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monster part 1look at me this is what i ammonster part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
look and see the monster i can be
surrounded in blood on this moon lite sight
look at me and gaze upon this thing i wanted you to see
dont you get it me and you can never be
i was fine living the way i was
and then you had to come
i was so drawn to you as i sure you are to me
look at this tragedy i have caused
cant you see it yet your not supposed to love me
but because you saw me this way for the first time in many years
i feel the guilt i feel my eyes stinging with tears
why do you bring back the human side of me
i hear that little human girl from so long ago
i hear her scream in agony
is tha
Wal-mart Chapter 6 -Final-Wal-mart Chapter 6 -Final-4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Previously...
“Yes, come to me.” Kyuubi smirked.
“SAAASSUKKEE!!!” Sakura cried out as he headed right for Kyuubi.
“Sasuke! NO stop!!” Kiba and Neji yelled.
“Sasuke…” Naruto whispered.
“HAHA! DIE BRAT!” Kyuubi yelled tail coming right for Sasuke.
“SASUKE!!” Everyone yelled.
“Sasuke…”
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Sasuke blinked. Then again. And once more. Kyuubi flinched.
“F-fool…” Everyone’s remained silent. Sasuke, finally realizing what was going on, widened his eyes.
“Naruto… NARUTO! When… where… why?”
bruised veins.i'm jealousbruised veins.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of girls with
glass forearms
aquarium glass clear (
before all the kids get smudgy finger
prints all over it.
but then again aren't we all smudgy
fingerprints
just marking each-other up.
i don't think we should apologize for
fingerprints,
we get them from
living, i think. )
they get to appear unblemished, on
the outside at least.
so clear that you can see the amethyst
refracting in their veins and
chippedpaint yellow bouncing helter-skelter,
yet calmly,
around in the shimmering layers, (
the more fingerprints we get, the more
we have lived. because in
the end we're all blind. )
an
dont make me do thatsometimes i worry that you're going to turn into the girl i saw on the t.v. last night:dont make me do that3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the girl smoking up black tar heroin and pain killers on the side of the street because you can't even begin to deal with the things inside of you so you just numb it all. you just numb it all.
you do it so you don't have to feel a thing, not even me, not even this, not even the beauty between everything ugly and it's going to cut me up.
sometimes i worry that you're going to turn me into the girl i saw on the t.v. last night, but instead of black tar heroin i'll just have to look into your eyes and you'll drain me of everything i ever knew. i'll forget
_incarnate_._incarnate_3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a friend took a photo of me.
I put it in my "misc.otherphoto" category
because she had photographed pain.
.
by the throat.together, we would have been so good.by the throat.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by good, i mean broken.
i always thought that
maybe our broken pieces shards would have
lined up fit together melded melted into eachother
and formed something.
maybe the pieces of our broken selves would have
made something beautiful.
maybe something so repulsive that it would
only be beautiful in our eyes.
but it would only be for our eyes to see
because we would forget the world in our
dank eigengrau cave,
in the perfect darkness our eyes would still
recognize the absence of light that eachother's
heart emits, we could feel eachother's
tense mass of darkness that sluggishly
beats withi
My FateWhen the time comesMy Fate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I be able to do it
Will I stand with the rope around my neck
And take my last breath
My pain is pushing me closer to this end
But my fear keeps me away
My parents threaten to kick me out
So I figure why not just end it all
But I see my friends the next morning
And I don't want to leave
Two epic battles
Fighting for the same end
Which way do I go
Who's going to win
What will be my fate
Do I stay or leave
Which way do I go
Which one will it be?
ingrained.the scars are itching;ingrained.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
separate disembodied remorseful beings
just like me,
do they need company?
just like me they look behind with
regret: they ask,
why were they not deeper.
hollow and resistant, they will not
open themselves
as easily as they once had.
they remind me; just like me,
aching.
cauterize.these arms disappear for the wintercauterize.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my mind slips slow into gray.
the doubt runs flurry fury racing tracks
that double back
vehemently pointlessly futilely looking for
something neglected perhaps and the record skips.
my fingers are too numb
and the tears that fall on my arms
their reality sears and suppresses me.
my limbs are too heavy as it courses through
my veins dear and the
sun still shines for you
i'll be your masochistic moon and take your place
on the darkside
i've never been afraid of it there
if only to give you the chance
to experience what you allowed me to.
doubt was never far behind the comfort
perhap
divide.i'm just numb.divide.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the music hits my eardrums but it
doesn't go farther than that. the
vibrations are noticeable but i can't
make out why they're there.
i'm sitting on my floor, oh look, i'm
slumped over sideways at the waist, with
my head against the floor i feel
the jarring stab as my earbud hits my
eardrum wrong but, from here, i can't seem to look
upon it with anything more than a
slight amusement. i can feel the
movement of the fan on the ceiling of
the room below me, a regular pattern. i
have the same dizzy whir in my head,
pulling back back back, go back. i
haven't eaten for fuck-it-i-forget-how
many hours but
disregard.this is swooping down deep into my chest, the infestation begins,disregard.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that exorcism of warmth that comes when you shed your jacket,
the only layer between you and the fluorescent lights, because you
thought you were too warm,
when in fact nothing can negate those syllables.
it's made of jumping off ledges and jaywalking through evening traffic
and crashing on the furniture in the back of the thrift store,
you hoping that no-one will follow
and me feeling all too relieved knowing that a group will always play
follow the leader, one last time.
it's feeling guilty because i noticed the x-acto knife first;
but dear, don't fret, at least
without.you don’t let me in butwithout.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i don’t ask
i guess i have to
but i was
because i’ll care tomorrow.
i have smiled into mirrors that see no more
puerile on the floor
all i was left with was a dull ache and a want
exquisitely empty
insatiably full.
they show me something i can never have, yet
may i ask of you to
merely
show me the strength
that i will never have.
tactless and blunt.Absence makes the heart growtactless and blunt.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blind.
I don’t think I’ll be able to
look you in the eye next time
I see you
because the eyes I’ve
been recalling aren’t yours.
obligations.I pull you one notch tighterobligations.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sink me farther in
Constrict my mind the blood will not stray
Deprive my stomach close my heart
Give me the option the option of falling
Into autopilot vigilante monitor my mouth
Cleanse me disconnect me
A worthwhile priceless purchase leeching and pleading
Nourish my soul with nothing but
The air of my heart and barricade me in.
You give me no option
I have but one choice
Serve you
Serving me.
The shell empty.
Stomach full of thoughts.
hear.the ringinghear.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the droning the
humming in my ear
dear, i cannot hear
i cannot hear
dear, your advice
flowing forth can’t
bear the burden of
speech catch this
ride to flow where
you’ll go you’ll see
why i can’t lift
myself up can’t wake
another day a
broken empty glass
the shattered shards
to help me bleed
as the qualms fade
and the reconciled
bleedtouchtaste me
away.
you’ll
conceive
envisage this onus
of my riptorn edged
self.
seep.dear girl,seep.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can’t sleep if i am wearing socks. concupiscence is a long word for something with such a short life.
i like opening my eyes and seeing darkness. i like holding my breath so i can hear my heartbeat, because it seems like it must belong to someone else. it pumps too regularly, and does not carry the sluggish train of regret that mine must. mine pumps my body full of clichés and forgets to let the blood make it to my feet and my hands.
last night was spent figuring out how much my body braces itself when i fall onto my driveway.
dear girl,
there is always one day a month that i can count on leaving it settled. no blo
then god is seven.Bingey, bingey, your contingency to allude to the situation of the suffocationthen god is seven.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the altercation allows my disinterest to wither
time,
and your petulant pestilent persistence smells of rotting fruit, and, dear,
the situation of the sack, the sheet
of blood and flowers,
coats me with a semblance,
a resemblance, a veneer which you have applied piously these past three years.
Yet time, oh just pass
please go on,
if it’s less I’ll be happy, I swear, just one less. I assure you, darling, watch that
you do not waneth unto the
moon. By the time the stains started to reek I finally will be
able to get out of the
can we?you can’t hear mecan we?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
well, it’s not like you ever could
if you move i’ll stop talking
because i don’t want you to hear.
darling.
i don’t want you to hear all the truths
i need so desperately to transfuse into your system
after i’ve been sustaining you on
nothing but untruths for so long.
if your breathing changes from an
easy flow of wide inouts to
catching heart screech hiccups, long racking
sobs, asthmatic wheezes and
five mile sprint gulping
i’ll know i’ve done my job
because i’ll have switched the message
running in roundabout loops through your ears
to this crackling fizz of
not
pocket lint.You drain me and sustain mepocket lint.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You hold me and you mold me
A tender touch a venomous screech
A slap on the hand a touch to the lips
You hide me I cannot find me
You guide me where can I find me
The blood ceases who has taken me
please awaken me
You care I am aware
You warn beware they merely stare
Flowing down a river hanging by a strand
Pushing me back into the hole I reach for your hand
Quell this thoughtless void
Flood me with your voice though I cannot meet your demands
Give me your demons and don’t dare let me be free
please sedate me
depleted.it’s empty and hollow nowdepleted.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but the ringing is still here.
there are still those moments if hesitancy
a reluctance to fulfill an agreement
that cold heavy joy that comes upon the release
and the warmth of hate that glows thereafter
i’ve done this thousands of times
yet every time it feels right
before it stops feeling right and
leaves me exuberantly empty
all those wasted efforts
lost in the humming
the unattainable goal remains unrealized
suspended are the supposed gossamers of passion and meaning and futility
do you understand now?
good, because i thought
you were inviting
and more than just overused
the discipli
Painted WoundsPainted Wounds9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My wrist's a canvas
My razor's a brush
Whenever I paint
I get such a rush
My canvas is blank
But not for too long
My artwork feels good
But I know it's wrong
My painting is done
I wash my brush clean
And this piece of art
Will never be seen
I will paint again
But I really hope
That someday I'll find
A sane way to cope
Sta.sh
