Paper PeoplePaper people in a paper town,Paper People8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I pray the wind will blow them down,
I try to touch them and take them in,
But their paper edges cut my skin.
Paper faces, paper expressions,
Everyone clings to paper possessions,
Painted bodies and drawn on parts,
Just as dry as their thin paper hearts,
No wind does blow beneath the sun,
So by myself this shall be done,
Paper people in a paper town,
I light a match and burn them down
Norse NamesAegir SeaNorse Names4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Alfheim Home of the Elves
Alfodr All father
Alsvior Very quick
Arvakr Early awake
Asgard Farm of the Aesir
Female Norse NamesAasynja Warrior, spiritFemale Norse Names4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Audumla Wealth Ease
Auoumbla Wealth Ease
Bestla Giver of bark &
Blank OC TemplateOC PROFILE:Blank OC Template3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Place of Birth:.
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Twilight in five minutesTwilight in Five MinutesTwilight in five minutes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
BELLA: I'm dependent, weak, clumsy, and appealingly feminine.
MIKE: Hello, Bella. I'm your self-appointed lapdog. I will love you and worship you and protect you from harm and never leave your side.
BELLA: Piss off. Your obsessive, immediate devotion skeeves me.
EDWARD: I'm gorgeous, dark, mysterious, and appealingly masculine.
BELLA: Oh look, something male and physically attractive. Hello, Physically Attractive Male!
EDWARD: (Spotting Bella) --grumblesnarlgrowlglower--
BELLA: Oh no! Physically Attractive Male hates me! Whatever did I do to deserve such unwarranted hatred?
BELLA: How suspicious and heartbreaking that he hates me so. Oh wellhe's beautiful, so all his wrongs are to be forgiven.
Here, BELLA is nearly smooshed by a car. EDWARD, however, displays inhuman abilities and SAVES her.
BELLA: Edward! You saved my life! I love you!
EDWARD: (Muttering under his breath) --Darkmysterioussuperpowerssnarlsmirkswagger--
NosebleedNosebleed11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There you are, resting your head on her chest
both of you knowing that it's not okay
there's nothing you can do about it
you realize it's irrational
you realize it's pointless
you realize it was meaningless
but you can't let go
it's not something you ever think about
but it's always there
not much can bring this out in you
but tonight, she has
there you are, resting your head on her chest
trying to control your emotions
realizing that it's not going to go away
you know the problem, you can feel the answer
but it wont come
it will never come
there you she is, looking up at you
she asks you, "is everything alright?" knowing that it isn't
she knows what's wrong, she always knows
she hears you ask for a moment
she waits as the moment passes, then another and another
you turn and roll off top of her
there you are, laying at her side facing the wall
you look at the rippled paint, you look at that crack
every now and again you look at the bed sheet clenched in your fist
SecretsButterflies are flying like words on the air, fluttering on paper wingsSecrets9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am kissing the same air wishing you were here
Water splashing onto the window, like broken diamonds
Dreaming of ways to never speak again, although you already know what I am thinking
A spider lacing its delicate web, dew gathering like a soft caress it rolls down
A snake in the desert seemingly light-years away escapes its shell revitalized
Can I escape too, from my shell? It all seems so hopeless. You'll be here tomorrow
Breathlessly, time slowly ticks, like a secret tormenter
Whispers of your name into the stale air
Memories dancing weightlessly on the pale walls, embracing the forgotten cobwebs
I will dream tonight, for whatever may come, tomorrow will come, in misery, or in hope…
elephantasmaelephantasma10 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
this is forgetting:
moon-drenched ivory, and grey flesh
made hollow with lead.
is forgiveness possible?Daddy,is forgiveness possible?5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
This display of anger,
The way you punch, kick,
Shout and scream,
Makes me cry and tremble,
So why must it happen?
Your eyes change,
The kindness candle,
It flickers and goes out,
And then you curse me as you make me bleed.
If clouds could resemble good,
My sky would be alone, lonely,
For when your fist breaks me,
It breaks more than bones.
"Things will get better."
"Daddy is gone now."
is he really?
Am I to forget,
The way he made me scream,
How his violence acted as a razor,
To gouge happiness from my soul?
My tears fell all too often,
Shaking from head to foot to despair,
Jumping at movements in the dark,
Daring not to shout out.
the right way to let gocould you pull me inthe right way to let go2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a gravity tow?
to let me go
into a better orbit
What is verbal abuse?What is verbal abuse?5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Verbal abuse is a form of abuse that involves the use of words, rather than blows and punches. In a verbally abusive situation, words are used to attack, control, and inflict harm on another person. Verbally abusive behaviour goes far beyond mean behaviour; it involves inflicting psychological violence on another person, attacking the very nature of an individual's being and attempting to destroy his or her spirit. Verbal abuse can affect people of all ages and in all types of relationships. However, it is especially prevalent in marital relationships. Verbal abuse falls into many categories, including:
* Abusive anger: They would blow up at you.
* Criticizing: They make derogatory comments about your weight and figure.
* Name-calling: They called you a liar and a hypocrite.
* Threatening: They taunt you about their leaving and liking other women/men.
Female sexual abusers"Society expects the mother of a toddler would do everything in her power to make sure her child is protected from harm,"Female sexual abusers5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
While female sexual abusers are rare in the court system, those who deal with child sexual abuse know that cases that do come through are far from unique. A national study released in 2005 shows that biological mothers were the perpetrators of sexual abuse in five per cent of the substantiated cases investigated by child welfare authorities.
The instance is probably higher, since researchers are certain that many cases of child sexual abuse never come to light. "A lot of people have difficulty believing women are capable of sexually abusing children,"
Even victims of such abuse, looking back at it as adults, have a hard time talking about it. When work and survays have been done within prisons it is found that many men had been abused by women but that they often had difficulty identifying it as abuse.
A U.S. report, entitled Child Sexual Abuse The Predators,
Your poemThis poem is from youYour poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written down by me
Although it isn't mine
It's yours, don't you see?
I write down the words
but they come from your mind
even though you don't know
what you leave behind
I pick up what's left
and put it all together
I don't know what I do
but it's for the better
You say you can't write
but that's not your need
Just simply be there for me
it's the poet inside me you feed
Blank Character Sheet (Over 370 Questions!)Blank Character Sheet (Over 370 Questions!)8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
- Book, Chapter
Social Security Number:
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Age at Death:
Manner of Death:
100 Word Challenge List100 Word Challenge List:100 Word Challenge List5 years ago in Humor More Like This
6. Shooting Star(s)
25. Teddy Bear
37. Panic Switch
46. Fire Ball
77. MAGICAL WORD OF YOUR CHOICE!
Seven DaysSeven days clean.Seven Days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It may not seem like much
But to me it means the world.
Seven days without self-mutilation.
The last cut turning into a pink ribbon scar
Looking worse than it did before.
I'm not ashamed of it.
The only reason it stays hidden,
Well is in case I can't keep myself together anymore.
Each bracelet is assurance that no one will know.
But one taken off for each day I'm okay.
When someone does see it
A simple lie comes out.
My cat scratched me,
They immediately buy it.
Seven days and not a single problem.
People may think it's nothing,
When in all reality it means
One day I will be strong
That I can overcome it all.
FriendlessThere's a little boy who walks to school,Friendless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody knows his name.
No matter what he tries to do,
It is always the same.
He keeps up with all the trends,
He knows them inside out.
Each one he pulls off perfectly,
Even that selfie-photo pout.
Each week he brings a box of muffins,
Though nobody knows why.
He used to try and hand them out,
Now he doesn't even try.
He shares the muffins with the crows
and eats them one by one.
For consuming that much sugar,
He sure looks miserable when he's done.
He looks down at the empty box
and you see a little smile.
The crows fly off and he lies down;
They'll all be full for quite a while.
The same routine, every week,
I think so that he can pretend,
That in the year that he's been here,
He's made at least one friend.
It Does Not Have MeMy mind wanders way too much.It Does Not Have Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't control it sometimes.
I wish I could but it isn't easy.
My emotions are very unstable and I hide them easily.
I can seem happy, when inwardly I'm screaming.
I feel like a disaster waiting to happen.
I'm afraid to tell people a lot of things because adults will just tell me I'm crazy or take me away from the people who really help me.
There are times I want to do noting more than scream and cry until all the strength is out of me.
I am absolutely TERRIFIED of being alone. That's why I worry so much about everyone I love.
Panic attacks are not fun.
Don't joke about suicide. It's the least funniest thing on the planet.
Don't joke about rape either. EVER.
a look at aspergersDon't call mea look at aspergers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that Apsie I
don't like it
You're making it
sound like I
don't understand anything
an arpeggio I
am not broken!
I am dissonant
the odd one
out of all
patterns to form
and to break
walk a certain
way so I
never fall on
myself like always
keep three bags
because I can't
seem to remember
where I put
things in one
three three three
I don't like
any other number
just a three
will be enough
for me to
at least handle
...maybe three isn't so
good. Four seems so
much better than a
pesky three pattern that
I have always had
Three is always a
crowd. No crowds for
me, not ever just
blend in and allow
others to look over
poor old me though...
I am not so poor.
I do not follow crowds.
An attempt to healAn attempt to heal10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's simple how your voice is so calming
Like a mother's hush your soul so forgiving
But I drag you down my promise is losing
Right when I thought that our love was winning
I'm not going to lie I knew it was coming
You forgive me again in fear of admitting
That all through this you've found it so tiring
You find things in me and there's no understanding
It is up to you if you think I'm worth keeping
The fool that I am while my path is still twisting
I walk on the edge with no fear of falling
I trifle in battle for I find it amusing
If I could find the cure I'd more than be willing
But the dangers of life seem so addicting
In the heat of it all my heart is still beating
It's the pain of others that keeps me crying
It's not my place to be the one hurting
My anger won't take me so long as I'm standing
I try so hard to be the only one helping
But eventually it strikes I know I'm forgetting
Out of all of my friends when I try to be keeping
My promise to you I'll always start weeping
The Mucky AngelIt was a cold day in late November when the angel first perched atop the tree. It was not like the angels that had come before. Where once little bulbs had flickered, LEDs now beamed their glorious light out into the sky. Where once a ratty cotton garment had swung glumly in the breeze, elegant synthetic fabrics now fluttered joyfully, wreathing the plastic limbs with silken life. And where once flaking paint had stood for features—eyes and nose—a head of polyethylene looked down upon the crowd, outsmiling the children far below. The angel was a marvel, sparkling with fifty colours atop the tree, but most marvellous of all was the sign it held before it. In shining liquid crystal, the sign blazed out its message to the crowd: "SEASON'S GREETINGS." And the sign too blinked and flashed.The Mucky Angel2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, the angel was a marvel. And the angel knew this. It knew it in the happy faces of the shoppers, and it knew it in its own light. For nothing else upon that tree could outdo the angel. No bauble held
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?