Wasting Away In BetweenWasting Away In Between11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
"just walk into the light "shut your mouth and close your eyes
or keep heading for the black for darkness you have a knack
if you're looking for delight" you're the devil in disguise"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
"choose the realm where to go: "choose the realm where to go:
three headed demons that attack three headed demons that attack
or pale angels that think slow?" or pale angels that think slow?"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
"shut your mouth and close your eyes "just walk into the light
for darkness you have a knack or keep heading for the black
you're the devil in disguise" if you're looking for delight"
said the trickster in my back said the trickster in my back
How It EndsHow It EndsHow It Ends6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He leaves a slime-trail of blood across the floor of the warehouse as he crawls. There is nothing romantic about any of this. His organs are squelching and shifting in ways they shouldn't, and what he long ago suspected that there was nothing romantic or heroic about this lifestyle, that it would end in sudden, catastrophic violence is now confirmed. Loyalty kept him here, despite all that. Loyalty keeps him moving now, pulling himself by slickened fingertips towards his goal when his body is screaming for an ending he won't give in to. Not yet, at least. Soon, but not yet. He is nothing if not stubborn.
They dodged bullets and bombshells and bounty hunters and everything else the world threw at them, long enough for regimes to crumble and gray to sprout in their hair. That was what ultimately killed them, slowing the blazing of her two hands long enough for a few punks to get lucky. Small-timers, just to hammer home the reality that his life wasn't som
Long Summer NightsThose days were so short becauseLong Summer Nights10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our nights were so long.
We wished upon the rock stars
in hope that we'd become them.
Those were the same nights you put on lip-gloss
and you truly matched the sky.
Our scars were cut so deep,
that we didn't even bleed.
It was almost like we didn't even notice
who we were sometimes.
We wanted to have fun, but we were dead broke
and dirt cheap.
We'd write our poetry in the sand
only to find it edited by erosion the next day.
Sometimes for the better.
We all knew what we were waiting for -
that westward wind
that someday would blow us out of this town.
Tainted Syndrome.And so at night I ponder if I should absolve humanity of the mortifying calamities it's elicited from itself to ultimately lead to the demise of you and me, a travesty, or at least seeming to be.Tainted Syndrome.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gloating and flaunting about its amiable immaculacy, shunning those who disagree, those who deviate and detract, those who contrive towards the expulsion of these redundancies, those who refrain and abstain from affiliating with such an arbitrary blight of the face of mankind.
Those benevolent, benign benefactors who wish to rehabilitate and revitalize and stimulate the earth, before it degenerates into the epitome of everything it's not supposed to be.
Those who get looked upon with disdain, their methods viewed as unorthodox, a hypocritical paradox, demoralized and exploited at the expense of themselves and at the elation of others; their justices infringed.
These sparsities who are cursed with the general consensus of being obsolete, searching on a quest for a sanctuary from a
a lie that tells the truthplease don’t write me as a ghost girl,a lie that tells the truth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all blurry lines and faded features
that caricature themselves into the minds
of those that think they see me--
i am not a canvas.
my life is not a blank sheet for you
to paint your vision across,
and i have no wires in my bones--
you cannot pose me so i’ll catch the light
like a kaleidoscope of clever quirks
and tragic backstories;
i am written in the words i discard
when i write bad poetry at 3am, and if you look,
you can find me echoed back to you
in my all time top five favorite movies.
i am the way my hands hurt
when i get nervous;
i am the urge to speak italian,
even though after a year of classes, i can barely
i am the calmness that hits
when i smell cigarettes, even though
i’ve never smoked,
and i am the grudges that have lingered
because i forget to let things go,
and i am the passive-aggressive comments
that i should be sorry for, but
never really am.
if you want, you can trace your pen along
For the Good of the Team - 3For the Good of the Team - 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
For the Good of the Team - 3
C-Cyrus, Saturn stammered.
Saturn. You seem to be succeeding in most of your attempts. Cyrus walked into the midst of the battle. Please withdraw your Pokemon, I dont think youll find them necessary.
Professor Rowan drew himself up with dignity and did so. Hubble stared, but slowly did the same. Tethys looked nervously at Saturn, who had reflexively raised his poke ball. Then he lowered it. Then he deliberately raised it again and quietly commanded his Toxicroak to return. The grunt followed suit and edged a small step closer to the blue-haired commander.
Professor Rowan, am I correct in assuming that you have brought the Pokemon? the tall man asked.
Ive made little actual progress with the equipment in my own lab, but I do have them, Rowan replied, drawing out three ultra balls.
What Dreams May ComeA spoon traces reality's wake,What Dreams May Come10 years ago in Open More Like This
leaving behind ripples of that material you hold of so dear.
Lazily bejewelled spectres drift after,
all consuming behind veiled greed.
Lavishly they take their fill
of your ill dreams.
Never Ending, Ever Spiralling stairs send you
to the places where hope begins.
Ghostly dancers reside on pedestals of jade,
serenading in place amidst fluted rose pillars.
Beneath cigarette filters
their feet beat out a precise rhythm.
Disapproval splatters like rain. Soaking discarded the prom dresses
of desolate angels, resplendent in their despair.
Ebony Eyeliner runs ragged down pale cheeks
as rain pelts lifeless eyes, from whence tears come to mingle.
Abandoned, they trace their sorrow in imperfect blue lines;
emptily they wallow in forlorn and forsaken dreams.
A glib word and beautifully turned phrase
glow forgivingly in soft dawns light.
An ever expanding, all encompassing feeling
hits you like a pillow-padded train.
An ember inside of you turns to conflagration
Four SeasonsWhen I first met you, you were like the relief one gets from a fresh splash of the April rain.Four Seasons11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Effervescent in your attitude, anomalous in everything else….
You were different, you were new, and you made me feel…absolutely rejuvenated and…..absolutely beautiful.
When I realized that I was in love with you, you were like the July sun.
Bright and looming, the first thing my eyes went to in the sky.
Overwhelming, you were once in a while, consuming my time and whatever limited free space resided in my mind.
Sometimes I felt you slowed me down, tired me with your tenacious complexity …but I knew, without you, I wouldn't be able to survive.
And then, there were those summer rains….those monsoons of magnificence…those hazy pink-grey skies, those shows of layers, of diaphanous folds and glorious textures in your personality.
When our love was set and rolling, you were like the falling leaves of autumn: colorful, varied, and utterly spellbinding.
I could roam through your huge expa
dance for an endyou shot me to feel cleaner about yourself, ya your the dirtiest one around.dance for an end9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
my body did the best that my body can.
You dance cause you know that its the end, I should have had the trust in my friends.
You blew everyone's tires, and walked bragging about how you destroyed someone who you said you admired.
It's the end, you should know by now how to love yourself.
You light the fire that burns underneath our feet.
She was my angel, but my angel got tired of lying around.
Im doing the best that I can to hold back.
You know what I say.
Youll see what i'll be
The Travels of Mr. WalkerThe Travels of Mr. Walker10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mr. Walker poses as derelict
against a bus stop pole under early November.
He's got headphones pushing drunkard's music
down his empty body
like caulk, popping out his toes
beat by beat into a rain puddle.
He likes to pretend it's a movie,
to pretend there's a cigarette in his mouth,
to pretend he has killed before.
The city just keeps on digesting him,
sloshing him around
past hospitals, agencies, brothels-turned-art stores,
until the rectum, the school--the library.
He'll have a coffee, watch the rain
start and stop again.
He likes to get lost wading amongst shit,
to pay too much for a croissant,
to act like he has time for little things.
He finds a payphone,
calls the busy signal at his home
just to check up on things. Tired-eyed,
Mr. Walker will find a seat in his favorite quiet room
and sigh a few times.
An old friend will come from nowhere,
ask him how or what he's doing.
He wants to say, "I once left my soul in this room
and I intend to get it back."
Lady in WhiteLady in White11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can still feel you like the prickle of my hair standing up in the cold.
I turn around and see nothing…..nothing.
But you will come back! I know it!
My heart tells me so…….
We were meant to be.
Don't think I didn't see you, standing with her.
Not standing, really…..sitting….laying.
You sounded so different with her than you do with me….
You were happy, satisfied…….not disgusted.
My hands shook when I first saw you: I wasn't strong then.
Now I can take it: I know she means nothing to you.
I'm your world…because you were mine.
The metal--it was metal, wasn't it?-- felt strangely good in my hand, but the feeling alone didn't satiate me.
Not even when it rumbled, belching out its insides towards you.
It spit up something: I remember!
It hit you, and FINALLY I heard it: your moans.
Moans I hadn't heard from you in years.
Moans louder than even that woman had given you.
And thinking back, I still smile.
I gave you pleasure then, didn't I?
You fell to the ground in pleasu
Where Reno GoesWhere Reno Goes9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Where Reno Goes
by: The Goldfish of Evil
I heard it as I was walking home – a painfully human whimper from an alleyway. It was late, much too late to be out in the slums, but I had a job helping one of the merchants and my mother more than needed the money. And of course it was much too late to be examining whimpers in alleyways. I know that now, but back then, I was still a new kid in a big city; the connection hadn't formed yet. So I stopped and I looked.
There was a man in the alleyway, thick body coiled over another that looked tiny by comparison: it was a boy, a kid I knew from school. He was the only one that would talk to me, actually – I was big for my age and quiet, so most people wrote me off as stupid or even "wrong in the head" when I started school in the middle of the semester. I wondered if he had thought that, too, and just didn't care whether it was true or not. The second day in the cafeteria he had sat down beside me, this lanky redheaded kid a little y
SimpleSimple11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A simple slice, a simple cut
Is all that I would need
To end my "precious" little life
With such a simple deed
Your love from me was stolen
Leaving me to brood
In my own self pity
And in a hate-filled mood
Every time you said "I love you"
My fragile heart did soar
But when you left me to myself
I only wanted more
Your lips, they were as petals
So soft to every touch
Your skin, it was as raindrops
Ever escaping my clutch
The way your arm felt
While wrapped around my body
Made me feel as if in bliss
Made me feel not shoddy
But then you took it on yourself
To break my love-filled heart
And shatter me to tattered pieces
Just like a well-aimed dart
It was then, these feelings started
The endless urge to die
And when my mission is complete
My corpse will shine in your eye
As I lay here in my coffin,
My eyes shut to all
I sense your essence near me
And my spirit starts to fall
As you look down at my body
My arms across my chest
You say, "I still do love you"
And my soul forever
Against the SilenceOne songAgainst the Silence8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raised by a thousand voices
No, ten thousand
Nay, a million voices strong
Singing one song
One piercing voices against the silence that would bind us
No fear at all, though the silence is coming
And the darkness soon after
The song sustains us
Within us, around us, among us
The song sings us as well
And the silence cannot stand
A million voices strong
A million souls woven together
A barrier of light, unique in every way
Stronger than any wall of stone or steel
And the silence comes
It consumes our song of hope and light
Ten thousand souls lost in an instant
The rest soon to follow
Yet all is not lost
Within the silence
As it rolls across the land in victory
Within the impenetrable darkness
As it steals away the warmth of sunlight
Shines our light
And our Song
Within the silent night
We sing on.
And Lay as Though She SmiledI died of cholera in the third grade. My best friend Alice Hathaway presided over my funeral.And Lay as Though She Smiled8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lying in the school soccer field, holding a bouquet of dandelions, my cheeks rubbed with pollen, yellow and sickly, I asked Alice to give my eulogy.
Neither of us had ever gone to a funeral, but somehow I knew more.
"My eulogy. Say nice things about me. Since I'm dead."
She hesitated. "Elaine was really nice. I wish she hadn't died. And I hope she goes to Heaven."
"Are you done?"
"Okay, now's when you bury me."
Alice ripped grass from the field and poured it over me. I smiled as it fell into my mouth.
"Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust," I chanted.
In kindergarten I learned about nothing. At recess, on the playground, if I concentrated long enough on nothing I began to see nothing. I began to hear nothing.
In the first grade I discovered nothing smelled exceedingly good. In attempting to describe that smell to my parents I always failed. No, not a sweet smell, no
Of Pineapples and Kings: P1Of Pineapples and Kings: Part 1Of Pineapples and Kings: P17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Authors Note: Come closer to the fire, my sweets and let ol Lixxle tell you a story that will send a shiver down your spine. Beware, my little ones! For this tale of shadows has awakened fear in the stoutest heart and made grown men cower beneath their oh who the hell am I kidding? I cant write horror; I can only write crotch-rich stories that border on crackfic (crotch-crack, if you will). So here it issickly-sweet Halloween crotch-crack. Really, youll have to floss after you finish it.
Explain to me, said Jareth, reaching rather indolently for the last cinnamon cookie, what it is that you do on Halloween.
Hey! That ones mine! Sarah yelled indignantly.
She tried to slap his hand away but he was far too quick. She had learned over the past three months that you really couldnt slap Jareth unless he allowed it. The fact that he allowed it more often than n
My True Name - d-angelicMy True Name - d-angelic8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weeping cries of a sobbing heart
Desperate in wondering where to start, please
Please oh please, dont leave me here alone
Tired as the setting sun and cold as stone, I pray
Pray that this doesnt end
Broken from lies and sick from the pretend, I lay
Lay in the dark, on your slow beating chest
You whisper in my ear, Its time love, time to rest, I fear
Fear at the murmur of my true name
Scared of the monster that I soon became, I adore
Adore your sweet lips on my brow
Promises of all my pain dying now, I wish
Wish for this moment to never stop
But weary and lost, my head drops, Im sorry
Sorry I cried myself to sleep on your bed
As you sat and watched my heart weave and bled, But now
Now you smile and kiss me good night
And lay besides me, holding me and my heart tight, I love
Love you with everything I am and would be
As we lay together in the dark, you set me free
My true name it doesnt matter now We share the same name
For a FriendWhen life makes you feel really down,For a Friend12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And there's no one to tell you it's alright,
You can't help feeling you're about to drown,
Or being enveloped by endless night.
I'll be there to help you out,
Or just to make you smile,
I'll show you what friendship is all about,
And help you run the extra mile.
I know how much pain has come to you,
And I know that it's hard to move on,
But I know that you'll make it through,
And then that pain will soon be gone.
For a friend I'll always be there,
And I'll always do my very best,
I'll be the one who'll always care,
Even if they're extremely depressed.
Your friendship means the world to me,
Even when you're sad,
Because you are undoubtfully,
One of the best friends that I've had.
So when you're feeling lost,
Or when things become unclear,
My friendship has no cost,
And for you I'll always be here.
Mary Had A Little DollMary Had A Little DollMary Had A Little Doll8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mary had a little doll
She dressed and fed it well
She kept it dry when rain would fall
And thought it rather swell
Her little doll, so sweet and kind,
Accepted gifts so graciously
But Mary dearest kept in mind
The pain the doll stored viciously
While on a walk one sunny day
Mary and her doll did spy
The Preacher of the church, and prayed
An exorcism he'd not try
But he caught sight and flipped a fit
And Mary felt not well
He cursed and flailed and flipped a fit
And said shed go to hell
So Mary took her dolly home
And with a spiteful air,
Cut a slit in dollys dome
And stuffed her with the Preachers hair
13 days her hatred grew
She waited very patiently
And fed her doll a special brew
That she had made meticulously
And when the moon rose in the sky
Mary was equipped with pins
For Preacher, Mary said, must die
For insulting dearest dolly-kins
So she stuck the dolly full
And found she was quite exhilarated
And when the morning bell did toll
.Abuse.Broken hearts hurt way too much,.Abuse.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heart starts dying, tears and such.
I don't know why this hurts like hell,
I hate it when you scream and yell.
Through my eyes, it was all so dark,
I tried to hide those scars, that mark.
Get away from me, I want to be alone,
Especially when you hit me, and even break a bone.
You push me back, as I fall to my knees,
I don't know what to do, how to please.
My friends were all right about you,
But I was lovestruck and had no clue.
It's over now, but I lie 6 feet under,
During the rain, during the thunder.
He sets flowers on my grave, full of regret,
Something like this is hard to forget..
My Sin - LahtiirahMy Sin - Lahtiirah8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never wanted it to be this way
There was no premeditated plan or malicious intention,
In the creation of you my sin.
I never asked for the past I lived,
I didnt plan the future I have,
Nor did I want what fell between.
I didnt see the betrayal while it happened,
By my hand and action I still was blind,
Even when I though my lesson was learned it happened again.
Tell me My Sin, did you ever know,
That when our friendship was given life,
I smiled my first smile,
A crooked thing but true in its honesty.
I was naive in dreams, and stupid with hope,
But the smile was pure.
When our friendship died, My Sin,
Still I smiled
So sure I was for its rebirth I erred again in forgiveness.
And to hide my deepest scar
That smile still holds invisible tears fall.
Hopeless, I gave my heart to sorrow,
And under the cloak of your lies,
My soul keeps true to you, My Sin.
People hear what whispers say,
But no one hears whats never said,
And no one accepts what will
Confused Mixed FeelingsConfused Mixed Feelings8 years ago in General More Like This
Token lifted his head up from his bed, yawning tiredly as the lights shone in the doorway of his room. Another morning another boring morning. He yanked a shirt on and left the room, thinking of where he might go next in that long white hallway. There were so many locked doors so many places he could start. But first, he needed to get something to eat. Hopefully, Ace was making breakfast. Reluctantly he passed Dezzis room on the way to the kitchen. He heard excessive moaning, which made him stop a moment.
Why am I doing this? What do I care if hes having massive sex again?
Token tried to convince himself that he cared not for Dezzis sex escapades. But he couldnt resist a peek. Carefully, he peeked in the doors crack into Dezzis room. Well, this was new. Dezzi was once again topping someone, but it was an unfamiliar face. All Token saw was the other mans bright purple hair before he got a sick gut feeling. Token twisted around and he