I Had to LeaveI'm trying to apologize for the damage I've done.I Had to Leave1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm trying to apologize for the man I've become.
Because I stand with my feet in a bloody mess,
I'm undeserving of your sweet forgiveness.
You wonder if I take pleasure in this savage game,
Or if I play for any possible gain.
But I promise, all I wanted was for you to be happy.
Some of my sweetest memories are of you laughing.
You wanted to find out why I was leaving.
You wanted to find out if my promises ever had meaning.
I always said what you wanted to hear,
Just to make you want to stay near.
Whether I felt that way or not is a mystery to pon
ideas to meSpouting like lavaideas to me6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a volcanoe,
ideas spring forth,
like an arrow from a bow.
It's almost five,
I haven't slept.
I write this instead,
when I'm much more adept.
Indeed I'm strange,
only writing before dawn.
But if you looked into my mind,
you're head'd turn into a bomb.
I know what you're thinking,
"This guy's just weird!"
Well there I'd have to agree,
but I am one to be feared.
I have a knack
for writing stories.
I like what I write,
all the bloodies and gories.
But if you could see
what went on inside,
your brain would melt
and your eyes vaporize.
lives severedThis is for lovelives severed6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a journey that did
two lives sever
no one could belive it
no one would belive it
they thought them a special pair
but then, fate bit
midway through the cursed excursion
an evil befell them
a terrible beast
that sought to fell them
the boy did slay it
to a terrible cost
he wrought on oa curse
thus for him, all hope was lost
he had to roam
as an ugly, horrid beast
never again loved
and never at peace
winningLife is a game,winning6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you play to win.
if you think like me,
then raise your chin.
Ignore the others
except your love
for if you succede,
you will rise above.
Try to be careful,
high in the sky.
It's a long way down,
so your wit must be sly.
as if you bleed miraclesand she sinksas if you bleed miracles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because no-one really walks on water
even though she was stirred to rise by god
and her faith gives her breath to waste
all divinity, magic and blissful denial
as she dredges the sea-bed in dead jade green
for broken glass to tip a spear for your side
as if you bleed miracles
as alike as we were my brotheras alike as we wereas alike as we were my brother4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as well as you meant
an i love you for each empty bottle
an i'm sorry for each broken glass
on the night when the rain hung under the stars
and the firewood glowed in protest to the cold
and we sat arm-in-arm on the
bench that your grandfather built
next to the house with unbreakable walls
when i said
i don't think i could find the words to tell them
if you didn't come back
and you said
i never thought of it that way
you always sought solace in distance
i found it in time
I Want a Bowler HatI Want a Bowler Hat8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All I want: a bowler hat
A 14 mile 'nana
And a soft-spoken polar cat
And to know - who is Brianna?
I want a friend named Charlsey
Pennington Brighton McToot
And a little sprig of parlsey
On each side of a barbecued boot
I want to finally realize
That I was right all along
And to wrap all my fingers in twisty-ties
While I hum, if not sing, you a song
I want a pet heffalump on a string
and a loop and a moon and a name
I want to change 'most everything
But have it all stay the same
I want tubes and tubes and tubes and tubes
Of the craziest crazy glue
I want a word to rhyme here that's not "boobs"
So I won't be offending you
The Tapping Next DoorFor most of my life I had lived in the same apartment. It was on the third floor and overlooked the busy city. It was also directly next to another apartment, which means you could hear everything going on behind the right-hand side bedroom wall.The Tapping Next Door5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I would occasionally hear faint noises coming from behind the wall. There would be scraping, which I assumed was the sound of a chair being pulled along a wooden floor. Sometimes voices could be heard. I guessed they were either from the residents living there or from a TV or radio. And then there was the banging.
The banging was a rare occurrence, but whenever it happened it really annoyed me. Why
Horror Of My ChildhoodThe warm water runs down my body and as I look down at my feet I see my long brown hair, black wet, float on the water flowing over my breasts. I go to grab the shampoo but its not there. Oh yeah, I ran out last time and was to lazy to put more in. Great, now I'm gonna have to tell for my dad. I'm thirteen and still need my father to take a simple shower.Horror Of My Childhood5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad?" I call hoping he can hear me all the on the other side of the house in the office. He's alway in there, working like I don't even exist. I know he does it all for me but sometimes I just want him to be a dad.
I yell repeatedly, louder and louder with every call. Now I'm getting wor
Summer's Mask"You know, I'm getting kind of sick of camping." Mike yawned, rubbing his eyes as he wandered out of his tent. His three friends, Sarah, Alex and Jade were already awake; heating their feeble breakfast of baked beans and pita bread over a portable stove that Jade had brought with her.Summer's Mask5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the height of summer, and Alex had mentioned how a wood near him had a clearing in the middle that would be perfect for a camping trip. The wood had always been strangely quiet, so they didn't need to worry about dangerous animals.
"Then by all means go home if you can't handle the tent." Sarah laughed as he slumped down onto the group next to her and
The MirrorAt a time, once in some land, there was a girl. This girl was very pretty, and kind, and loved living with her father very much. Her father had taken care of her since her mother had died of an illness. One day, her father had to go to war. She stayed behind on her own, living in their house and taking care of it. Before he left, the father told her about the magic mirror that they had in the basement. It had to be cleaned once a day, or the demon living inside of it would escape and wreck havoc on the village. He said, "Now, you must not become to focused on the image in that mirror. It may look beautiful at first, but the longer you stare tThe Mirror5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Black PondI remember the day we first arrived in our new home clearly. My father parked the car before the house, his gruff voice announcing our arrival. I was in the back seat, my sketch book open in my lap as I drew whatever came to mind. My younger brother Ben crawled right across my lap and pressed his face to the car window, looking out at our new home with awe. Irritated that he'd interrupted my drawing, I snapped the book shut and got out of the car, slamming the door in his face with no remorse.The Black Pond10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was scolded for my behaviour, but being sixteen years old, I didn't really care.
The house was old and worn, in dire need of repairs that my father promised to take care of. A double story building with a dark red, slanted roof and grey walls. My mother said it looked like an old Victorian mansion, especially since it was surrounded by a forest. I thought it looked like a rancid old mansion one would expect to find in a horror story, and yet somehow this observation drew me to it and I began to
Tessa's DareTessa tiptoed quietly through the cemetery. The moon was out, but it didn't do a very good job of clearing away the mist that hung low over the cemetery. Tessa pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, nervously. There were several trees planted around the tombstones, all looking like ghostly hands reaching for the sky and freedom. She walked past the tombstones, which were a ghastly white. They seemed to be floating in a sea of mist.Tessa's Dare7 years ago in Horror More Like This
As Tessa walked by a particularly ugly tombstone with a gargoyle on top, she felt something grab her ponytail. Tessa screamed in fright and lunged forward, away from the grasping fingers. When she look
They Stole My BodyI just want to get away. Away from the noise of this house. It's winter so outside isn't an option so I'll have to settle for the garage. It's not as frigid in there but it's still chilling so I bring a small space heater.They Stole My Body4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I find an old lawn chair and set it up next to the only plug I can find. As the ancient off white heater warms up I look around. This place is so dirty. The concrete floor needs sweeping and the corners have bad at least twenty past hosts. I guess it's okay because no one ever comes out here this time of year.
Finally the heater is warmed up. So much that my shins are almost burning. I move them aside so that the rest of
*CreepyPasta*: Water PuppetSome people call me a hero. I can't disagree with them, because it's actually kind of true. Believe it or not, I've saved a drowning man, pulled a girl from a burning building, and I even saved a dog from being swept away by a nasty flood. My friends thought I was crazy, but I thought I was just exercising my humanity. That, and I was kind of an adrenaline junkie. It was my guilty pleasure. I've been sky diving and bungee jumping on more than one occasion. I've jumped off the ledge of a huge water fall hoping that I didn't hit shallow water. I've got a couple of scars to show for my endeavors. I don't really do the adventurous things that I*CreepyPasta*: Water Puppet5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sickly SweetI could remember moving into this neighbourhood like it was just yesterday. Actually, when I think about it, it wasn't that long ago. Must've been about seven months ago when I first arrived. It seemed perfectly normal. I had friendly neighbours, a nice house and a fairly decent job at the gas station in the nearby town.Sickly Sweet5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Although all of my neighbours seemed cheerful and friendly, there was one specifically who seemed kinder than all of them. Her name was Amanda Robinson, and she lived in the house opposite mine.
She looked about twenty, the same age as me. Her long hair was a light brown colour, just like mine, and her eyes were a moss gree
When It's BlackI am cold. Even hidden tight underneath my warm covers, I am cold. Perspiration lays thick on my arms and clammy hands. My knuckles, so white, as they grip my frying pan's wooden handle. It won't be long now. Witching hour has come again, and just as he has before, he will return again. Any moment now, that tell-tale sound, that single thing, that gives him away every time...When It's Black3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I shifted my body, quietly repositioning myself. My muscles were tensed, coiled, like a snake waiting to strike, I told myself. A little gardner snake, versus the mighty cobra. Not much of a fight, but the gardner snake is angry. The cobra is veiled beneath his hood, hi
Scary StoryAn old woman walked down the street, it was late at night. She had been out to the grocery store for some celery. Unfortunately they were out so she was returning home empty-handed.Scary Story7 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was unusually dark that night, clouds had rolled in blocking out the moon, and a storm was coming. She continued down the street, still quite a ways from her home. The street was empty, save for an animal that may wonder by.
As she walked, using her cane to support herself, she thought she heard steps behind her. Slowly turning around, she found that no one was behind her. Continuing on her way home, the stepping noises picked-up again, even with her ba
Red Solo CupI am the friend that you call on during your parties.Red Solo Cup1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You fill me up so that you can have a good time.
You'll try and bounce a ping-pong ball into me and my friends,
Just as your opponent tries to do the same.
You lose count of the amount of times you tip me back,
And sometimes you even forget where I am.
But I am the secret behind your confidence and charisma,
Even though sometimes you regret the ideas I give you.
While the nights that you hold me are, in a word WILD,
The mornings after you always regret each swig
As you try and wake up and get rid of a migraine.
But I know that you'll alw
xxxx-2012shut up. darling, shut up.xxxx-20121 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can't make me okay.
even your "i love you"s
are just the final nails in my coffin.
its too late.
you've buried me in your memory
and i'll always be prematurely buried
screaming and clawing
appealing to ghosts and cemetary dirt
until even my memory quietly dies away.
you've filled the hole
wasted tears, left the flowers.
and turned away to start forgetting.
you will forget me.
you will stop loving me.
and when the tears dry
and the flowers wither away
i'll still be here, hoarse and silent.
and not worth a damn thing to you.
GhostI never should have let you touch meGhost5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I gave of myself willingly.
Good knowledge is worthless
if you don't read it
and get lost in the moment.
A mistake that will never die
exuperated by your lie
turns to something sinister.
Every second in its wake
a special cross to bear.
Your arms feel like home
though that time is gone.
Even when I'm warm I shudder
because I'm waiting for a ghost
on the wrong side of forever.
Promise Made of MoonlightLet me put you to bed tonightPromise Made of Moonlight5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and enfold you in these arms of mine.
Together we can while away the moonlight
as long as I stay by your side.
Listen to me and close your eyes,
sweet dreams are my promise;
this is your lullaby.
The Meeting.Third day of school was tourture. I walked to my last period class, which was unfortunately geometry. Upon entering the room, I was assaulted with insults and small missiles. I tried to ignore the paper balls and pencil erasers as best I could, but the bastards wouldn't leave me alone. They knew how to provoke me, and had become very good at it in the three days they'd known me.The Meeting.6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The teacher entered the room and the idiots stopped the torment, but I knew it would resume as soon as she left the room, as she inevitably would. I got the feeling she didn't care what the other students did to me, the freak she was so unlucky to have to teach, and