Self Harm, my storySelf harm...Self Harm, my story5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Oh is so beautiful, wonderful even. You feel the bade or the flame, or whatever and you just sigh in relief. Oh how fucking awesome is this? To become addicted to seeing your own blood. To come to need the pain to feel alright. You become like a chain smoker that needs his nicotine and without it, he's just a jumpy mess.
But that is everyone else. I'm a cutter myself and the blade is so nice.
The first cut is always the shallowest and over time, you go deeper and deeper; seeing how far you can go. Then you just dig and dig, needing to see how much blood can flow.
But you can't forget the scars, that begin to appear. Over time it becomes a collection. At first you hide the scars; long sleeves for me. Then for some reason you tell someone, then some more people until you have a small group that knows. Why you tell? I don't know...
Then you start getting help. Why? I don't know.
But the scars are still there.
And eventually you start getting better.
But the scars are s
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,It tastes like love.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
KaomojiKaomoji6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Multiple Line Kaomoji:
（ﾟ､ ｡ ７
( )_( )
Single Line Kaomoji:
( =^)☆(^o^) [Kiss]
´o` [*Why Not??]
(ﾟД ﾟ ) [Shock]
Incapable of LoveWhisper to me softly,Incapable of Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me that you need me,
Make me feel like I'm wanted.
I'm tired of feeling empty,
Somebody, give me something.
Someone, make my heart beat,
& Make me feel like I'm on fire when you kiss me,
Don't let me be able to forget you.
I want someone to unlock my heart,
I'm sick of not being able to let anyone in,
I want to fall in love again.
I'm so sick of this,
I need to feel something,
I haven't felt in love in so long.
I promise, every time I smile and say, "I love you, baby" it's a lie.
'Cause darling, I'm incapable of that kind of love.
I only say what you really wanna hear,
But it's not all a lie,
I do care, I do adore talking with you,
Two Pairs Of WingsTwo Pairs Of WingsTwo Pairs Of Wings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drowning in twilight
That usually is so
Full and noisy
Now has become empty and very very silent
Not a single move
You can see when you
Take a look around
The time stopped its flow
The space is frozen
The only two hearts beating
Are now mine and yours
We were given a moment
But we will make that moment
In darkness thickening all around
Following the need to
Get closer to each other
As if there was an
We take tiny steps
Those will bring us
To a place where dreams are born
Where everything starts
And passion never ends
I am trying to find a way to there
When I comb your hair with my fingers
With a gentle move you lift my chin
And kiss me so lightly
As if I was a snowflake
That you wouldn't like to melt with your lips
Our eyes meet and
Talk to each other's
Please don't hurt me
Let me trust you and don't disappoint me
Please don't leave me
Do not betray me and never let me down when I fall
i'm in the is, i'll be the wasdon't kill me now.i'm in the is, i'll be the was5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kill me next week,
but not right now.
no, not now.
i am like three parallel arrows:
one marked: DON'T TOUCH ME
another marked: DON'T TOUCH
and a third one marked: DON'T
don't kill me now.
kill me tomorrow,
please, not now.
no, not now.
i'm like a KEEP OF THE GRASS
sign in a park. a BEWARE DOG
sign in a yard. a KEEP OUT OF
REACH FROM CHILDREN bottle
[brandnamedrug] &stop signs
&go signs &i don't know signs
DONOT OPERATE MACHINERY
all loud and clear with maybe
!!! !!! !!!
!!! !!! !!!
!!! !!! !!!
!!! !!! !!!
don't kill me now.
kill me in an hour
or six minutes or
six seconds, but
please, not now
[because now i am AM,
am not a questionmark
or exclamationpoint or
factorial or triplearrow
or poem or street sign
or plus sign or anysign
or victimor crimescene
or murder or murderer]
&&& &&& &&&
&&& &&& &&&
&&& &&& &&&
okay you can kill me.
i'm done with the IS,
Sehnsucht - The Winter FaeKatie stormed out the front door about a minute after arriving home. Her parents were at it again. The argument had progressed to the point where neither one was making any effort to keep their voices down. It didn't matter that Katie had SATs to study for. There was no chance of that with her parents screaming their heads off about - what was it this time? Katie listened.Sehnsucht - The Winter Fae3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh, God. The hairbrush. They're fighting about the hairbrush again.
That was enough for Katie to slip back out to the porch, pull on her rollerblades and go. She didn't want to be here if the cops showed up again.
Her friends liked to make fun of her for rollerblading.
"Who still does that?"
"You should try skateboarding instead - at least then you might attract some cute skater guys".
Katie tried to ignore them. They didn't understand her need to escape, not just her house but her life. To Katie, rollerblading was freedom. It
MetadeMetade10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Ela viu-se ao espelho e não se reconheceu. Estava diferente, era outra pessoa. A mesma mas sem nada que a identifica-se com o seu passado. Quem é ela?
"Quem sou eu?"
Todos os dias fazia a mesma pergunta ao espelho, mas o espelho não responde.
Culpa, vergonha, medo. Era o que ela via. Mas ela não era a culpa, nem a vergonha, nem o medo.
"O que sou eu? Quem sou eu?"
O espelho nada respondia. Ela fixou-o...por horas, dias. E ele nada disse. Ela fraquejou e o cansaço venceu-a. Foi acordada por um sussurrar intenso. A figura no espelho empalideceu. Estava diferente. Ela antes não sabia quem era mas agora nem se reconhecia. Falava com um rapaz que não conhecia. Falavam como ela não estivesse ali. Param de falar.
Olham para ela.
O rapaz sorri. Ela salta do espelho. Agarra-se ao pescoço dela, aperta-o e diz-lhe ao ouvido
"Eu sei quem tu és"
Ela não consegue respirar. Quanto mais luta, mais tudo se torna negro. As forç
SPN - Chuck Shurley NarrationSPN - Chuck Shurley Narration4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"On April 21st, 1967, the hundred millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville. A blue two door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches, Lieutenant Governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her, but they should've, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car...no, the most important object in pretty much the whole universe.
She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends he'd drive around giving bibles to the poor, "getting folks right for judgement day" is what he said. Sam and Dean don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile. After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used car lot in Lawrence, where a young Marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a friend. I guess that's where this story begins...and here's where it ends.
The Impala, of course, has
I am eight years old.I am eight years old.I am eight years old.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My lips are perfectly pink. They don't need to look glossy or tinted redder. My cheeks don't need this, either. My eyes stand out well enough on their own without being lined with black paint. The mascara weighs on my lashes and makes me tired and itchy. This shit on my eyelids shouldn't be there, either.
That was a bad word. I am afraid to say bad words, but I've got a few in my head. My friend told me that the word "bitch" means "female dog," but I think she's wrong. I don't think I've ever heard it used in this context. Actually, I think it's a word for people like you. I say this to you with my eyes. You threaten me because you hear me loud and clear.
Every other weekend, I have to sit here and endure as you put this shit on my face. But that's not why you're a bitch. That's why you're an idiot. What makes you a bitch is the fact that you expect me to be silent and still every time your hand slips and the curling iron burns the top of my ear, or you
In Love with your Best FriendIn Love with your Best Friend10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being in love with your best friend isn't a bad thing,
but it's not good either.
It's the love you become most familar with,
it's also the love that hurts the most.
Gay, bi, straight, it all doesn't matter,
but there should be a fourth sexuality
'cuz your best friend is a different gender entirely.
Gotta be with them all the time.
Gotta hang out with them day and night.
You look at them with love in your eyes,
and you get a friend in return.
You go out of your way to impress them,
and you get a friend in return.
This may all sound like an ordinary crush,
but it's not.
It's your best friend,
so keep this in mind while asking them out
to keep a teddy bear in handy
when you get your
"Lets just keep bein' friends"
of hits and misseswhere did you go?of hits and misses5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you're not mine these days,
but i still feel you
in the wind and can't stop from
crying my heart out violently
enough that it
in streamers of
i feel like thunder,
a noise machine -
just sound, and nothing you
can touch. the misery
hangs like a heavy mist;
instead of killing myself,
i clean my room
until the books sit in rows
as straight as the veins
in my hands.
you make me feel like the earth,
mudded and browned from the
ram-rod sun, ever-beaten
into black and blue submission.
i am your pariah. i am to be
shunted to the wayside
every day for three weeks,
broken on the fourth.
the words, they don't
come like they used to,
no ebb and flow in the mighty
(blood) vessel rivers,
all hung back by the stars in
the scarred dams.
i wonder idly with my back
turned up, exposed spine an offering
to fate in hopes of its
severing intentions, if -
if i gave you my bones,
if i sang so sweetly,
would you love me again?
Orhan VELIOrhan VELI7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ağlasam sesimi duyar mısınız,
Bilmezdim şarkıların bu kadar güzel,
Kelimelerinse kifayetsiz olduğunu
Bu derde düşmeden önce.
Bir yer var, biliyorum;
Her şeyi söylemek mümkün;
Epeyce yaklaşmışım, duyuyorum;
i'm contradictory at best.i wonder what it's like to look into your face and not want to spill every secret i've ever had. i want to be startlingly indifferent. i want to say i don't care and mean it. i want to be reckless in more than that jaywalking every morning on my way to work sort of way. i want to say something that will completely change the course of everything forever. i want to be the sort of thing people need to invent a new word for, because "cataclysmic" won't cover what a disaster i am.i'm contradictory at best.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i want to be someone new.
i worry about why the air always tastes several degrees colder than your skin. i know there's a correlation that i haven't figured out yet, but my mind doesn't work fast enough to make the connections anymore. i worry that all the synapses are breaking apart and my brain is shutting down. i worry that i'm dying in slow motion from the inside out so no one can even tell. not that anyone would care, but i worry about the most absurd of things. and then i worry that i don't worry enough abo
The Weeaboo's Guide to WarThe Weeaboos Guide to WarThe Weeaboo's Guide to War7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Wapanese. Weeaboos. Japanophiles. They go by many names all indicating the same type of person. Said person is obsessed with Japan, clinging to anime, Japanese culture, and sushi to provide them with entertainment. Many of these people, though theyd disagree, are woefully unprepared for life in a war zone. Hopefully this guide will serve these people well and turn them back towards the righteous path I like to call Reality.
First of all, how do you know if youre a Weeaboo?
- Watch anime exclusively, rejecting other cartoons made in North America or Europe?
- Insert random Japanese words into your English sentences? (Neko, Desu, Kawaii, etc.)
- Own a sword for purposes other than decoration or sport? (IE fencing)
- Fawn over Pocky?
- Want to marry a Japanese person for no apparent reason other than that theyre Japanese?
- Make that stupid peace sign in pictures?
If you answered yes to two or mor
To My BrotherMy mother tended her first yield tender,To My Brother5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with slender fingers interlocked in a cradle
placed over her ripe stomach,
the calluses raised from farm labor
serving as little pillows for her son.
The first time she felt the quake underneath her flesh
the little feet,
the kicking feet that would someday hold up a man
she whispered his name,
The son rising in the east to reflect her soul.
But dawn broke too early,
stretching its scarlet, wet arms over her underwear,
spitting defiance in a rush of water soaking her feet.
On the way to the hospital,
she clutched her splitting stomach,
screaming and pleading to the impatient babe,
Too soon, too soon!
But he was too much Icarus;
too eager to reach the light.
Finally, when the doctors extracted what was inside her,
she heard no sound of a baby boy crying,
only a beeping monitor tracking the beat of an incessant heart,
Let me see him.
With cold hands,
the doctors presented
Zutara's Happy Ending - Part 1ATLA Zutara's Happy EndingZutara's Happy Ending - Part 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
ATLA: Book 3 - Episode 301-302:
Standing on the deck of the ship, Zuko stared out across the sea.
"Aren't you cold?" Mai was walking towards him.
"I've got a lot on my mind. It's been so long. Over three years since I was home. I wonder what's changed. I wonder how I've changed," Zuko mused.
Mai sighed out of sheer boredom. "I just asked if you were cold. I didn't ask for your whole life story." She wrapped her arms around him, "Stop worrying," and kissed him.
That was the first time it happened. A pair of magnificent blue eyes flashed through his mind, but he was disappointed when he looked and found that she wasn't there. Once Mai left, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I wonder how I've changed, indeed "
It happened again when he was feeding the turtle ducks, awaiting an audience with hi
PalestinePalestine9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Homes being torn down
to make room for better people
It starts with a family still inside
As the tank moves
a small boy starts to cry
The fear chokes him
He goes blind
The older boy who escaped
tries to defend his home
throwing rocks at the tank
He is seized by men with AKs
The fear chokes him
wetness drips down his pants
A man teaches his son to pray
in the house of God
until tanks surround them
and soldiers destroy the peace
Three laugh as they fire their weapons
at the son
The father stands over his limp body
in a last act of defiance
More bullets fly, hitting mosaics on the wall
spelling "God, the most merciful" in flowing Arabic script
One shot missed, he's paralyzed
more laughing as another hits its target
in between his eyes
He falls over his son
This is Palestine
This is Hell
Wolf Legend - Part V5. Battle PlanWolf Legend - Part V7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Andrew woke up the next morning, feeling new circles underneath his eyes. He had been up all night thinking about what he saw, and the same thoughts once again flooded his mind as he lifted his head off his pillow. Rabeka is in trouble, he thought. I'm the only one who can do something about it. I'm the only one who can truly help her.
The more he thought about it, the more didn't want to get involved, but he couldn't get the voice of the man behind the doorthe twisted grindy tone of his voiceand the things he said to her out of his mind.
Money by Friday. What did he mean? What happens to her Friday if she doesn't have the money? That was two days away. Andrew felt he had some sort of responsibility for her life. I can't let this slide. Of course, this meant, if he were to intervene, she might see him for what he really was. Or if I am careful, she won't.
Andrew focused more on his exercises this morning. He wasn't sure
Secret LoveSecret Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, Zuko," Mai said, playing with her hair 'subtly'. "Do you want to go on a walk with me?"
"Em sure," Zuko responded, smiling slightly at her.
What?? I thought. No! Nonono, this girl is soo NOT gonna try and take Zuko away from me, just when I'm so close! I attempt to stop them.
"Hey, it wouldn't really be a sleepover if you guys left," I said weakly.
"Whose idea was it for us to have a slumber party again?" Toph asked lazily.
"Meeee!" Aang said happily. Sokka groaned. "Where's my food?! It's not a party if there's no food!"
"Hey, it's been a while guys, let's catch up!" Aang said.
"Twinkletoes, you sound like a freaking GIRL," Toph said. Aang pouted at that.
"Aaaaaaang," Sokka whined. "Guys don't pout!"
"Guys don't whine either," Mai said.
Sokka pondered at this. "Hmmm, emo girl's got a point."
"A-anyways," I said, trying to get back on topic, "It's rude to walk out on a slumber party, right? I mean, Aang is kind of hosting it."
"Hey! I thought we all are!"
A Sonnet in Lolspeak ~A Sonnet in Lolspeak~A Sonnet in Lolspeak6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dey sez we kittehs iz not gud wif speach,
Dat we spellz bad, dun yuse teh grammerz well,
An even sumtiems dey get madz and yell
Dat we shud tawk liek normulz, tryna preech
Dere "propur" ingleesh in dere kommentz on
Teh YooToobs and such playses on teh net
Cuz dey (tho we did nothinz) wanna get
Us off teh webz. Dey's mean an want us gawn.
But kittehs dun so eesly get deterrd,
O noes, an so dey griypes and griypes and griypes
But stilz we stays and stilz we can has tipez,
An tipez in lolspeek, yoosinz ar weerd wurds.
So tho dey will complayns, try as dey mey
We iz not leevinz, we iz heer to stay.
The Diary of I.M.HormonalThe Diary of I.M.Hormonal11 years ago in Humor More Like This
The diary of I M Hormonal
So yeah like i kinda fell out of bed this morning (it's a REALLY thin bed) kinda yeah. And like, i wasn't in a good mood (i did fall out of bed) y'see. It kinda all began like.... y'know (getting to the point quickly here), last night where i like... well my girlfriend (well we weren't really going out per say...) is such a whore (not that i'd know of course)...i mean she's my ex now y'know (see previous).
But she sleeps around like (and i found out last night. Tore my heart in two (well not really but it felt like that once the hormones kicked in... except not as painful)) and like, threw it onto the ground (she didn't really do this either but it makes me feel inntelygant) and (i felt really sad) i cried myself to sleep (but i did wake up in the middle of a night for a poopie). She says the rabbit made her feel happier than me (rabbits are sexy i'l give you that), like, i