I Had to LeaveI'm trying to apologize for the damage I've done.I Had to Leave3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm trying to apologize for the man I've become.
Because I stand with my feet in a bloody mess,
I'm undeserving of your sweet forgiveness.
You wonder if I take pleasure in this savage game,
Or if I play for any possible gain.
But I promise, all I wanted was for you to be happy.
Some of my sweetest memories are of you laughing.
You wanted to find out why I was leaving.
You wanted to find out if my promises ever had meaning.
I always said what you wanted to hear,
Just to make you want to stay near.
Whether I felt that way or not is a mystery to ponder,
That is, if you care now that "we" are no longer.
Now there is only one thing left for me to say,
And that's that I hope you find a man that'll stay.
I hope that he will actually earn your love.
Promise Made of MoonlightLet me put you to bed tonightPromise Made of Moonlight7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and enfold you in these arms of mine.
Together we can while away the moonlight
as long as I stay by your side.
Listen to me and close your eyes,
sweet dreams are my promise;
this is your lullaby.
I Feel Unloved Again TodayI feel unloved again todayI Feel Unloved Again Today4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And so I bow my head and walk
Focusing on the path before my feet
Trying to ignore the cruel autumn wind
My thoughts as gray as my insufficient hoody.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head and create
Giving myself to my art, drawing and sculpting
Hoping to find joy in what I do and share with others
But no one seems to care or acknowledge what I've done.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head to work
Striving to be productive and responsible
Trying to earn my keep and justify my existence
But I don't feel I am worth my salary, I feel inadequate.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head and seek
Any who might feel unloved as well
I call on them; I send a note of friendship
But I hear no answer, I am not worth their time.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head and weep
Wallowing in my misery and sadness
My tears will be unnoticed and in vain
There is not a soul to listen or to console my broken heart.
I feel unloved again toda
Heartbeat - Kiyoshi Teppei x ReaderHeartbeat - Kiyoshi Teppei x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It wasn’t as if you didn’t love Kiyoshi Teppei.
He was a dork and always seemed to have his mind elsewhere, but he was strong and kind and willing to do anything for the ones he cares for, which is an awfully big number of people. Not that you minded. All of that only added to his charm. If anything, you loved him. You loved him a lot, you were sure of that.
But he did have this bad habit that you noticed in the first few weeks you’d started dating.
He liked physical contact.
In fact, every time you were in his sight, he made it an official rule that he had to be touching you somewhere before you started walking together or even if it was just to say hi. In this case, it was a bit more normal if you two were walking side-by-side, because then you would just hold hands and carry on.
But honestly, did he have to hold your hand tightly and squish right up to your shoulder like a proud father every time you happened to walk somewhere together in the school hallway?
C.O.D. The tattoos, they caught on incredibly fast. I mean, it only took about half a year after the Death-caster came out. That's what the press called it, the Death-caster. Anyway, about 6 months after the first televised prediction, these tattoos starting showing up everywhere. It went from fad to craze to routine. Everybody did it. You would get some blood drawn. The machine would quiver a bit and hum. You'd get your paper and you'd go straight to the tattoo shop. Pretty much everyone has their cause of death, their C.O.D., tattooed these days. The accepted place to get it became the top of your left arm. Every time you go to check your watch, there it is in simple letters with a line underneath: Fire, Gunshot, Car Accident, Suicide.C.O.D.8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Walking down the street you can see it all. Plane Crash and Brain Tumor are holding hands, window shopping. Prison Riot pauses to let his dog urinate on the curbsi
Little Runaways (Teenager AU) (Destiel) Disheveled, hurt and angry, Dean sat alone in the recliner of the motel, his entire right arm engulfed in a flaming pain. And it wasn't like John cared. His father only sent him away, told him to book it, to the motel room and not even to heal but to do more pointless research while him and Sam finished up tonight. Stupid vampires. Breaking peoples arms.Little Runaways (Teenager AU) (Destiel)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Everytime he tried to even move his arm a little, the flames would just burn even hotter.
"Wonder how much he would care if I ran off," Dean said to no one, his reflection frowning back at him in the blank television screen. Sam did all the time and Dean got the blunt end of it. But if he ran away...
"Don't do it," said a voice that appeared seemingly out of no where. Dean turned to find Castiel standing behind him, his hands resting on the recliner.
Dean sighed, his eyes rolling back in annoyance. "Can you-?" He lifted his arm slightly, the flames roaring makin
winningLife is a game,winning8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you play to win.
if you think like me,
then raise your chin.
Ignore the others
except your love
for if you succede,
you will rise above.
Try to be careful,
high in the sky.
It's a long way down,
so your wit must be sly.
He Is Not An Edward.He is not an Edward.He Is Not An Edward.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me.
Or smell my hair and watch me sleep.
Won't follow me, like a lost puppy,
Sometimes, he'll even walk away.
He doesn't love me for my faults,
It's in spite of them.
He'll notice pretty girls, even think of
When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly,
The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes.
He would not die if I died,
He is not an Edward.
And I am not a Bella.
We are real.
Our love is real.
Is more important, and genuine
Than idealistic, impossible fantasies.
I want a Sam.
Be a ManPlease read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's.Be a Man4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I might not be hot.
I might not be skinny.
Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home.
But that's not my problem.
It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore.
I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room.
And don't you for a second think I wish I was.
I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me.
I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life.
Nothing you say or do will ever change that.
And if you're reading this and you're one of the boys that I find myself lucky enough to call a friend?
Don't hurt me.
Don't give me a reason to believe that you're all the same, that the good I see in you is fake and exists nowhere in your gender.
Don't treat me with less because I have more.
Attraction is one thing, but don't try to tear down my beauty because I don't suit what
Late Night Texts 14C: Sam told me to ask you what you were wearing.Late Night Texts 143 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
D: Did he now? That's considerate of him.
C: I do not understand why Sam told me to ask you that but now I am curious as to your attire.
D: Oh really?
C: We both know I would not have said it if it were not true.
D: You take all the fun out of this.
C: If you do not satisfy my curiosity about your clothes, I will send you back to hell.
D: Pushy, pushy.
C: Dean. I am warning you.
D: Fine, you pushy bastard.
D: I am wearing boxers.
C: I have not known you to go commando before.
D: You seriously take all the fun out of this.
C: Will you please explain to me what "this" is?
D: It's it's dirty talk, Cas.
C: We are not talking about dirt.
D: Dirty as in sexual, Cas.
C: What do your clothes have to do with this so called dirty talk?
D: Never never mind.
D: So, anyway, what are you wearing?
C: Jimmy Novak.
INSOMNIAINSOMNIAINSOMNIA6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
I can't seem to fall asleep.
And as I stare into the darkness
I catch a vision of myself.
I can see swirling black clouds hanging low overhead.
If I watch for too long, I'll feel the pain.
The pain of my own ignorance.
The staggering truth I try to hide.
I run from myself.
But, I know I can't run forever.
And still, I try...
Hoping one day I'll run fast enough to leave the storm behind.
Some day I will reach that meadow on the edge of my mind.
The one I've dreamed about for so long.
I'll sit underneath the only tree on that cliff.
I'll feel the cool ocean breeze,
As it blows gently across my soul.
I'll take in some deep breathes.
Filling my lungs with the clean air that I have longed for.
And as the sun sets into the horizon,
My eyelids will follow it down.
And with a clear mind,
My soul will be freed.
I can go to sleep.
A Pocket Full of SkyWhen I was young, my father would take me to the highest tower of Notre Dame precisely once a year. It would be cold. Freezing. But we'd stand there, and take deep breaths of air, and peer down, towards the tiny ants of people below. Down, towards the sprawling city beneath us. It was always winter, when we'd go. Always cold. Freezing, freezing. But however cold it was, and however dull and bleary the weather, my father would ask one thing, and one thing only: that we adhered to tradition.A Pocket Full of Sky5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Lucie," he would say, with the fond smile and kind eyes I always remember. "Lucie, my peach. Whatever you become, and wherever your heart and mind leads you, you must always do for me one small, beautiful thing take a handful of the sky, and place it in your pocket. Take a handful of the sky, and remember, always, that your feet need not always be imprisoned to the ground. Anything you could ever wish for, Lucie, can be yours but only if you study hard, and always feel the freedom of t
I Want to Feel PurpleI Want to Feel Purple4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel so Blue
Blue as Cinderella's ball gown
Blue as the clothes I'm wearing
Blue as my desktop background
Blue as my ipod's casing
Blue as facebook's theme colour
Blue as the tiles in my bathroom
Blue as my evanescence CD cover
Blue as a smurf cartoon
Blue as the Israeli flag
Blue as the color of Squidward's blood
Blue as an avatar dressed in a rag
Blue as the town that drowned in a flood
Blue as the sleepy twitter whale
Blue as the villain in 'Big Fat Liar'
Blue as the scrubs that doctors wear
Blue as the hottest flame of fire
I feel so Blue
What should I do?
I think I'll mix a little red
So I can feel purple instead!
Guardian Angel Yuri VersionI've always had a guardian angel. No one has ever believed this to be anything more than a simple dream, but I've seen her. The first time I saw her was when I was eight years old and a man I did not know was pulling me towards someplace I did not want to go. I was crying and trying to pull away, trying to get back to my mother. then in a blur of gold and white, my arm was freed and the creepy older man had disappeared. Even in the blur I swore I saw the large beautiful white wings of an angel.Guardian Angel Yuri Version5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As much as I regaled this tale to my parents, they never believed me and I had simply gotten in trouble for wandering too far from my mother's side. As the years began to pass, even I started to believe I had simply dreamed the entire encounter up. Then when I was thirteen, I had gone on a hiking trip with my class in the Niamori Mountains. At our noontime break, we stopped at a large clearing next to a steep cliff. We were all laughing and posing for pictures near the edge, despite our teacher'
Mass Effect - Dancing with Vega"Hey, Lola, relax." James chuckled at how stiff she stood before him. "You've gotta let the music flow through you." She replied with a frustrated groan.Mass Effect - Dancing with Vega3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"That's easy for you to say, party boy. I've been a little busy fighting the galaxy's deadliest enemies. There's not a lot of time to dance when you're zooming around space. Not much shore leave. And anyway, dancing isn't important. I can shoot the head off a Geth from 200 yards away. So what if I don't have any rhythm?" He laughed and rose from the chair where he had been watching her.
"Everyone knows what you can do with a gun, Lola. And that's all well and good. But you need to relax, belleza. You can't run around killing things all the time. Sometimes a person has to blow off some steam, or just forget about the chaos for a while. Besides, you're the one who asked me to teach you to dance, remember?" She sighed and nodded her head.
"You're right. Sorry. It's just not something I've ever had the need to do before. But the crew dese
Time Will Heal The ScarsTime Will Heal The Scars14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Time Will Heal The Scars
The wind blew through his curly black hair as he blew into his saxophone, standing on the boardwalk listening to the sounds of the beach. He had been playing in this spot for years, and the sound to him was like an old shoe. The kind of memory that he could not throw away despite how useless it was. His saxophone case was nearly empty of the coins and bills that it usually contained. Tourist season had ended, and like the birds, everyone had migrated elsewhere for the winter months.
There was a chill on the air coming off the ocean. The man put down his saxophone to rest, leaning his thin back up against the railing of the boardwalk. At 45, he had been gifted with a young face, but the years of playing outside just for money had taken their toll on his hands, and they bore the marks of someone twice his age. He sat with his fingers clasped over his knees and stared out at the ocean, its green-blue waves throwing themselves on the sand with a fury that co
OuroborosWhere do dreams beginOuroboros5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and reality end?
Fire and Water
Sky and Sea
mirror each other
the horizon an
Day and Night
locked in an eternal
Earth embraces Air
is the viel over our eyes?
First Man and First Woman
The world spins
and we do not see
past our separateness.
UnconditionalUnconditional4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“There's nothing wrong with you baby.”
“Then why do they all pick on me?!”
“They just don't know any better.”
“Well can't someone enlighten them?! I'm sick of living like this!”
“It doesn't matter what they think sweetheart.”
“I know! I don't know why I still care but...”
“I promise you, it'll get better.”
“How do you know...?”
“Look at me baby.”
“You're perfect just the way you are.”
“There's got to be something wrong with me...”
“No baby. Who you love is your business, and it's not a decision you can make. It's made for you when you're born, and there's nothing wrong with that. You're no different from anyone else. You're beautiful and perfect just the way you are, and I will always love you. I promise.”
“Do...do you really mean that...?”
“With all my heart.”
the truth of lovelove is comfort,the truth of love8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
love is fine,
love is always
sweeter than wine.
nobody is nicer
than the one you love,
not even a blessing
love is how i get through life.
it's my simple relief
from everyday strife.
MoneyShe sat there, simply staring within the darkness of the night, resting low upon that stump withMoney5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
eyes as blank as the very minds of the people that wandered here, the bitter chill of the wind blowing
through the village, enough to pierce the very soul and yet there seh did not shudder, not once did she move.
It was the land of the dead, the world where those who had fallen in crime and sin had been led to be,
here were just the souls of the the damned, they longed no longer for the life they once loved, they were
shells, nothing within
Yet the lord of this land ruled with an un-needed iron first, veering down on his people from his throne
up high, relishing in the torment of his people, feeding on them, their very lives sutained all that he was
The girl would not wonder, she would never have a mind of her own, she would simply be. Living this life
alone, she was empty, yet another morsel for a lord to relish, for sins that were not her own. She would not
know love, she would not know p