Place To PlaceShe grew up with a man,Place To Place6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A man of great hope,
One who gave her everything but a coat,
One who was the same age till her death,
One who she can call a friend,
But alas he shifted time and space,
Having to go to place and place,
He was a very good man to her,
Just left in such a stir,
Having to shift in time and space,
Having to go to place to place,
He didn't mean to leave so sudden,
But didn't have a choice at all,
Always making his little wife fall,
But alas he shifted time and space,
So he could meet her in every place,
i'm not realwe invented screamers out of passed out lovers and complex therapists who claimi'm not real5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
schizophrenia is simply due to loneliness, and not even fossil fuels can fuel the hatred
i have buried deep within my hollowed out bones and the corners and streets
of my soul
i wish i could build my relationships out of bricks and paste together problems
and urge myself to have some worth in war stricken convulsions of a world so
lost in something so ugly that being jesus is an art and being god is a talent
and i may be an artist yet i am so lost i couldn't even
count down to ten and across the milky way and breathe in and out and i wish
you would thank me for existing or for trying to live or for being me
instead i am broken holy nothings and blood without a pump
and lungs without oxygen and a soul without a purpose
instead i lost my meaning on thirty fifth street and ditched
my independence behind the back door where i was beaten
and slain and ate moths for three square meals a day
parents produce manipu
hope i'll be gone by thenmy eyes wateredhope i'll be gone by then6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i kept back tears
you wont have to worry about me in a few years
there's got to be more than [i]there's got to be more than6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm clawing at whatever exposed skin you have and
begging you 'please don't leave me alone here. please
don't leave me alone with them,' but you're shaking
me off like i'm a rag doll and i'm sobbing, sobbing on
the scratched wood floor and writhing as i feel their
hot breath on my neck. fingers work their way down
my windpipe and i'm looking for you in the darkness,
you promised me you'd never leave but here i am--;
we're laughing at something and i can't remember
what, i'm taking a hit off the pipe and feeling apathy
play my ribs, and your hands weren't warm and
soothing they were hot and made me flush and i
laughed along, but i started to think maybe we're
laughing at me and i remember flipping a table but
my muscles were begging to be strained and all i
wanted was this anxiety to leave so instead i put a
hole through your wall and jumped off o
Life LessonsLove can be a cereal bowl, one filled with Rice Crispies or Cheerios. You find it waiting there when you wake up, and are too drowsy to get it yourself.Life Lessons6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Life can be a keyboard, when you spend almost all your time reapeating the same messages to the same people in your friends list.
A Stranger can be a tree, the same one that you pass every day, it will never move nor speak, but you can feel it watching you.
A Kiss can be an emotion, one that's strong enough to be presented physically.
A Book can be a bible, you read it cover to cover, and still don't understand it in the slightest.
A Boyfriend/Girlfriend can be a blessing, because they are someone who will never let you go.
The recipe that is you.I used to wake in the morning, do the whole life routine, you know, school, work, chores, family life and through all the laughs I had with family and friends, all the celebrations I spend with them, like Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years and Birthdays, I don't know I just, well didn't feel complete, don't get me wrong I was fucking happy with my life I mean could been worse, could have ended up slinging drugs on the street or doing time in prison but I just felt something was missing, anyways a friend offers tickets to go to this talent show every Fridays at the Hard Rock Café, I was never much for rock let alone getting caught dead in a Café but anyways seeing as he had no one else to go with I was guilt tripped into going, So I'm sitting there drinking my coffee just waiting for the night to be over when the host introduces this girl Rebecca Chambers, anyways she was doing a guitar performance and she looked nervous as hell but she was the cutest dame I ever laid eyes on,The recipe that is you.6 years ago in General More Like This
Requiem for a Forgotten ChildRequiem for a Forgotten Child4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Father and Mother never expected to be barren after their firstborn. They were dynastic by blood. Half a dozen little geniuses at the least, they envisioned, would follow in their footsteps. "Make masterful music together," so went our motto, "and make proud the Nijikawas the clan of the Prism River".
Instead, they got me: a girl, a runt premature, and so stubborn even before birth that they had to cut Mother open to bring me into the world. The operation was botched. The surgeon tore open her bladder in the process there was no safe way she could conceive again. She and Father were saddled with me as their sole hope for immortality.
Father was a composer, and a virtuoso jazz pianist. Mother was a soprano and aria diva, beautiful as the notes she wove with her silver lips. From my first year onward they bathed me in Bach, tickled me with Tchaikovsky, and lulled me to sleep with their own lullabies. They poured their hearts into me; I never felt so loved.
But they wanted b
False RebirthFalse Rebirth4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yuyuko: I want food!!!! -takes banana and mochi-
Yuyuko: -eats mochi and shoves banana up #######'s ####-
Troll: Just stop it. Your RP'ing is horrible. You're an 18 year old guy and you're role-playing yuyuko in such a childish and obscene manner.
Reil: Can you stop bullying him? He feels very sad each time you do this to him.
Troll: I'm not trolling; I'm just pointing out the truth.
Yuyuko: STOP TROLLING OAO
Yuyuko: If this is the way I'm treated then I'm going to lea
Disrupted from his RP cybering and palpitating with rage, "Yuyuko" suddenly clutched his chest, a dull pain spreading from its centre. An empty gasp escaped him. Fumbling, his other hand slipped off the keyboard and his sweaty naked body tumbled awkwardly onto the floor, where he lay still.
After an indeterminate amount of time
Yuyuko opened his eyes. He was no longer in his dank and dirty room. He was lying in a bright place,
TG - Hit A GirlHit A GirlTG - Hit A Girl5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Darren kicked at the desk with his feet and balled his hands. Shannon gave a smug look and laughed to her friends when the teacher turned away. He fumed through his nose and glared.
It had been group day in class and nothing had gone right for Darren. He liked making jokes in his usual circle of friends. But, from the moment he stepped into the room, Shannon Gray was on him and he had no idea why.
The teacher had been at the door. When Darren walked through, Shannon gave it a push from behind. Because the teacher saw Darren right next to the door and "good, reliable Shannon" had confirmed he did it, despite all his protests, he was moved from his usual group.
But Shannon was relentless. She kept making up stuff which she claimed Darren was doing and the teacher just ate it all up until Darren had been exiled from groups to the time-out at the back of the room to do demerit writing.
As he sat there and imagined wringing the neck of a little voodoo doll in his hands, a
Welcome to Internet UniversityAs sunlight begins creeping over the dorms of Internet University, massive waves of students begin their daily routines, with IMing and long cafeteria load times abound. We join a scene in the bedroom of notable info-maniac personality Twitter as his roommate Facebook attempts to get him out of bedWelcome to Internet University6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Facebook: "Twitter! Come on get up!"
Twitter: "I'm getting up! Stop poking me!"
Facebook: "Well hurry up! I could write four notes by the time you get ready"
Twitter: "Okay, I'm up. Now I'm putting on my sock"
Facebook: "I don't need the play by play, Tweet"
Twitter: "Dang, I can't find a good shirt. I'm now searching my closet. Im still looking"
Facebook: "Seriously, man. So unnecessary"
Twitter: "Kinda like that layout change I caught you formatting last week."
Facebook: "Shut it! Myspace is comin' in"
Myspace: "H3y GuYs! I 4m t3h c00lz!"
Twitter: "I am confused. I am hoping FB understands what Myspace said"
Facebook: "Myspace, bro, I asked you not to do that"
i will love you foreverI Will Love You Foreveri will love you forever11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I love you so deeply,
I love you so much,
I love the sound of your voice
And the way that we touch.
I love your warm smile
and your kind, thoughtful way,
the joy that you bring
to my life every day.
I love you today
as I have from the start,
and I'll love you forever
with all of my heart
When I'm with you,
eternity is a step away;
my love continues to grow,
with each passing day.
This treasure of love,
I cherish within my soul,
how much I love you,
you'll never really know.
You bring a joy to my heart,
I've never felt before,
with each touch of your heart,
I love you more and more.
Whenever we say goodbye,
whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly,
deep inside my heart.
So these seven words,
I pray you hold true,
"Forever and Always,
I will Love You."
Read Me RealRead Me RealRead Me Real4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the person to breathe you real
Reawaken perfect in any age
I house every moment you hold dear
Receptacle of your every hope and fear
Witness to your anger when you engage
Returned again to breathe you real
Memories still fresh of how we feel
Locked together on third eye's stage
All the moments that I hold dear
I can hear your voice when I hold you near
Give you my mind, free of your cage
A playground for me to breathe you real
Come with me again on time line's wheel
Do not be afraid to turn the page
Our story has all the moments I hold dear
It's our voices on the wind we hear
All it takes for me to be assuaged
Stories on the wind when I breathe you real
Stories in my mind, moments I hold dear
Slutit implodes on the walls of your skullSlut3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and slides, sickly
off your tongue
like the body of a slug.
when it hits the floor
it is not quiet,
but sharp as a slap
and totters out of
they are disgusting
and you are ill.
there is no more room
washed away by the slime
coming out of your pores.
the fault is yours