I'd lieI'd lie1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It’s all so familiar to me, but it still feels better than it should. I still feel…excited, happy, anxious and nervous, just walking up to the side of his car and waiting for him to unlock it so I can sit next to him. It’s always the same. I always know just how it’s going to be. And yet, my heart won’t slow down when he invites me in.
“Hey, Yugi.” He greets me warmly when I open the door, same as ever. Yami’s tone is just like it always is. His eyes meet mine in that same friendly way and they shine just a little brighter. He’s happy to see me, to get some time alone…because he wants to be with his ‘best friend’ after a long day. Nothing more. But then, nothing less. “Hop in.”
He has some music on, but as usual, it’s playing low and I don’t even notice the words at all as I listen to him ask me how I am. I tell him I’m ‘fine,’ like I normally do, and I make my voice work
What Should I do??At the Intersection of Sanity and DepressionWhat Should I do??5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whats done, is done
Nothing can remove the pain weve caused
I know Im the one who may have caused the most
But reminding me of my wrongs,
Its too much on my oh so weak heart
I am already at my breaking point
Just move on,
Just keep the thoughts out,
Thats what everyone says
What happens when I simply cant,
When all at night the painful memories flood my mind,
When Im on the edge of sanity
And yet have to pretend everythings ok,
That Im fine, that Im
Nobody has the answers I need
Nothing can make:
The thoughts die,
The tears dry,
The darkness and rain go away,
The birds fly while Im stuck on the ground,
At the Intersection of Sanity and Depression.
That fate twisting,
Spiraling pit of memories.
Which way do I turn?
The only thing to influence my turn,
Is the Dark Angel himself.
But Ive already turned,
I was forced to take the path,
Even the Stars FallEven the Stars FallEven the Stars Fall2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Korra sauntered into the gym with bag in hand ready to begin another dreadfully early morning full of training. It had taken her a fifteen minutes to force herself out of bed and to the gym, but she was here at last. She stopped and dropped her bag to find Mako furiously hitting the punching bag in front of him like he had a personal grudge against it. He would strike with one fist and then the other, dancing lightly on the balls of his feet the entire time. He grunted as he threw a particularly heavy punch and ended in a round house kick that made the bag sway dangerously back and forth.
Sweat glistened on his forehead and the back of his neck, and she could see it had soaked into his undershirt. He must have gotten there pretty early, Korra reasoned, and he looked like he hadn't slept at all from the dark circles beneath his eyes. He was panting now and going at the bag again.
"Hey, need me to hold that for you?" she offered as she took walked forward and dodged a
What is Love?What is love?What is Love?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is beauty?
Both are in the eye of the beholder
Love could be...
The butterflies in your stomach,
When you're with that special someone
The loyalty an animal shows,
To an inconsistent owner
The attempts at helping,
From a parent who isn't the best
Or even just looking in a mirror,
Saying to yourself,
"I'm perfect, just the way I am."
I can finally say.)
What if...[What if] s[he'd been] telling [the] truth?What if...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then what does that make you? Utter [demon ? ]s of the human race, [a pointed] gun, a smiling [face.] [A] whispered [li]e in many e[ar]s, a rumour bound to span [for years.]
Down t[he] corridors and up the ['s]tairs, [a cold]-war school where no one cares. [Fear]s of getting teased in town, [behind every smile] hides [a] dark frown. I used to think that we were [friend]s, a summer [full of] bright weekends. But that pointed gun, that smiling face, [destroyed] your [soul], your heart, your face.
A face, a soul, a [trust] of lace.
But what [is] the point of making these black inky tears rhyme? They are [lost], lost [in] old summer ti[me.]
ShatteredShattered on the floor, suffocatingShattered6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shaking from your touch, reverberating
Through the layers of my skin
Piercing my soul and setting in
My tourniquet has come undone
My plans have found themselves unspun
My intents are left to misinterpret
My eyes are shut tight, as I pray to forget
Depression isDepression is an ocean,Depression is12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unpredictable and unwavering.
Its depths are deep.
Its Highs are shallow.
Depression is the sky,
amazing and determined.
Its depths reach our soul.
Its highs touch the heavens.
Depression is the sun,
Mysterious and huge.
Its depths are unimaginable.
Its Highs wish to swallow the earth.
Depression is...me...is it you?