SolitudePetrified, paralyzed,Solitude7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the horror in her eyes.
the noose around her neck.
Blood baths come to mind,
sharp knives touch her spine,
smooth blades, caress her neck,
an endearing sensation.
I want to live, so I will die,
to be pure, I did try,
I will be with the one I loved,
I will not be numb.
Christian WomenChristian Women10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before me sit the Christian women, and I can see them
in my mind's eye upon their backs, husbands lunging on beds
between legs, for the primal craft of love lifted high and holy
toward something more than merely mortal
before me sit the Christian women
heads bowed, plump breasts bare and risen
for the lips of cradled infants
as prayer drips like lamb's blood from their mouths, saying
pass over us, for we have done well
before me sit the Christian women
and I am humbled, for I have
no equal aspiration
Eyes that drownRaw, icy,Eyes that drown7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sharp and endearing,
upon my eyes.
drowning and scared,
they all hide.
focussed and waiting,
draws you close.
takes the most.
Extend your armsDark, shady eyes of death,Extend your arms7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
selling souls to hollow breaths.
Pressed hands draw the blood,
finished bodys stir the mud.
Piling, heaping, linking arms,
kept as if they once were charms.
choosing ones to their own taste,
ones that might fit their race.
Take my hand and pull me down,
but don't let me hit the ground.
All my happyness you may take,
all I want is to wake.
Don't Waste Your Time.Don't Waste Your Time.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were in this city together years ago,
clutching each other for bits of warmth
and wasting moments on street corners and cemeteries.
you don't know enough about me&you never will,
because I won't tell you a thing, darling.
you smelled like sleet and warmth, and I could have breathed that in forever.
and you are good at holding hands but not at kissing.
I would have liked to teach you,
but we ran out of time.
Statues in the Dark.Statues in the Dark.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm lying again.
my hips are burning and I
shouldn't have but boy,
did I and it felt so BAD.
everything is good, though, for the
knobby-kneed soccer mom girls who
won't love, because they commit instead.
It's not so awful after all, living in
the land of smiles and
little kids without broken boys
on chandeliers and lovely girls with
hate in their fingers
(I will tear you apart and
grind your bones against
mine but it's just another
nothing because that's
how it will always be with
you and we won't see
each other again)
I will lie awake and intertwine your pinky with
mine because that's all
that I can bear to touch anymore
they haven't loved and
listened to beautiful liars
tell them that they're
flawless yet or heard
those noises in the night
of those who own it.
you have a lot to learn and a lot to lose
and you're going to hate but you won't LISTEN
The night beat you to covering your body in black,
and once again you're terrible at ending things.
yes, all womenmonths or yearsyes, all women1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from now my therapist
will click her pen at
me in the static hum
of her silent office,
perhaps before popping
the question so many
others have before:
why haven't you
gotten over it?
if it's hard to
understand why the
i've undergone has
scarred my skin and
nearly taken my life,
then i'll explain.
i am not over it
because panic attacks
rattle me when i see
my abuser's face -
in person or in memories.
i am not over it
because a tank top and
short-shorts does not,
under any circumstances,
mean "yes", and neither
does his teeth on my neck
or the silence between
the two of us.
i am not over it
because i was ridiculed
and rumored to be a slut
because his hands
decided i was.
i am not over it
because i still get
prank calls from private
numbers and nightmares
shake my fitfully
i am not over it
because i am scared to
cross the street to work,
and i have been
harassed more times
than i have fingers
by men with the same eyes
as my ab
Heart to HeartI need to warn youHeart to Heart7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about your new business
breaking other people
breaking other hearts
One day it will stop
this hard beating
this warning you
when you clearly don't deserve it
don't deserve a fair shot
don't deserve me
don't deserve a heart
You will be ignored
talking to an empty chest
venting to stilled veins
i won't be here to help you
i won't help you mend
i won't tell you when
when it's the one
when it's true
Your a heartbreaker
and if it weren't for me
some might wonder
if you had feelings
if you had warnings
if you had a heart
and i was there
because you're gone...dearest departed,because you're gone...6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the sun's been missing for as
long as you've been gone.
i do not watch the
horizon for the way you
bend your elbows, how
you are a bird- the
way you crane your pelican
neck- anymore; i
have cried senselessly
but stopped looking for outstretched,
tall fragments of you.
you are gone
forever and our
tale has no
happy ending in
sight, now i only see you
and no matter how
often or real it seems it
won't ever suffice.
dreams are only that-
dreams. they don't speak of real-
ity, just wishes.
of what we
do not have;
they're everything that's
out of reach.
you are just a star,
always a little too far
from my outstretched hands.
i'm further away
than you may think dear, so please
stop reaching across
thinking that you'll make
pen road feels like an
you make me
miss you more than my
call, guiding my feet
gards to what
my heart's screaming or
Just a Boyi watched as you sleptJust a Boy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your head in my lap
i felt almost as a guardian angel
watching over the most important creature
the most important
i thought with fever
i tried to be still
i tried not to breathe
and every heartbeat seemed too loud
i tried to remember
a time less peaceful
a time less precious
and when your hand
it searched blindly for mine
in your sleep
i grasped it with as much strength
as i could manage
without waking you
without disturbing you
without wanting more of you
as if it were possible
had not the rain been so loud
had not my heart been fluttering
had not my lungs been exploding with air
you would not have eve
CursedShe was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, and she hated it.Cursed8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Her hair was smooth and auburn, shiny, sleek, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldnt make it look messy or uncared for. Her face was heart-shaped and her complexion was perfect. She never used any products; she never even wore sunscreen, always hoping that she would get a sunburn that would leave her face wrinkled and damaged, but it never happened. Her eyes were pale gray and never stopped sparkling, no matter how little she slept. Her nose was nicely shaped, her mouth just the right size, her waist and hips thin, her proportions perfect. She was gorgeous, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
It wasnt fair, she thought, that everyone believed her to be perfect. Just because she looked wonderful didnt mean that she was wonderful. Her parents, the two people who supposedly knew her best, thought that
No fair Ch. 1 +boys love+Chapter oneNo fair Ch. 1 +boys love+7 years ago in Teen More Like This
I sat in the hard, wooden school desk, just like every other school day. My fingers shook against the desk, and my leg shook against the leg of my chair. Most of the kids looked at me weird, like I was sitting on a seal juggling flaming bowling balls. It was a new school, no one knew me, and no one wanted to know me.
Who wants to hang out with a twitchy sixteen-year-old? I sure as heck wouldnt want to. Not even medicine or medical treatment could cure me of my twitch, but my older brother, who was the only one who wanted to deal with me after the death of my parents, didnt mind.
My clothes werent in style: I wore baggy, sometimes ripped, jeans; shirts that I had drawn on or were so baggy that I looked five sizes bigger than I actually was, and my old black hoodie; and old Chuck Taylors that I could soon wear as sandals. I always wondered to myself if I really looked so weird that I had been, basically, quarantined from everyone else. It was bec
True RomanceThis isn't smiles and rainbows,True Romance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is you and me.
The thorns, not the rose.
This is the taste of blood.
A knife through your heart,
And it's my name in your book.
Once you were fairy floss,
And I was popcorn,
But now you're plastic,
and I'm paint.
And now like a flood,
you spread your lies.
And something else inside of me dies.
Cinderella.....Cinderella.....12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're all heard the story of how this girl went from rags to riches. Well here's the darker side of the "Fairy Tale"....
She danced around him as happy as can be. She was the only thing his minds eye could see. For he was blindfolded and she even took the liberty of tying up his wrist, now what a twist!
What a brave prince this blue eyed God was, to him, her bebavior seemed a bit odd. Did he ever love her or was he just playing? Either way it would do him well to start praying. She's sick of his lies and and his stupid games. Now she's in control, oh what a shame! She was always the one to cry. And it was his fault too! Why did he persist when she said NO? Where did he want this relationship to go? Why did he leave her scared and alone? Or was it just easier to skip the talk and hit her! She cried everyday for him, there was so many things that he was able to to do. But he's has pushed her to th end. She wasn't pretty and she never had designer clothes, but why was that the argument th
all angles and godmy head -all angles and god5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crying a baby's hello
the bath water -
everything is all
angles and god;
you will watch as i flounder
in the murky streets
the sky is beginning
to cry again,
it comes in
shut it out,
...Maybe I'm naive because there are certain things I don't understand...7 years ago in Other More Like This
Like why we care about people who don't know us
Or why we love people who don't want us
Or why we get angry over things that don't concern us
Maybe I'm cold and bitter because there are certain places I can't go
Or people I can't see
Or songs I can't listen to anymore because they remind me of things I hate
And as much as I try to understand them, I can't
Maybe we're all different brands of crazy
Certain brands like hurting the body
Certain brands go for the mind
Me, I go for the heart because I'm a different brand than everybody else
Or maybe I've just lost it
Because I hate seeing liars
And people who use people
Get everything they want
While the rest of us sit back and remember what we've lost
An Essay - MavyrkAn Essay - Mavyrk10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Abomination - An Afterthought"
A large portion of Christian society has decided that it is a sin to be homosexual. If you are one of those Christians, or if you are a homosexual being pressured by the wrongful mindset of some unwholesome Christians, read on.
Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination. Lev 18:22.
This is the phrase that is most often said by anti-gay Christians. Let's look at this in another bible (this is the King James', which is notorious for having particularly shady and self-serving lingo).
Don't have sex with a man as one does with a woman. That is abhorrent.
It seems as though you should not engage in vaginal intercourse with another man. All right, all clear there!
The whole of Leviticus deals with rituals and cleanliness. Let's take a look at a few other of Leviticus' quotes.
Also thou shalt not approach unto a woman to uncover her nakedness, as long as she is put apart for her uncleanness.<
Written LoveItalic represents the inner depths of our emotions, an endless well of truth. Within lies the rawest image of the self, the naked reality of vulnerability, doubt and discovery.Written Love7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Will I ever find love? Am I destined to be alone forever?
It also depicts instant sparks of thought, blurted words mute to the world.
Shes cute! I wonder if she could ever like someone like me. Did she just smile back at me? Was she being polite, or ?
Bold equals bravery, chance and gamble; the lion heart in which shaky words express daring suggestions, challenging the fate of solitude.
Want to go for a coffee sometime?
Can I call you again?
Bold lettering calls for faith, hope and trust. Self esteem brings it out, jumping from the white of paper, but even the timid can brave life with its encouraging energy.
Underline is exclamation. It is the reaction to news, the call of passion or the declaration of triumph. It can be coupled with t
Jak ciala niebieskie.Ty i ja mamy skórę jak księżycJak ciala niebieskie.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ciepły księżyc, pod sierpniowym niebem
Tam, gdzie mamy plecy, tam się pręży
Tam, gdzie mamy wargi, tętni śpiewem.
Ty i ja mamy dłonie jak słońce
Jasne słońce o długich promieniach
Tam, gdzie biegną żyły, pulsujące
Tam, gdzie są opuszki, do pieszczenia.
Yes EveryNo, not every white person is racist.Yes Every11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But yes, every person of colour will experience racism.
No, not every man is sexist.
But yes, every woman will experience sexism.
No, not every straight person is homophobic.
But yes, every gay person will experience homophobia.
No, not every cis-gendered person is transphobic.
But yes, every transgender person will experience transphobia.
Enough with your 'not every's.
Because, yes every.
Glasgow Smile-A Joker StoryPain blossomed across his jaw as the knife sliced through skin and sinew. Breath shallow and haggard met his ears and the world buzzed around him. He felt alive, the stinging only seeming to make the world clearer. With each pulse of heart, blood flowed freely from the wound, plip plopping into the porcelain basin beneath him. He echoed the sound over and over again in his head. Plip plop plip plop plip plop, until it became something of a song. Plip plop plip plop bloody raindrops. He recited it out loud, blood falling into the sink with each flap of his damaged cheek. He raised his head high enough to see his eyes in the mirror. Black holes stared back at him. He stared for a long time, the straight razor still raised in his hand, just the top part of it visible in the mirror. Raising his head a little higher, he brought the restGlasgow Smile-A Joker Story7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
and we drank bourbonand we drank bourbon9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And we drank bourbon!
It was the night that good old Lars visited us – he did every year, and every year we got slowly worse. We blamed Lars, although no one of us told him. I think he knew.
So we drank the bourbon, first in cups, then the bottle whole. It was the night that the stars shone brighter than they ever had and we agreed that aliens really did exist and that they would visit us in the morning. We decided that the Earth was bound to enter a new era of equality and happiness. Your dad would've been proud of the way you threw your pay check in the toilet.
Lars went missing later and we thought that the aliens had got him. I discovered that our pretensions don't slip away, they get worse with old age – we just pretend we don't have them anymore. You made some witty pun about delusions of grandeur and I told you to shut your mouth.
I thought of kissing you, but also thought I was ugly (I am ugly), and so didn't. You kissed someone else, I communed with aliens on the trampoline. T
ForgivenessIForgiveness8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When the little girl woke up, she found cookies in her shoes.
It was December 6, St. Nicholas Day, her parents told her. Thats the day when Santa comes and takes your Christmas list and leaves you cookies if you were good, a switch if you were bad. Santa left her cookies! The little girl squealed in delight, in excitement.
Do you want to try one, her mother asked. The little girl put one in her mouth. She chewed. She swallowed. She smiled. It was the best thing she had ever eaten in her life.
You can eat another one, her father said. But the little girl wanted to save them so that they would last longer.
By the time she ate her second cookie, it was hard and stale.
Trust is fickle.
When you are trusted, its easy to keep that trust. You can be out with friends or something and just tell your parents that you were at the library or something doing schoolwork.