why?Why do you wear black?
Because I like to.
Just because I do!
Why do you seem so sad?
Because that's how I feel on the inside.
But why is that?
Because I can feel my insides die.
Why do you cut your arms?
It's from the past when my life was full of horrors.
Why do you hide them then?
Because I don't like to see them.
I ask why do you need to know?
Why do you care?
Just leave me alone!!!
looking in the mirrorI hate looking in the mirror,looking in the mirror5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can see everything wrong with me,
Ever flaw is there for me to see,
My mind won't shut up,
It won't let me be.
Too big in some areas,
Too small in others.
Why would anyone want me?
I don't know, the reasons I can't see.
So many scars,
I try to hide them,
I hate when people ask questions,
I hate the memories.
They ruin my skin,
I miss the smoothness,
I miss looking in the mirror
And not seeing them.
I don't see myself as attractive, beautiful or even pretty,
Is that wrong?
I hate looking in the mirror and seeing every flaw,
Please don't think I want pity,
Because I don't.
I just want to be able to look in the mirror and see beauty, see good in me.
ScarsI got a couple more scars to add to my collection.Scars5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate these marks on me.
People think that I do this to myself but that's fiction.
Really? What do they see in me?
People say I just want attention,
But that's not true.
I don't show off my scars,
I hide them.
I wonder what they would say if they believed that they are from you.
My scars blend in with stretch marks,
But I know which ones are them.
For some reason my scars won't fade,
I'm getting tired of seeing them.
I got some more scars to add to my collection,
I got three on each side of my back.
I'm not even going to tell people about these ones,
They won't believe me anyways.
They say that all I want is attention,
But that's not true.
I wonder what would happen if people believed that they are from you.
Too ShyI sit here in the corner during class looking at you,Too Shy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing that I had the courage to talk to you,
But I'm too shy,
I'll never be able to start a conversation with you.
I see you during lunch sitting and laughing with your friends,
I'm by the trees eating alone,
I think about going over to you but my feet never move.
My eyes never leave you.
Every day for the last month I lay in bed thinking of you,
Wishing that I wasn't so shy,
Wishing that I could be someone brave, someone new,
But I'm not and with that thought I just sigh.
But one day at lunch you surprise me,
You come over to talk,
You tell me that you have a crush on me.
I feel like my world is going to burst,
And say "I didn't think you knew who I was"
You laughed and say that you liked me for months
But was too shy to ask me out, you were waiting for me to come up first.
From then on we are always together,
I guess that everyone is shy,
It's not just me after all,
I just can't believe that we were both shy to talk to each othe
Perfect ActorEvery day I put on a smile,Perfect Actor5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And say that everything is fine.
When all I want to do is frown,
As I die a little inside.
I can be the perfect actor,
I can make people believe that I feel something, while I feel the opposite.
But hey it makes them feel better,
And that's all that matters, right?
I might be able to put on a show in front of people,
But when I'm alone I break down.
But they will know that,
I'll just keep smiling when all I want to do is frown.
I can be a perfect actor,
I can smile when I want to cry and frown.
But one thing that gives me away is my eyes.
They show that I'm not happy,
They show me being hold under water, as I drown.
No one realizes that I feel the opposite of what I show,
I guess that I'm just the most perfect actor.
Every day I can put on a smile,
And say that everything is fine.
When all I want to do is frown,
As I die a little more inside.
when she cut out her voiceShe is lost and the monster is coming. Her head tilts and jerks like a bird balancing lightly on the bladed grass.when she cut out her voice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a ringing phone in her hands and it confuses her so much her chest aches and she begins to rock, tracing the blue buttons as if they might speak. Press down. A voice.
This she knows. This voice is strong and limber inside her whiplash of a body.
So thirsty, she whispers. I got lost.
She tunes in and out. The cadence of a voice who knows that to keep talking, on and on, means life to the listener who is trying to blend the music of voice and whispering corn blades and that far off discord that means danger.
Later she will remember a joke the voice made and wake laughing and rocking with the joy of a child, run to the phone and dial over and over a number she cannot remember.
But when a stranger with a calm voice and gentle hands takes the phone away and guides her to a chair with a piece of paper and a crayon she begins to write. And remembers the dis
I didnt mean toI'm tired of this,I didnt mean to5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm tired of them bullying me,
I'm tired of them all,
I'm tired of trying to hide my tears so they won't see.
I just want to get away from it all,
I need to find some peace,
I need to find an end,
And sleep peacefully.
I don't want to hurt her,
I love my mother,
I would love to spear her from this,
But it's too late.
Heard a scream,
My eyesight is fading,
Please save me,
I'm sorry mother,
I didn't mean to do this,
I'm just tired of all of their crap,
My sanity is at risk.
body memorythere was white sand on the white shore,body memory4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cresting into blue, the salt a light film on the body,
you stand knee-deep and dive hard into an
oncoming wave, feel the bone-deep rush,
know what life was as a dolphin, feel the shark
rise inside you, flat-eyed, burned out,
nothing but the open sea
Daddy DearestDaddy dearest,Daddy Dearest5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm not really how you expected me to turn out am I?
Life is incredibly funny like that, or a pain in the arse depending on which way you look at it.
I remember back when you lived in the flat and I asked you how you'd commit suicide. We were bouncing ideas off each other for my story, you know, the one that changes so often. You said you'd step out in front of traffic.
I mean, I'm the bane of everyone's life at the moment, aren't I Daddy? I'm the thorn in everyone's side.
The teachers are starting to give up on me again, with good reason. Should I give up too? Is that what I should do Daddy?
My first memory's of you, Daddy. I'm in your arms. You're padding my little feet across the floor and watching me giggle my little head off. Mum's there too. I can't remember the last time you and her smiled in the same room without him there.
I remember when you and Mum parted ways. You were in the living room, remember? I was in the kitchen packing my lunch fo
Francis and Zoey part 5He just stood up and pocketed the ring. "My reasons. Besides, it needs to be cleaned before youFrancis and Zoey part 56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
wear it. What if it had the virus on it?" He asked me. I glared at him and stood up. "For your
information, I'm immune. How the hell do you think I made it this far!?" I raged at him. Lunging
towards him, I reached for the pocket that held the ring. He swatted me away easily, and just
acted as though nothing had happened. I glared at him, tears welling up in my eyes. "Give it
back now!" I snarled, standing and lunging for him again. He just side-stepped me and ignored me.
Louis and Bill just turned their backs to me as I stood in the middle of the room, tears streaming
down my face and rage in my eyes. "You will give it back to me right NOW!" I shouted. They all froze,
then continued what they were doing. I stood there, my mouth slightly open in shock. Spinning around,
I charged out the door and into the street. If I had been thinking, I would have grabbed my gun. If I had been
Friday NightA man walks out of the double doors, his chest a hole with a ring of fire around it. It is raining, pouring, but the fire still burns. Small dogs nip at his heels; he clutches the twelve-pack he just bought tighter and walks on. Tonight he will try to quench the fire, lay the ghosts to rest for a time, fall down the spiral. Tonight he will find Captain Hook and try to retrieve a measure of what was lost. Tonight he will go down the rabbit-hole, across the borderline, try one more time to break on through to the other side. Perform the ritual. Fight the dragon. No sleep until the sky is pinhole bright in his eyes and he's paid the price of the trip. Lips chapped and coughing up a lung, he'll stumble to his bed in the ocean, dreamless. One Saturday they'll find him staring sightlessly at the ceiling, and wonder who this man was who wore his soul on the outside.Friday Night2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One Step Closer To The TruthMy body trembling slightly as snow continues to fallOne Step Closer To The Truth5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hitting the floor gracefully disappearing amongst the blanket of flakes.
Ignoring the winter chills I embrace the wind fluttering my golden hair,
Taking in deep breaths, sighing heavily.
A shadow beside me slips a hand into mine squeezing slightly,
Stroking the back of my hand with their thumb,
My gaze was adverted from our hands to the flickering lights.
I turn slowly, heart pounding tightly against my chest,
"Everything will be fine" they whisper into my ear.
They place a soft kiss against my cold cheek
The heat of their lips warm my trembling body.
Nodding slightly, together we walk towards my parents house
Waiting for the event at hand to unfold before me.
Francis and Zoey part 6"Please dear god Bill, fix her." A voice danced around outside of my head. I couldn't tell if I was imagining it, or if it wasFrancis and Zoey part 66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
real. "I'm trying my damndest son now shut up and let me work." That gruff voice, harshed by years of ciggaretts, I knew
that voice. "Bill?" "Thank god she's awake." That one, that was Louis. Cracking my eyes open, I quickly blinked away the
harsh light that wanted to blind me so badly. Looking around me, I saw Bill working on the wounds that..that...witch had
given me, although I would have loved dearly to call her another name.
Louis was hovering over his shoulder, worry written all over his kind face. And in the corner, the root of my situation, Francis.
Slightly groaning, I tried to sit up. "Oh no little Missy, lay your ass back down. Let me finish up here. You gave us quite the
scare with that little stunt you pulled back there. Almost lost you." I shuttered at the thought of dying. I had made it this far,
there was no way I was going to give up and croak
Francis and Zoey part 8The chirping of birds, sunlight on my closed eyes, it seemed like a normal day for me. I could have missed one of my classes, and been calling my friend for the notes. Opening my eyes to the harsh sunlight, and looking around the cramped safe room the horror that is reality slammed down on me. It was enough to make me bite my lip and curl up in a ball on my side. So many things had happened to me since the infection had started. I had lost my family, my friends, everything. Stiffling a groan, I sat up and stretched. Bill was already awake and smoking his first cig of the day. Louis and Francis were still fast asleep, and neither Bill nor I felt the need to wake them.Francis and Zoey part 86 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Smiling at me slightly, Bill gestured for me to sit next to him. Sneaking around my snoring friends I sat down beside him. He stared out into space as though I wasn't there. "We'll be at the compound and safe zone by sun down." He told me. I nodded. We had seen the dwindle in infected and a few signs that pointed to an arm
Choices Make Us Who We Are It's not that I ever stopped believing. It's just that I stopped believing. I stopped believing that he ever cared about me in the first place. I was messed up, broken. He should have destroyed me, tried again from a new vantage point.Choices Make Us Who We Are5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You'd think that after awhile, I would have just forsaken all of it. Just chosen not to believe, but if I didn't believe, then who could I blame? I mean, sure, I blamed everyone else on the face of the planet. I blamed my dad for being stupid and not being there. I blamed my mom for being overbearing and over protective. I blamed my stepdad for his temper and my stepmom for hating me. I was in no shortage of people to blame. I blamed everyone except the man in the mirror, because it really wasn't my fault.
So, yeah, I blamed God, too.
I had alwa
I will never know, but I wouldTRANSMENI will never know, but I would5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never know how painful it is to get caught in my zipper. I would take the chance, if it meant I had a penis and I could pee standing up
I will never know how embarrassing it is to get an erection in public. I would happily hide my visible arousal, if it meant I could get an erection.
I will never know the disgust of having to go to the doctor for a prostate exam. I would go and get an exam every week, if it meant I had a prostate.
I will never know the agony of being kicked in the balls. I wouldn't curse or scream about it, if it meant I had balls that could be injured.
I will never need to use a condom for the reason "I don't want my partner to get pregnant". I'd never gripe about having to use a condom, if it meant I had the ability to get someone pregnant.
I will never know the moodiness, bloating, and cramps of having PMS. I would not complain and I would try to deal with the agony, if it meant I got a period.
I will never know the dread of going to a g
Francis and Zoey prt 1For at least the third time that day, I counted my food supply. And for the third time that day,Francis and Zoey prt 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
it showed that I couldn't stay were I was any longer. I sighed and slightly ground my teeth.
Hardly any food, almost out of ammo, and alone. Could my luck get any worse? I glared at the wall
as though to blame it for all of my problems. Sighing again, I stood and made my way to the door.
All I could hear was the sounds and moans from the infected outside of it. Loading my guys,
I took a deep breath. I knew the town, I had grown up in it after all. All I had to do was
beg the Gods that the gas station down the road hadn't been cleaned out and there was a way
to contact the rescue I needed. Checking around, I grabbed my favorite backpack and stuffed it
full of medical supplies and ammo. I looked around and found my last pair of clean jeans and
my favorite shirt. It had been a gift from my best friends before they had left. Pulling on
my hoodie, I packed the clothes and the last of my food. Sw
I'm In Love With YouI'm In Love With You5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I found you, one day in July.
I didn't know you, but I thought you were gorgeous.
You were perfect, to me you were stunning.
That day in July, I became so happy.
I had you, for my girlfriend.
Now, 7 months later, I'm still happy.
I have your kisses, your hugs and your smiles all for myself.
I won't share you, I can't.
You're mine as I am yours.
These feelings you give me are so unreal.
It's more than lust, more than a crush.
It's even better than I thought, better than I heard about.
I've got something to tell you.
I'm in love with you!
The way you smile and the way you laugh.
I fell in love with you, your personality.
Not for the way you looked, but for the way you are.
For the way you acted and I love the way you make me feel.
Now let's tell our story to the world.
Of how we met and fell in love.
Some people say I'm a kid and what I'm feeling isn't true.
'Cos people say teenagers can't fall in love.
But let me tell you, it really is true.
I've never felt this way before.
And I don't
Eternal suicide Eternal Suicide.Eternal suicide6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blue is the cool cloud above the rest.
The love that hangs even after shes gone.
Orange is the car she drives
As she waves goodbye to her past.
Clear is the color
The color of the tears that drizzle down his eyes, filled with the uttermost sadness.
Black is the ink
The ink he leaves and he scribbles rapidly in a blink.
White the color of the rope.
The rope about to decide the fate of his life.
Black is the color of th
Francis and Zoey song fic(AN: I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG OR THE CHARACTERS!!!..sadly...lol anyway, I'm taking a small break from my fanfic tale of Francis andFrancis and Zoey song fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zoey. I have a slight case of writers block on it so I decided to write this instead! There is a hidden meaning, that if you ask me for, I might just
tell you. Also, if you guess it on your own, cookies for you and you win this :icongummybearplz
"So, I hear Warren wants you to sing tonight since the band canceled." Emily said, poking Zoey. The brunette sighed and nodded. "It's not fair
though, he knows that I don't like to sing in front of the guys. What will they say? Rattler will give me hell about not telling him, and Louis will
just tell me I did a good job. They pat me on the head like a kid and keep drinking." Zoey replied, glancing around the bar where she worked.
It was full from the promise of a local band playing, but sadly, the band couldn't make it, and the crowd was getting impatient. "He's not there,
as usual. I don't know why your
At Odds.I suppose there is something of my polar opposite tucked away in me.At Odds.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Critically analyzing tearing away the very essence,
shearing away layer by layer...
To compare to this and that,
to dismiss, to outwit, to outcast...
The divine light and gift,
the glory of my own.
Within us all not to be hidden, but to be shown.