setting fire to this little town
I'll make sure to shout to the world
We're not seventeen no more
And we have this world, but nothing more
The love we had is like a flame
and when we leave this town
We're the only ones to blame
The stars on the ceiling are like a drug
Invoking deeper thoughts than we'd ever thunk
They spin in colours I've never seen
And lead us to places we've never been
I whisper, "Hold my hand, but don't let go
Let's go to places
i want to believe you smoke so much to calmi want to believe4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
all of your anxieties,
manifestations of an acidic childhood
and an uncertain future smiling-
when i look at you, you say:
"what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?"
and most days, i feel your sins are justified.
Old TracksI've lived inside a soundtrack,Old Tracks4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Struck twice by lightning every day,
I wasn't sure if I was living,
Till from suicide I ran away,
It's a strange feeling,
Hope you'll never know what I mean,
Change the contrast to improve the sound,
Spinning, always spinning around,
There seems to be something on my mind,
Things get confusing,
Ignore the signs,
Have you ever burst a bubble,
That you were inside,
Yet retained a record in your head,
Strange moments have gone by,
I Hope I don't have to run again,
I Hope I don't have to run again,
I Hope I don't have to run again,
I know I will not run again
Truth speaks uneasily.It takes two to split one.Truth speaks uneasily.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cigarette butts, unsung paper cuts
Sometimes I listen to the cries in the night,
Drain the skies and paint it all green
You say insincerities like all your forbears and their cats.
I can hear them pit-pat, faucets supercilious.
And when they lay back and laugh?
We cough, coughs and shit, shit.
They tell us love is the answer
Deity's tears dribble down the window
I put money in your heart
I was drinking when...I'm tired of waking up to cat pissI was drinking when...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and bleeding eyes
Wednesday morning hangovers
from yesterday's near-death experience
She is at my left and the cat is curled
in the crook of my arm
to my right
I stretch a little;
the cat makes a protest
and scampers out for water
I'm 15 minutes late for work
and I need a shower
I call in for an argument of excuses
turn on the hot water
I get the bottle of jaeger out
of the medicine cabinet
and have a few swallows
Within minutes the fog has cleared
I feel real and human again
I scrub vigorously
She's awake now
talking in her squeaky slur
Those blue eyes look at me, terrified
I love you, she says
while i'm pulling on my pants
I take my keys out of the golden bowl
next to the marijuana
without repeating such an obvious lie
Put Me In The ZooCheering, pacing, laceratingPut Me In The Zoo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hearts with minds of alternating
Hide the trace of depression
Speech is slurred
With eyes that blur
Makes hearing hard, to read lips
Pain is staying
Numbing higher trips-
And falls into the table
And Ive confessed
That Im not stable
Balance is a blessing
To sorting life
Live for my mind
Not my soul
Retrace the steps
To a broken home
Ill lie to you
Cause Im okay
ExtrasYou look like an extra for a porno film.Extras4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Youre nothing; youre just another whore,
Another consumer slave to the corporate gods,
Stumbling around in a dark pit of economy.
Boredom lifted seasons that bucked and sighed
They couldnt stand the weight, from all the times you lied
Although you tried to amend the mistakes you made
(I never stole your money) it was not truth that burned your mouth
It's become an early morning waking instinct,
A lets-just-slip-back-asleep-again prospect
I'm having a love affair with the cold side of the pillow
And when shes not there I like to cry (its all the time now)
Just to hear her voice would be enough,
The image of her face burned in my mind
Shes everything although I am nothing
And we are nothing; to this, Im blind
I live in fear of all of you, you porno extras,
And consumer slaves who tempt me often
Because I know that I cant have her
When all of you are watching.
Let beDont tell the smokers that smoking is bad Let be4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It fills their lungs with warmth the world denies.
Dont tell the lovers not to love who they love,
Love is not a caged bird it is an eagle in a storm.
Dont tell the drinkers not to drink all their money,
Its the only thing that stops their hands shaking.
Dont tell the sinners that sin sends them to hell,
They know, and maybe thats where they want to be.
Let the dreamers dream, because sometimes their reality
Is more like a nightmare and their dreams are like living.
homeI would live in the woods.home4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would live in a circular clearing with
tall grass and snake holes and just my lover and i
day after day, returning with dirt peppered on my bare back
and clippings of crisp leaves flickering in my hair.
I don't need a bed.
our spoons would be self-whittled,
our plates hand-carved.
the tough meat that we survive on
was received using the barbaric cunning
of primitive human nature that
politicians can only
we will knit blankets with forgotten bird feathers,
sew our clothing using the dried hamstrings of a doe,
and weave mats of tall reeds and cool grass,
with needles of oak and bone.
and we will be stable and happy,
happier than the american dream,
happier than prizewinner powerball number
83 74 62 29 19.
boulders become couches with armrests,
moss becomes our decorative pillows.
and around the twentieth of
march, june, septemer, and december,
we can't miss the brand-new,
this is the hallway, twisting through both
Cold TurkeyARGAH!!!!Cold Turkey4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I writhe in pain,
spewing spit everywhere.
Ill just take a little,
it wont hurt.
I greedily look around,
searching for my stash.
My head throbs,
one of my bodys many reactions
I tear at my arm,
leaving little red marks
I feel the tears coming as
I had my brother get rid of it all.
I crash back on my bed,
I feel like Im going
Why am I doing this?
PG-13Lithium for unstable mindsPG-135 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ambien for restless nights
Marijuana for racing brains
And Viagra for parties
Choke on the damn pill
Or swallow it with some dignity
Bend over and take it like a man
Deep throat the bastards who, surprisingly
Are saving your life
Yet stripping you of your colors
Leaving you as a glob of gray matter
Just another organism
Who takes up space and uses resources
But the others know how to live without the assistance of others
Unlike you, incredibly dependent of upon you wet- nurse,
And that is not a euphemism
Learn to grow up and breath on your own
Stand on your own two feet
And walk a hundred yards without my hand
Grasped feebly between yours
Sweaty and nervous from reality
Because one day, to be frank, Im going to drop dead
And no amount of effort is going to protect you from the cold hard facts of reality
So abandon you ambitions
And discover yourself in the dark
The person you always wanted to become,
The reckless self sacrificing belligerent
the drugs don't workhe should've put the cigarette downthe drugs don't work5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his smile was way too gorgeous
his eyes were once the heaviest blue.
echoes of the sky
but now imitations of
the grotesque crimsons
running through his veins.
the paper-thin sheet hugging
against his bones,
was once beautiful.
but now a mask, shadowing
what used to be.
the inviting warmness of his freckles
were now disturbing pinpoints
of cold laughter.
the painful headaches of thinking
back make him cringe in disgust.
he shakes off the cold
shiver that delicately runs up
his now bony spine by
inhaling his 'friend'.
his only friend.
the one that threw things
and punched the walls
yelled so loud.
the one that he said would make him 'better'.
we all know it was a lie.
you don't think twice as you stand up to
his fingers reach up to you,
his dirty, bitten fingernails catch your eye,
but what got your attention the most
was the boken longing in his
glazed, shattered, cerulean eyes.
Big PlanesCheckers, to make us feel beautifulBig Planes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like little buttons that trigger gears
And the fears that loop around
Like chipped nail polish
Like planes floating down
Books you can't reference to
Falling asleep, like spinning
And waking up unfamiliar
Disengaging everything you thought
Everything you knew
To find the strength again
To run right back to you.
Twelve ReasonsHeroin cant giveTwelve Reasons5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
you a big hug at the end
of a shitty day.
While it may match your
skin, Heroin cant double
as a foundation.
Right away, you will
notice: Heroin will fuck
you without a kiss.
Heroin will ask
you to make it a sandwich
after you give head.
Heroin does not
know any words to all your
most favorite songs.
( Heroin does not
give a shit about all your
most favorite songs. )
bad sitcom reruns and makes
you do its laundry.
Heroin has the
most beautiful voice, but sings
Heroin will laugh
at you when you pretend its
the new Eucharist.
Heroin is loud
at night, so dont even think
youll get a good sleep.
Heroin will burn
all of the notes in your house
and hide your cell phone.
Heroin will give
your cat three heads and tell you,
Microwave your jeans.
Heroin will make
your parents omit some things
from your eulogy.
twoplustwoequalsfiveI.twoplustwoequalsfive5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She smoked weed every day,
and had stopped talking to us completely
in the past two weeks,
until a ten-minute phone call happened
(And I looked at you differently
While you looked at her differently)
,but now i think you two look the same.
And i think you look like him, too
and even him -
i think you all look identical
(His eyes, Nearly black,
are shaped like almonds, like he is
about to cry knives.
Her eyes, pallid green
moons, match her skin, especially
when she forgets to breathe.)
I have to get away
The irony doesnt take me by surprise
because I can see
it doesnt travel far.
It just holds my hand
in its hand with dirty fingernails bitten ragged
and wears a gold-whiskered cat mask and presses
a finger to its lips and giggles since it knows
no one will believe me if I told them, anyway.
My palm starts aching after a while.
I cant tell you about the tears in my eyes
because itll hurt even more wh
Kidd's Crazier than You Ch. 9Kidd's Crazier than You Ch. 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Addams Mansion: Liz and Patti's room
Patti moaned in her sleep and snuggled herself deeper into the covers. Her boundless energy had to come from somewhere. Although, just where it came from exactly was still being fiercely debated. Besides, she was on the second floor; it was probably just the wind or something.
"PSST!" The voice whispered again, a little louder this time as he tapped on the windows. "Patti, wake up!"
Patti moaned again and flashed an obscene gesture in the window's general direction.
"Patti, let me in."
"Okay, this is getting really old!" Patti angrily sat up in bed with a humph and automatically scanned the room, taking note of every last detail. Well, nothing seemed out of place: Her teddy bear, some coloring books, a fishbowl, Mr. Frisky, her new pet piranha, Sis's bed, Sis, a pair of shorts, her cowboy hat, group picture from Spring Break, creepy shadow in the window, a comfy chair, a unicycle...
"Wait a minute..." Her eyes widened and she gasped in shock
Ponygirls story part 1Ponygirls story part 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Authors Note: This story is told from first person. The charachter was designed in IMVU. It starts off at the theater.
Now for the story!
I was sitting at the drive in with my boyfriend. He didn't know I was a greaser, and I want it to stay that way. He's a Soc. I always dressed in my best clothes when I was around him. Darry wants to meet him, to make sure I am being safe, but that will never happen. Behind me, I heard Dally, Ponyboy, and Johnny talking to Cherry and Marcia. Cherry and Marcia's boyfriends, Randy and Bob, were drinking, and they left. But me and my boyfriend stayed back here. After a few minutes I heard Dally leave, then Shepard came up, saying how Dally slashed his tires. Same old Dally, causing problems. I didn't hear Two-Bit come up, till it was to late. I felt a blade against my neck, and he recognized me immeadietly. "Hey Greaser who said you could pick up a Soc-ie boy like him?" I nearly jumped out of my skin and went white. I turned around and Two-Bit was laughi
YALANCI MUTLULUKYıpranmış öyküler bir bir sefillik olmuşYALANCI MUTLULUK6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yumulmuş aniden yanlızlığın kucağına oturmuş
O sessiz karanlıkta çığlıklarını başucuna koymuş
Toz duman sigara arasında kalbinin iyiliği donmuş
Bir eline ateşi bir eline anılarını almış
Neşe saçan o gülüşlerini kaldırımlara satmış
Elindeki yanık ateşle sefilliği yakmış
Soğuk bedeninide o ateş ısıtacak sanmış
Şimdi o bir duvar bin demir arasında
O rüya sanıyo ama herşey gerçek aslında
Sahte mutluluğu şimdi nasıl zindanlar arasında
Bu hikaye hem başıboş hemde karamsarlara
Cigarette GiantsPhilip used Peter as a voice,Cigarette Giants3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Philip's throat was hurting,
Mine was too,
We are all smoking,
I had to quit quitting,
My lungs are bruised,
Dennis copied Hicks,
That Fireman is crude,
I couldn't find a lighter,
Made some toast,
Used a toaster,
Giants were good promoters,
I wish they sponsored toasters,
I will look like toast,
Burnt, dead, stiff,
And these giant's yellow smiles,
Gold mucus hair gel yellow Elvis,
Licorice and chocolate,
Sticky sweat dead poets,
A packet or a patch?
Roll, can't roll around,
I'm an addict, push me please,
I look so cool when there's no breeze,
The cigarette giant's have captured me
PaintI kind of sort of want to paint the world a different color.Paint4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kind of like how my lungs are black from nicotine (partly my doing, mostly not) and weed, and my liver is going to go to shit if I give in to the urge to drink.
I don't know what color I'd paint the world; maybe red for the bloodshed, or green for the vanishing landscapes.
Maybe I'd paint it black, like my lungs will be one day, cause the world's a dark place if you think and about it and all I need is y o u and m e together and my lungs will no longer be a dark place, but they will be white, like the purest form of innocence.
the turnsometimes i'd let them live.the turn4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but just to watch them suffer.
sometimes i'd kill them.
but just because i didn't have the time
to deal with them.
but not because i work.
or because i earned it.
i sell. i kill. i deal.
i don't read.
i just guess.
i don't walk.
i don't stop for a breath.
i stop for a smoke.
there's war in my head.
no one ever wins.
i can hear the singing at night.
i am safe; i am hidden.
i thought i'd die young.
but here i am.
nothing will ever kill me.
i am a predator.
DepartureThe last of the Autumn leaves were clinging to their branches when Daniel decided to confront his fear of travel. He went to the train station and bought a ticket; not caring about his destination, he scarcely noticed it. He just boarded his train, suitcase in hand, and was away.Departure4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This