headless people hate pumpkins They looked over and saw a woman. At first they thought nothing of it; a woman who staggered a little bit wasn't an uncommon thing. After taking a second look their jaws dropped. Their eyes bulged.headless people hate pumpkins4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One pointed and whispered, "That woman, she's- she's-"
"Shhhh!" The other hissed, "We don't want to loose a costumer." He cleared his throat and walked up to her. She was wandering over to the farm stand when he stopped her.
"Madame, may I interest you in a pumpkin?" He pulled her by the arm and dragged her over to the pumpkin patch. He chattered while being oblivious to the fact that the headless woman who he was pulling over to see the pumpkins was trying to free herself from his grip. Poor dear, he thought to himself, without a head she cannot think clearly. I doubt she can even see and hear! No matter how hard the woman tried to break free it was no use; his grip was too tight.
heart of goldPure is your heart of gold.heart of gold6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inside and out, it became bold
but remained calloused to the core.
I wish you'd suffer no more.
Beautiful eyes say you do.
Beautiful eyes say that's nothing new
for you, you tortured delicate.
In heaven, pain shall be celibate,
but this isn't heaven, it's hell.
You make the hurting ones well
by fertilizing crops in despair.
You suffocate by breathing in air
tainted with carbon dioxide,
left by those starting to die.
You're just a tree with dying roots,
which still stands and bears truth.
When darkness around me seethes,
you are the air I breathe.
Pure is your heart of gold.
Day by day it grows old.
Your heart of gold weighs you down
as you save the swimmers who'd drown.
You have your head under water,
while on your back are hope's daughters.
One hand treads, one holds cups of blood.
Sometimes without warning, we have a flash flood.
They say be careful so the blood won't spill;
god forbid change, it is what kills.
Keep on keeping onFor you and I, no salt is here.Keep on keeping on4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But take a step and have no fear.
Always falling on icy floors
is a universal struggle and chore.
Ring around the rosie, we all fall down.
Pocket full of posies, we have those days.
Ashes, ashes, something's in my way.
We all must fall just to find ourselves.
You do struggle. I do struggle.
We all struggle and we all fall down.
If we struggle together
we can make things better.
We must make it right
so it's time to take flight.
I need motivation.
I need strength
To know that I can do what I put my mind to.
I thought I made it to the top.
Maybe I just fell.
I was right, about the treacherous climb.
"Tectonic plates collide;
an uphill struggle designed.
The mountain has the feat for you to endure:
To climb its height on a treacherous tour."
I thought I was strong. Maybe I was wrong?
At the fork in the road, may the truth now unfold?
I thought I was found. I must be bound.
Lies and limitations unfold.
Our lies and limitations we put on ourselves
Titus' BioName: TitusTitus' Bio4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Breed: Tin soldier
Age: 4 years
Gender: technically genderless but prefers to be identified as male.
Height: 75 mm (3 inches)
Background: Titus was animated by Victoria after she found him lying in a gutter in one of the many streets in London. He was at first shocked to find himself being held by Miss. Clemins, whom he calls "Mistress Clemins," and being watched by Sally, the first toy Victoria ever animated. He is the general of an army of toy soldiers and obeys Clemins' commands, but Titus is a more of a close friend than servant.
Likes: Mistress Clemins, Sally, his army, reading, feeling important, being of service, nice and respectable people, his friends, puppies, and the color pink.
Dislikes: People challenging his leadership, insults, being ignored, people who seek to harm others, and people who pose a threat to those who he swore to protect.
Love interest: Sally
Other: he has white hair and a mustache
12 Virtues1. Courage12 Virtues7 years ago in Open More Like This
When you encounter a challenge, and are unsure what to do, never hesitate.
Go with your gut.
Have the integrity to realize what is right, and the courage to stand up for what you believe in. Always stand up against those who mock you and those you care about. And always have the courage to admit when you have done something wrong, or are doing wrong.
Take hold of your body and seal it.
Sex is the gift of completion.
The mind and heart must be truly fulfilled, before you engage in the act of lust. Let yourself not be alleviated by the stirrings in your body, but rather by the care and affection of others.
Sex is connection between you and the one you truly love.
NOT mere lust.
Do not put your cravings farther than necessary. Eat food and drink only to keep yourself in good health and in good spirits. Waste none.
Food is the essence of life.
It is NOT the essence of being alive.
If you have all you need, do not
COURAGECOURAGECOURAGE7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Written by John Christopher Clinton
I used to spend my evenings
waiting by the door.
The sound of that ring has
been agony since then...
So much so I can't bear to just listen;
So much so I can't bear to even call.
When you get this message, please
Don't hit delete.
I want you to hear my voice
I don't want you to forget.
Those days have left me, and
my heart's still beating;
Just place your hand on my chest
and see for yourself
I've used a thousand words
to say what I can't.
But I realize now
there's only one I need.
So much so I can't even say aloud
what I've waited a lifetime to know.
When I get the courage, please
Don't ask me.
Don't ask me to explain
Don't ask me to forget.
Those days have left me, yet
my heart is the same;
Place your hand on my chest and
answer my message
When you get this, remember
Don't hit delete.
I want you to hear my voice
So you'll never forget.
Those days have left me, and
my heart's still beating;
Just place your hand on my chest
A Rebirth of Sky and SeaA Rebirth of Sky and Sea4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your memory carried me through countless nights
Nothing more than a glorified incubus
Your serpent words wrapping there way around my heart
We both need to move on, fellow lost soul,
The coming dawn waits for no one.
I'm only your princess when no one else is looking
A pet trained to come when your lonely.
I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind
The fading night leaves everyone behind.
I would have been your everything if I only had a chance
But we are young and your heart wanders while I look on
My wounds heal, your poison drains away leaving a clear mind
With my face to the rising sun, I am born.
It is your turn to wake up Lord of dreams and wishes
My hands once reached out to you, craving the feel of your skin
Bitter reality waits to greet you as I walk away with few glances back
The moon sets and a young girl dies.
Hours spent missing what never was is a heavy burden
My shoulders feel free once again and I pray you find the same peace
The fissures and cracks in a young he
Heartfelt MelodiesHeartfelt Melodies4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
♪♫ ♥ "Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul." ♪♫ ♥
There I sat in a small room filled with soft musical sounds, my fingers pressed gently and swiftly along the piano keys. It was my distinct melody, my heart pouring itself out, my time to relax and become one with my music.
To my advantage, the music room was available for me every day after school and always remained empty. It was my favourite time of the day, the time where I could be alone with my piano. I was never the type of person who could openly voice my thoughts and opinions. If anything bugged me, I'd do my best to brush it off and think of something else.
Ugh, I got distracted.
I sighed deeply, realizing I had missed a sharp.
Alright, just count down the time signature again...1-2-3...
It only took a few seconds for my body and mind to re-adjust to the tempo. My han
Remember, RememberRemember? Remember?Remember, Remember4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who am I?
Who are you?
I say who I am,
But you never do.
North America, North America,
That's who I am.
A portion maybe,
But I am.
That's my name
Remember it well,
For it will always remain.
my severed life1 "Sara, time to wake up." Maranda rocked me back and forth gently.my severed life14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No!" I used all of my strength to roll myself back over. "I need to sleep; besides it's a Saturday." I heard her sigh. She started to tap her foot. My eyes widened but I brushed it off of my- never mind. She always tapped her foot when she was either impatient or plotting something. I heard her walk out of the room. I smiled and closed my eyes again. But then I heard a running faucet.
"Maranda?" My voice cracked. "What are you doing?" She didn't answer me.
Goddamn it! I bet she's going to dunk me into a tub of ice water!
I felt a pair of hands lift me off of the bed. I stared at her. Her empty shoulders where paler than the rest of her; especially the place where I used to be. Her hands were cold. My eye twitched.
"Maranda I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" It wa
A Mother's Worst Nightmare "Take a deep breath, Isabel," her mother said, stroking her daughter's hair as they gave her the numbing agent, "you'll be sleeping through the whole thing." Isabel looked up at her mother. Her eyes were red and tears rolled down her face.A Mother's Worst Nightmare4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Momma, I'm scared."
Her mother touched her daughter's cheek, "Isabel, you have to be strong. There's no other way; this must be done." A tear dripped down from her cheek. She touched Isabel's forehead with her own. "I love you so much; I only want what's best for you."
"Momma, they told me they're going to keep me awake so that they can make sure that I'm alright."
Mary, Isabel's mother, always wanted another daughter. She always wanted to hear two little, happy girls running through her house. She was grateful for having Isabel. She went through hell and back to get Isabel. The only way for her to have a child was to adopt. It see
happiness despite tragedyYou clipped your wings that gripped the heavens and the stars that are now far.happiness despite tragedy4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And now you're here, to wait to be saved, from a self created predicament.
You enslaved yourself with probabilities of self hate which replicate; becoming real.
And when disaster strikes, you grab a rope? No, you restore yourself.
Lucid dream and fly. Make your own wings and fly away.
To a place with everlasting dreams, where it's always feasible to succeed.
Mind over matter, the notion of happiness despite tragedy.
Success over failure. Trying over quitting.
FatherFather,Father4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
oh how I miss you.
don't you know how much I care?
But yet here I am alone,
my tears feel cold against the air.
You've chilled me to the bone.
As I cry in my room,
I curse you,
yet I love you still.
Oh how I wish to hear you one more time,
I still have so much to say.
I'm sorry that you couldn't love me,
I'm sorry you couldn't love my sister.
But that doesn't change the fact,
the fact that we're your children.
I love you,
yet I hate you,
I can't decide!
Why did you do it?
Why? Why?! WHY?!
Why did you disown us?!
Is it because...
I survivedIn agony and pain,I survived4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I picked up my knife,
my bare blade.
The longer I held it in my grasp,
the faster my heart began pound.
Pointed at my heart,
tip against my chest.
But before force was applied I heard a voice,
a voice inside my head.
In desperation it cried out,
reminding me of what I would have lost if the choice was made.
I could be anything.
I could pursue the calling I desired,
my life was just about to start,
but I couldn't be anything if I were lying in a grave,
buried deep below the ground.
That moment my heart made the choice.
laying my bare blade on my desk to retire.
On the ground I lay,
motionless as tears fell onto the floor.
Feelings that were never felt before consumed the moment,
and the drive to survive.
On that day a vow was made,
and since then life has never been the same.
Here I am looking back on that moment,
but now I smile.
Here I am now,
glad that I survived suic
You have to learn to love yourself (poem)It's the hard truth, and this truth hurts.You have to learn to love yourself (poem)9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes you must be there for yourself
Because no one else is there for you.
Be there for you, be your hero.
Be there, when you feel like zero.
You want to be in a hero's arms.
Because you have failed to embrace yourself.
Embrace yourself now, hurting one.
It's the only way to live.
Embrace yourself, like it's freezing cold.
Hold yourself close when no one will.
No one says you're beautiful.
No one says they care.
No one says that you aren't worthless.
You blame them for how you feel.
How do you feel now?
Do you resent yourself?
How do you sleep with self hatred?
How do you feel now?
Are you restless?
Please put pain to rest now.
The road less traveledThe road less traveledThe road less traveled4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Many think that they are wise,
But many are fools,
Those men sell off,
What they might of shared,
And what might have brought them great happiness,
But instead they give into temptation.
Like as many choose,
The path most traveled,
But the few who decide to take the path,
Less traveled path,
As I chose a year ago,
Find happiness instead of pain.
The path most traveled is treacherous,
It ends in a wasteland.
What they hoped to find,
Will never be at the end,
Never at the end,
Of road most traveled.
Many have traveled,
But only a few together.
Husbands and wives,
Walk hand in hand down their road.
They stand firm at each other's side.
All the same.
The road less traveled,
Though hard it may seem,
All one has to do to succeed,
Is to only believe.
the bridethe bride3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
body of mountain, cream and concrete
peeling paint - you are rosacea
defined, crackle skin I run my fingers under
and crush between my teeth. taste of
salt and soil, of burdening years
that rub water in your joints. precious
blessed bridge beauty, breathing heat
and sweating rain, you darling
that shakes, and shakes, and remains.
when I am ash and shadow, wax
for the candlemaker, you'll stand still
silent, soft strain-taker, train-carer,
and hold my love poems
in your cold stones.
Such a Troubled Sky to WitnessSuch a troubled sky to witness this eveningSuch a Troubled Sky to Witness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A war over a competition of brilliances
At the start, a yellow pigmented saturation
Scratched across the sky
Between the rays of a dying sun, clawing for grip
And the curling smoke of the thunderheads, shielding from blinding light.
But at the end, to their opposite
Strikes a rainbow
That will always conquer over both.