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 mirror4 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.
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
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.
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.
I didnt mean toI'm tired of this,I didnt mean to4 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.
Turn To StoneShut down,Turn To Stone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No emotion is allowed in,
No emotion to show to the people around you.
Stay still, be still, shut up,
Don't you get involved in anything,
Especially with these individuals.
Please listen to me,
Don't listen to these people,
Focus on other issues,
Please just turn to stone,
Why won't you listen to me!?!?
Please listen to me,
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 voice2 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
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
Not all girlsNot all girls wear Nail PolishNot all girls5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every girl does not love diamonds
We all have our likes, and desires
You rarely see me with a lot of make up
Fake eyelashes, and curls aren't my thing
I don't have to be like the others
Scarves and high heels,
do not look so good on me
Sneakers will do just fine.
I wouldn't spend a dime
to buy the newest pair of boots
I don't follow the "newest" trends
We don't always look the same
It's not a requirement
Not everyone loves being tan
Bikini's and mini skirts,
look so cute on some
I will continue with the jeans I'm in
body memorythere was white sand on the white shore,body memory3 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
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
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
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
Fancis and Zoey part 9We followed the two towards the compound that had been set up for the survivors. John and Chod kept up a steady pace, talking quietly to each other as we walked. Every now and then they would glance back at me and Francis and keep talking to each other. I looked over to where Bill was and raised an eyebrow at him. He just shook his head and gave me a look that said to keep my mouth shut. Nibbling on my bottom lip, I just moved closer to Francis. He shot me a sideways look and wrapped a protective arm around me. I stiffened at first, but slowly I felt myself relaxing in to his embrace. Francis? I whispered. Yeah Kitten? He replied softly. I slowed my pace, looking over to Louis and Bill.Fancis and Zoey part 96 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why are you guys trying to keep me away from them? I asked them. The glanced away, shuffling their feet and shrugging. Kitten, it looks like I have to be the one to tell you. Not many females have survived the Infection. Its mostly men who made it. F
Francis and Zoey alternate endI stood up, grinning at them. Honestly though Zoey, we need to find a way out of here. Bill said, slightly pink in the face. I glanced around and made my way over to a table. It held guns, ammo, and a few other things. Louis, check around and see if there are any bags around here. We will need them to carry food in. Francis, get your lazy ass off the ground and stop smirking at me or I swear that will be the last time you ever kiss me. You go look for food. Bill just stared at me. What? I asked innocently.Francis and Zoey alternate end6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Who put your little butt in charge? He growled with a small smile. I shrank back with a lopsided smile and shrugged. Well, you were distracted. So I just kinda took over? I asked. He just laughed and started searching around. I made my way over to the few trucks that were parked in the shed. As I began to siphon the gas from them, the men were hunting around for other items we would need. Sauntering over to the ta
At Odds.I suppose there is something of my polar opposite tucked away in me.At Odds.1 year 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.