BulliedI brush it off with a smileBullied6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Although it hurts to be so vile
And every single word you say
Makes me want to stop the day
I wish I could live up to your expectations
I wish we could be friends and forget the current situation
But the truth is you dont really give a damn
The names you give me arent who I am
If only you'd have taken the time
To search inside for a deeper rhyme
You might have grown to like me
There might be something else to see
So before you call me another name
Realize you are the one to blame
I walked into my darkened room
To me it looks just like a tomb
I took out a rope
To tie around my throat
If only your taunts had been stopped
The name calling if only it had been dropped
I stood upon my bed with shame
Know that when you touch the flame
You will get burned
Now the tables have been turned
Just one jump from the stool is all it takes
The poison slithers through me like that of a snake
If only you'd told me it was just for play
Then Id still be alive to this very day.
BabyI squirmed a bitBaby5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nudging the tight walls around me
With my foot
I wanted to see something besides red
I wanted to feel something besides wet
I wanted to breathe something besides liquid
And I wanted to hear something besides this steady noise
Mommy wasn't ready for me to come out ye
So I stayed in there
Behaving and feeding
Trying to cause as little disturbance as possible
It was warm
And I slept a lot
Already knowing that I'd love my Mommy
That I wanted to be as close
To her as possible
While I slept
I'd curl up
Us high as I could in the tight walls
To reach the beating noise
The noise that I know gave me life
That made my Mommy love me
I could tell she loved me too
She'd created me
She must want me then
And I couldn't wait to get out
Make Mommy happy
And I wouldn't be causing her pain any more
Because I'm sure I was now
Being squished in here and all
And I'd nuzzle closer to her
Try and convince her I loved her just as much
As she loved me
Our love wi
Freddy's HomeBetter not sleep, better watch out,Freddy's Home11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Freddy's Home now, here's his count,
Chorus: one two, he's comin for u,
three four, shut the door,
five six, grab your crucifix,
seven eight, stay up late,
nine ten, never sleep again...
he gets u when u sleep, after lights out, ur in real deep, face like a villian, claws like knives, uh oh, he's got death/or murder, whichever u prefer\ in his eyes,
now ur best friend's caffiene, gets rid of all those dreams, oops, you fell asleep, ha ha, now ur Freddy's treat,
Freddy's gonna get ya, now that ur alone, he's comin now, watch out, Freddy's Home.
Baby Got Math: A song parodyOh, my, gosh. Becky, look at her fractal.Baby Got Math: A song parody7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's so big. *scoff* She looks like,
one of those math guys' girlfriends.
But, y'know, who understands those math guys? *scoff*
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total fractalist, 'kay?
I mean, her fractal, it just so BIG. *scoff*
I can't believe it just so layered, it's like,
spiraled, I mean- gross. Look!
She's just so.... weird!
I like big fractals, and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with a parameter file
And a fractal in your face
You get stoked, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that piece was stuffed
Deep in those files she saving
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And render your picture
My homeboys try to warn me
But with that fractal you got makes me so nerdy
Ooh, Fractal o'smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, save me, save me
'Cause you ain't that average art-ee
I've seen them typin'
The heck with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
EffulgenceI wish to obtainEffulgence4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the light from this
darkness that is
devouring my mind.
November 10th, 2010
CrossroadsAuthor's note: This story is set in a world just sideways of our own, where the heroes of American legends are real. But then again, so are the villains.Crossroads2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I say," said the tall, black man with the perfect smile. "I say, come along over here and sit a spell. You look plum tuckered out." And he played a little arpeggio on his guitar, which he held like it was a woman he loved.
It was dusk then and the sky was fading from its cotton candy dream color into a deep lavender, dark and low on the horizon like a lady singing blues, and Ted Swanson the securities salesman was grateful to sit down. He took a seat beside that old black man, right in front of the diner, and he loosened his tie. It was a lot damn hotter down south than he'd expected, and a lot lonelier too.
"Where am I?" asked Ted Swanson.
"You in Mississippi, boy."
"Yeah, I know. What town I mean?"
"Not that it rightly matters but you at Route 8, Halfway Diner, next to the Plantation. Ain't got no town name, but that's where
Queen of the CookoutsAs she walked out into the back yard, Haley drew the attention of everyone in attendance. She tried to ignore them staring, as she marched sharply off the sidewalk, past the poolside, towards the refreshments area, well-stocked with authentic American delicacies, as the town's fourth of July cookout always was. She pretended she didn't notice the men of the town following her every move with their mouths wide open, or the women with judgmental glares, but her apparent ignorance was all an act, she knew why they were staring.Queen of the Cookouts3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was her bikini. No, it wasn't, she corrected herself, the bikini wasn't the problem, it was fine, a bit skimpy, but nothing too outrageous. The stares were because of how it fit her, which is to say, poorly.
She knew how she looked in it, but what could she do? It was the fourth of July, and this outfit was designed for just such a holiday. Red, white, and blue, stripes and stars completely covered all her naughty bits, or, she reckoned, they would have, except
Musical RomanceI shiverMusical Romance5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not because of the temperature.
Not because of horror.
My eyes widen
Not because of the bright lights.
My heart stops
Not because of death.
Because of the balance.
Because of the tone.
My eyes widen
Because I am amazed.
My heart stops
Because I am in love.
I am in love with the music.
Such glorious voices,
Such brilliant movements.
While seeing uniforms,
There appears individuality.
With the sacred breath of life,
Thoughts are conveyed through the bells.
In the end,
I stand and declare my love.
not enough - part 2not enough - part 212 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not enough - part 2
(give me your drugs)
I am tossed into an ache of tearfulness
borne of a centered weariness.
it mimics illness
but medicines, sought to soothe
insidiously wash away
Give me your drugs, love,
natural oils, honey and teas
bubbling water in China cups
steeped rose hips, lemon and cinnamon.
Take me, to crisp cool sheets
lay me down in the comfort of your arms
allay the weakness in my body
with the slow movements of your hands
allow me to inhale the energy
in your whispered words.
Touch me with demulcent fingertips
with feather light kisses
at the fall of my stomach
infuse me with your sweet elixir
and I will rise toward you
Please Define Normal For MeThe teacher standsPlease Define Normal For Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before the class,
a ruler in one hand.
She taps the board
and pulls out a marker,
writing in black ink
define normal for me."
Not a sound.
Not a peep.
All the students do is stare,
glassy eyed and hardly there.
Once again she taps the board.
Class is still in session."
blink their eyes.
They look again at the board.
She writes her question down.
"Please define 'normal' for me."
No one dares to raise a hand,
but at least they are awake.
The timid girl, who sits in the back,
her hair dyed brightly purple and green,
barely dares to raise a hand.
"Ma'am, do you mean,
from the dictionary?"
The teachers smiles,
looks at the class.
"No, I don't,
I mean to ask,
what does normal
in terms of people's tastes.
What is a normal person,
It's plain to see,
in the faces of the "popular"
what they'd like to say.
But no one wants to offend
this amazing teacher,
Profile 001: MYTH SMITHProfile 001: MYTH SMITH3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Position: Title character/protagonist
A/K/A: The Mythsmith
Birth Name: Meshach Smith
Birthplace: North Carolina, United States of America
Approximate Age: 200 plus (physically about 31)
Height: 6' 2"
Occupation: Supernatural adventurer
History Brief: There is what we consider the "Real World", and then there is the "World of Magic". MYTH SMITH is the bridge between the two, charged with maintaining the balance ...whether he likes it or not.
Abilities: Myth has access to and is adept in the use of various magical weaponry/mystic artifacts from cultures across the globe (and beyond). He is a very capable fighter, having spent more than two centuries kicking ass (and occasionally getting his kicked).
Weaknesses: Each weapon/artifact takes a different toll on Myth...whether mental, physical, or spiritual (or any combination thereof).
Interests: Sailing, peace & quiet (you always
my mind is VERY weirdA day in the life of my mind.....my mind is VERY weird5 years ago in Horror More Like This
I know my parents have always told me AJ dont go out in the middle of the night, dont stare at that, dont do this, dont do that slowly I began to get tired of it, knowing I was charting my own path to a fully made up fate, that was entirely my own. You know they always say, rules are meant to be broken? Or they were made to be broken ultimately. Well that one night I disobey the strict rules, set and governed by the higher presence within the family, I speak about my parent of course. One calm, lifeless night, I crept downstairs with the slightest of footsteps, meeting my friend at the door step of our house. For many a minute we walked; walked longer and longer, having no set course and not giving a single damn, only lusting for the freedom from our parents we never seemed to obtain.
Walking down a main-road, traffic of all forms seemed to be of no numbers what so ever. I watched the cars upon the roads, parked on t
Disappointment and DoubtDisappointment and DoubtDisappointment and Doubt5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feelings always fill me.
I try my best to contain them.
Letting the good out and the bad in.
Thats not always the case, though.
Sometimes the bad leaks out.
It floods my mind and leaves pain.
I try to fight it, but strength flees.
Of those feelings, disappointment and doubt rule.
Doubt is always strongest of the two.
It fills me with questions that I never want answered.
It makes me fear the worst when none is needed.
It causes me to tear for the smallest chance of something.
Disappointment isnt as strong but just as big.
Its a feeling that I mean nothing when they mean everything.
It creates thoughts that seem almost like truth.
It makes me wonder if I was just lied to for solace.
When those feelings come, nothing helps.
Only the pure truth can dispel the bad.
Truth rarely comes in time, though.
All thats left is despair from the leaked pain.
Sexilicious"Sexilicious.Sexilicious5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I like 'em fiesty,
Ya bein' superstitious,
I ain't buyin'...
I wanna kiss - just -
-See you flyin'...
High on me, cryin' -
I know you tryin'.
You are so delicious.
When you go, you know I miss ya!"
HATERS"Let them Haters talk.HATERS5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But don't let them haters block-
-Stop ya way.
Sure, you can get through day to day.
You get hurt, who's gonna pay?
I can tell you hurtin', baby, but you ain't gotta cry today.
Life's jus' somthin' - work and play.
Life's so short, we make mistakes.
A final exam that you jus' gotta take.
A great barrier that ya wanna break.
Be true, be you - don't be a fake.
Conquer all the dreams that ya wanna make.
Fo God and all of Heaven's sake!
Don't be afraid to jus' contemplate...
I said do it now, it's betta than late.
You will find success is your fate.
You love ya'self, so lemme hear ya say-it.
DON'T TALK BACK, AND JUS' LET THEM HATERS HATE!
You know you're better than them..."
Simply GazingLooking at you,Simply Gazing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The spell is in effect.
I am hypnotized.
My frozen eyes,
My rosy cheeks,
My captured heart,
My silent voice
Hello my love.
White Picket LifeWhy would I want a womanWhite Picket Life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
baked like a pie -
warm apple betty
and eyes berry blue
with too much joy?
I don't want that white picket life
or tears on my pillow
begging me to be gentle
when the moon is pressing
between our thighs.
Spare me the meek smiles,
the dress softly unfolding
you over my bed
and any kind of breeze
disturbing my thoughts.
Much better to give me
your rockets and sore limbs
aching with too much rust,
those roughhewn breasts
and cheeks of brazen flush,
and invitation to disturb your flesh
in ways that make us
grab the air,
that crack in breathing
underneath my ribs,
and all your glory
in the white.
The Life of Prince LockettThe Life of Prince Lockett3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blackness was the original nest of this Thing,
Time and space stood still in all realities,
While disorder ensued within a singularity,
It spread its wings and made a being,
With untold power and de/con/structive abilities,
A tangerine satrine gemstone with a diamond in the center,
This was the focal point of its ascension,
It lay idle in complete perfection, yet still unworthy of mention,
The vessel walked his path and ascended the sky scraper,
He triumphed over foes and climbed Jacob's ladder,
He slayed the giants and saved the fairies,
He witnessed the greatest atrocities,
And experienced the nicest generosities,
But nothing could compare, to when he reached his acme,
The sun and the moon were balanced,
Revolving around an epicenter with constance,
He made his final decision and it blasted him to pieces,
But resurrection was his destiny,
To show the world what peace is,
So this Thing was reborn and immediately it walked,
It wandered with whimsy, strolled smugly, and eerily stalked,
I am Native AmericanI am Native American4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Poem: In the beginning i was here,
Long before the white man and his diseases, his religions, and his warlike ways.
I lived upon the land for countless moons in harmony with the Great Spirit,
Honoring all life around me.
In this land called Kan-tu-kee, the great meadow, the dark bloody ground,
I was known as Shawnee, Cherokee, Iroquois, Creek....
I AM NATIVE AMERICAN.
Rayne was good friends with the chief's daughter. She had no parents so the chief took her in as his won daughter. Rayne and the chief's daughter, Skye, always played
Rex Michaels -Oc sheetRex Michaels -Oc sheet2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Michaels , Richard (Rex)[surname, first name]
Kanji: レックス ・ マイケルズ
Romaji: rekkusu maikeruzu
Nicknames: Rex, Rex-kun, Mole (nick named by Ryohei ), Sparky (nick named by Ryohei.)
Birthday: June 17
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Race: Human [Gifted, Spiritually Aware]
Ethnicity: African American
Blood Type: B+
Marital Status: Single
Relatives: Anthony Michaels - Father
Linda Michaels- Mother (in U.S.A)
Unnamed little brother (in U.S.A)
Appearance: Is a muscular African American male with orange eyes and a buzz cut that has small part on the right side and a mole on the right side of his right eye. He wears the standard uniform at school, with it being unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up. He carries a black laptop bag across his shoulder. Outside of
With Grace And GloryWith Grace And Glory1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
“Huff... huff... gotta get home fast...”, Gracie, or as most people called her Grace, said as she pedaled her bike home as fast as she could. Her slender frame made it easy for her to stand up and pedal her bike, using her weight as a way to force the pedals to turn at a higher speed. Her wavy light brown hair which looked like bronze and that was usually by her shoulders was now flying wildly behind her as the speed of her movement. Her purple eyes with regards to contacts were watering as the air battered against them in her quest to arrive at her home as fast as possible. She had to get home fast because today was the day that most people dreaded. The day that her school had mailed their student's progress reports home.
She didn't mean to fail that test. She had just stayed up too late watching her favorite TV show and couldn't bear to let something as lame as Algebra get in the way of it. And because of that she was now paying the price. She was so scared that her paren