The GirlThe girl that walks by,The Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl that always smiles,
The girl that's so pretty,
Who goes on for miles and miles.
The girl that's so sweet,
The girl that's so kind,
The girl that keeps me thinking
If she could ever be mine.
The girl that's so honest,
The girl that's so smart,
The girl that's so amazing,
The girl that's stolen my heart.
Why?WhyWhy?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I love you
Why do I long to be with you in whatever way
How do I deserve a friend like you
When you found out I was in love with you you were freaked, I could tell
Yet you didn't turn away, instead saying and doing all those little things,
showing even more that you cared
This made me love you even more
You gave me whatever I needed hugs, words, an open ear to listen to my problems
holding me close, holding my heart
And I still love you. I'm still in love
SoundlessFloat quietly, whispering wavesSoundless4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
borne upon the restful air,
caressing the moon's gentle face
as if the world hath no care.
UkxReaderx2P!Uk 2UKxReaderx2P!UKUkxReaderx2P!Uk 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Perhaps he shouldn't have made the tea so strong. It was several hours after you fell asleep and Arthur wanted you to wake up so badly. After all who knows when the other one will be coming back?
Arthur was frosting the second cupcake of his batch when he heard a stir from your room. He was so excited he didn't even finish the cake he was working on.
"Love, are you awake?" He asked as he strolled into the room. You groan softly at his voice, which made him smile. "So you are~"
You were tied to a simple wooden chair. Hands tied behind your back, legs tied together, and torso confined. Arthur made sure the ropes were extra tight so you couldn't possibly get away.
"Where...?" It was easy to tell you were still affected by the drug, your eyes were cloudy and unfocused and your speech was slurred. You hardly registered the h
Gays and StraightsGays and Straights4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
HETEROSEXUALITY: I hate your liberal preachiness and how you're all the same!
HOMOSEXUALITY: I hate your right wing bible thumping attitudes to blame!
HETEROSEXUALITY: I hate your Perez Hilton cus he doesn't have a clue.
HOMOSEXUALITY: I hate all your oppression, we are people just like you.
HETEROSEXUALITY: I hate your lady gaga and your Katy perry too!
HOMOSEXUALITY: I hate to admit it but i have to agree with you!
HETEROSEXUALITY: I hate your hobo fashions that you call "haute couture"
But I hate the way your men all talk and dress all girly more
HOMOSEXUALITY: I hate the way you always ask us what our women do in bed
No seriously if you ask them again they might shoot you in the head.
HOMOSEXUALITY: I hate the way your police raid all of our bars!
HETEROSEXUALITY: I hate your emasculating women and your tiny electric cars
HOMOSEXUALITY: But if there's one thing i must amend,
HETEROSEXUALITY: I think i have no choice but to try to be his friend,
HOMOSEXUALITY: Even though that he is
Everything's Alright I would destroy the sun if it was left up to me. What is more annoying than having blinding white light attack your eyes in the morning? It's a Saturday, I'm supposed to be able to sleep in. I put a pillow over my face and try and get back to sleep.Everything's Alright7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No sooner have I laid back down then the pillow is tossed off. "G'morning sunshine." she says as she kicks down the blankets. I don't think I'll ever understand morning people. I pretend to keep sleeping hoping she'll go away. Even though I know it's pointless.
I feel the bed move a bit. She's coming to shake me awake. I brace myself. Ready for the tugging of my arms or to be jolted out of bed. I couldn't have readied myself for this. I feel her lips graze across my cheek coming to rest on my own. Just the one brief touch sends butterflies through my stomach. I open my eyes.
"Morning beautiful." I blush a deep red and turn away embarassed. "What are you all red about? Come here you."
WrongThere was no flower where bee appearsWrong4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And so my pillow soaked up the tears
Salt lasted but water of course had to seep
It annoys my wounds when I try to sleep
Fly's flown into lamp and has burnt its wing
Hot roasted wings are tasty a thing.
End's lost its end
Gravestone its sign
Words lost their meanings
What's yours is mine.
Knocker still hasn't found surface to hit
Feathers with duvet will not ever meet
Brain lost its thoughts. Now they are flat!
I think of bird. I see a bat.
Gain's always been needed
Need's got the gain
Too bad I have no a right to complain.
I'm happy not hungry
The wings did their best
So did the duvet
The warmth and the rest.
I've got what I need
My life is a gain
Too bad I have no a right to complain.
Coward: A Love Story, ProloguePrologueCoward: A Love Story, Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm not going to fight you."
The first time I realized I loved her was in the 6th grade. She wasn't just the new girl anymore. We were acquaintances, lab partners. Friends. Walking to her house from school one evening, I still remember the scared yet determined expression that came over her features. They--the mean girls, were there, circling her doorstep like hawks with talons extended.
She stood there--I stood there, as they soared in like bees, stinging and turning her pail cheeks to strawberries. I braced myself, gulping in air as if I'd forgotten how to breathe, nails digging into fleshy palms. I was going to jump in at any second, bu
You Can Not Cage Thingsyou think you know what it's likeYou Can Not Cage Things4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you all think you know what it's like
but you'll never know
you'll never know until you force yourself awake
to hear the bird screaming
at 2:06 in the morning
All Too SureThe days without you pass by like a never ending rain.All Too Sure4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will there ever be an end to this pain?
I don't know if I can take it.
This hurts so much more than a little bit.
Please try to look into my eyes,
And tell me it was nothing but lies.
I fell for you,
And I was all too sure you fell for me too.
It's All About Us Chap 1First day of school. I'm a senior this year. Finally, after 3 years, it all comes down to this. Everything has been ok. I have some friends, the less b*tchy ones I could find. And they still get on my nerves. I put on black ripped skinny jeans, a blessthefall pretty kitty shirt, black converse, chains on the skinnys, light blue fingerless gloves and a blue lil bow over my blue-black, straight hair. I put some black eye liner around my brown eyes. I go down to the kitchen and grab a pop start.It's All About Us Chap 16 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mom: I can't believe my baby is a senior now!
Mom: seem like it was just yesterday when I was cleaning your cheeks with my fingers full of my saliva *-*
Annabel: yea that was yesterday mom you did it at the mall when all those cute guys were passing by :S
Mom: oh yeah
Annabel: yea -_-
Mom: well are you sure you don't want me to drive you? Just for today
Annabel: no, mom. It's ok. I haven't driven my car in a while and I wanna get to my first seni
How To Write A StoryThere's a process to writing. They'll tell you that anyone can write, but there are rules to follow if you plan to write well. Firstly, you have to become accustomed to long periods of aloneness. This is not to be confused with the act of being alone. Aloneness runs much deeper than that. It has to do with isolating your mind from everything and everyone around you. Pulling yourself back. Shutting yourself inside your own mind. Once you understand the process you'll be able to do so even when surrounded by people.How To Write A Story5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you master aloneness you then have to overcome the many hours spent staring at empty pages. These are the moments where everything you want to write will play out in your mind, yet they'll never actually meet the page. Rather, you simply refuse to put those thoughts into words. To breathe life into these ideas. Instead you hold them hostage. Bury them back in the deepest recesses of your mind. You become keeper to a key-less chest.
This is when the most important rule co
The Fall"I met a girl I'd like to know better but I'm already with someone." "Would you like to take a walk?" "She never seems to run out of things to say." "Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing through my open ears." "When you look at me I can't speak." "When you smile the whole world stops and stares for a while." "What you are is beautiful." "I want to hold your hand." "The spaces between your fingers are right where mine fit perfectly." "You held my hand and walked me home." "Oh, what a night." "I'm wishing on a star." "I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart." "I think that possibly, maybe, I've fallen for you." "She's been running through my dreams and it's driving me crazy." "Are you running out of breath from running through my head all night?" "When I look at her she looks at me, got me thinking about it constantly, but she don't know how I feel." "Would she, could she been thinking of me all along? And if I asked her would she tell me the truth?The Fall5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of fairytales27-12-11Of fairytales4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Oh, I didn't know I lived under the spell
of all those tales that the fairies can tell;
of that princess-on-a-white-horse cliché
who will come over just to take me away.
And she'll sweep me off my feet and then
the feeling of spinning in circles will end.
But the girl of my dreams, up in her tower,
she's waiting for me to gift her with flowers.
And she's waiting for me, for our first kiss,
but I don't have a clue how to start this.
Oh, that pink fluffy girl, she stole my heart
and I notice that I'm slowly changing parts.
And even though its still foreign to me
her princess on a black horse, I want to be.
Then I'll sweep her of her feet and then
that feeling of spinning in circles will end.
In June P.O.V IIn June4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Can you hear me, love?
I'm calling from the grave,
I heard you felt a little lonely,
more so with every passing day...
Can you hear me, love?
I hope you know I'm by your side,
If I could do it ll again,
I never would have died...
Can you hear me, love?
Your tears are falling like rain,
It's killing me to see this,
I never wanted you in pain...
Can you hear me, love?
I really must be going soon,
Please, stay strong, give mom my love,
and remember me in June<3
Can you hear me, love?
I'm calling to the grave...
I feel really lonely,
More with every passing day,
Can you hear me, love?
I need you by my side...
If I could, I'd take your place-
you never should have died...
Can you hear me, love?
My tears are hidden by this rain...
It's killing me, I can barely stand it,
living with this pain...
Can you hear me,
True Love Found MePeople say 'true love is hard to find'True Love Found Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But really it's just hard to notice.
It's something you sort of bump into like:
'Oh pardon me...... Gah I love you.'
It sounds like a funny thing,
But how else could you explain us?
We met in Kindergarten,
You talked to me while I cried my eyes out.
It was truly fate I think,
We were next to eachother for such a simple reason.
Both of our last names start with W.
From then on when I saw you in the hall,
I would smile and wave.
You would always wave back and make my day.
I think I fell in love with you,
Just from that.
The night you kissed me...
Everything happened so fast,
I let you do whatever you wanted,
Make a mess of me,
And I smiled the whole time.
Then one day you left, and I thought I would die.
My heart ached like a migraine,
I counted the days til you'd be home.
But you came back, you told me:
"I will never ever leave you behind again".
A promise you always kept to me.
A promise I made in turn.
I changed for you, you changed for me,
In the Eyes of a Pit BullI am telling you my story behind the bars of a jail. The evil stares I get for listening to my owner I thought cared about me. I ended up with only tragedy accumulating in my thoughts. I don't understand the human language, but one thing I do understand is my dog instincts. I remember I was put in the arena. It smelt of past bloody battles. I remember the brutal training my owner ceased upon me yet I do not understand nor like this gory sport. I had an opponent twice my size. The jaws of the beast before my eyes were enormous as they clamped down on my wrinkly skin. The pain was excruciating. It shot not only up my leg, but through my body. I let out a blood-curling cry. Not a cry of pain, but a cry for forgiveness for whatever I did to my owner to make him put me through this torture. Behind me I could hear the cheering, the shouting. I could hear my owner's distinct shouting behind me. A flood of memories drown me. I remembered that shouting of when I went through the horrific trainiIn the Eyes of a Pit Bull6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Hiding is my GameImbalance to the systemHiding is my Game4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Torture to the soul
Unfortunately he will never feel very whole
Stuck in this hell of she, her, miss
All of his fellow guys wanting a big kiss
He just wants to be himself
But our world won't accept it
So he will just hide himself from all of the nasty critics
My Lover...My lover painted me the moon, a dark and navy sky...My Lover...5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My lover is a goddess, with blonde hair, deep blue eyes...
My lover isn't perfect, she tells me everyday...
My lover falls to silence, when I whisper "It's okay..."
My lover is an artist, who paints my moonlit night...
My lover is my angel, with sacred wings of light...
My lover is my only friend, she means so much to me...
My lover, has my heart and soul, the only girl for me...
CHARACTER CREATING TIPS Part 1CHARACTER CREATING TIPS Part 111 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
CHARACTER CREATING TIPS
Part 1: Appearance
A key factor in your character's design is the appearance, it affects how they're treated, and generally thought of.
The appearance should be well thought out, and should reflect your character, and not your personal tastes.
I hear many people say, "She/He looks like this because I saw a movie with this one character that was really cool", please, don't ever do this.
You can be inspired by a character you've seen, and take elements from that design and incorporate them into your own, but don't create a character just because you thought something was "cool".
And so now, here are is a list of things to consider when creating your character's appearance. Remember, these are not rules that you have to follow, just suggestions and tips to help you create a better original character
#1: Make your character's attractiveness level, match the character.
It's a common fact that not everyone is drop-dead gorgeous, but it's also known that beauty is in t
Do you exist?I wish I knew youDo you exist?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could see you now
Wish I could talk to you
Do you even exist?
God, I wish I knew
They assure me you're out there waiting
Someone who would love me all
All down to the darkness in my soul
But I've never seen you
Never even heard your name
Are you even real?
Longing for a tender kiss
Of hand to hand in palmer's form
Yearning for a fiery kiss
Of lips that burn sunfire warm
Where are you?
I really need you now
Who are you?
I want to love you now.
UnrequitedIt's so idiotic, this fear that you will be stolen away from me when you were never mine to begin with. This distance between us is faint but near tangible in its magnitude. No matter how you look at it, it's painful. Not for you, maybe. But for me, there's a bridge that I cannot cross. I'm forced to watch you through a mere friend's eyes, always wanting, always wishing. A slight movement, a slight sound, and you make me forget my troubles. I'm always happy just to be immersed in that joyful aura you wear so freely. But the moment you leave, my worries come crashing down. I can look at you through a thin sheet of class, which is the cruelest punishment. I'm allowed to see you, but always I am prohibited to touch. All I can do is gaze on as you are taken away by a perfect strangeror worse, someone close to me. I know I can never claim you as my own, but that will never stop the pain.Unrequited4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
And could you ever
Lifted VeilLifted VeilLifted Veil4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The mist of uncertainty evaporates
A ''confidence'' emerges
A lost friend
I have not seen you
You say "I am"
I say "I know''
I yearn to have you
My illusive companion
I am apprehensive
To find you and possibly lose you
I rest in the moment of you with me
You always were, are now, and will always be