Directions to a HeartbreakThis is the way you should break my heart.Directions to a Heartbreak7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Firstly, you have to call me over the phone, since we're both too cowardly to see eachother's faces. Call on a weekend, perferably a Friday night so I can cope over the weekend and stay home that night to curl under the covers.
Tell me, "We had great times but-" then pause, and let me say "But what? Are you breaking up with me?" Say this, "No no no, I'm not...well...yes and no. I really like you but-" pause again because you don't know why you're doing this. "But what?" I will persist. "Is there someone else? Is it something I did? What?" Sense that I am growing angry, and imagine my face contorting to hold back tears. Decide I am ugly. Hate me for it. Do not say "It's not you, it's me." because that's cliche and you're original. Do not say it's someone else, because that will send me into a jealous rage, and you wouldn't want that. Do not tell me we're just too different, because I love you and despite my stubbornness, I would change for you.
vampire's kissvampire's kiss9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you wanted it that night you wanted your blood to run out of controle i bit you harder and you loved the feeling of being lost, and you loved your blood running hotter than hot to a boiling tempeture
you wanted it and i gave you what you wanted
did it feel good to you
do you want to remember how my teeth sanking in to your skin
just enough to get your heart beating so fast that i could hear it
how i wanted to pierce your frail skin and sink in to a pardise all of my own with just a drop of your blood
your every breath was so intence your heart was about to give away to me then i controlled my hunger by pulling back just enough to make you want more of the vimpires taste for blood
the tast like wine a sensual taste, blood like wine stired in cup so slowly moves down with every drop a place of jewls
your blood would be devine
beyond the heart beat of a mortal
wiccan blood the most delightful of them all
with power in every cell and light in every drop yet your blood does not run pure as
04July06 - 3:30AM"Roll 'em up."04July06 - 3:30AM8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You know exactly what I mean. Now roll them up or I'll do it myself."
((She can see the tears welling in her mom's worried eyes...this happens everytime.))
She looks around the room; hoping for a distraction((the one that never comes)). Her mom stares knowingly at the long sleeve ((but it's Summer?)) she has fixed between her thumb and forfinger. ((Pinching so tightly, wishing that her mom would just give up.))
Tension. She's still waiting for her mom to leave the room. No matter how much her mom begs her, she'll never be able to reveal all those horrible reminders that shine across her once perfect skin.
Every line and ridge under her American Eagle flannel ((the one her mom bought for her)) screaming the same horror story.
It plays over
like the music she plays to drown out her sobs (("How did I become this?"))
the tears falling ((almost in rhythm to the music))
mixing with the crims
Soaring the SkiesClouds, take me into your armsSoaring the Skies7 years ago in Open More Like This
let cold, take grip of my veins -
giving me life that comes after death,
Rebirth will make of me a crow.
Not mynah nor peacock nor parrot
nor gentle lovely snow white dove -
For my thoughts shall always be as dark,
as the dark coarse feathers of the crow.
I shall live on the highest mountain
on its highest coldest peak;
Solitude there is what I shall find,
and that is the food I seek.
And someday, I shall fall down to earth
come, fellow friends, rip me apart-
For though mother Nature claims my flesh
up in the cloudy skies soars my heart.
The Perfect BodyI shed my vulgar fleshThe Perfect Body7 years ago in Open More Like This
for a pure, mechanized mesh
of self-replicating nanobots.
I leave my horrid form,
as a feast for each small worm
in a cold, damp, and freshly-dug grave.
This is my exodus
from wrath, sorrow, amorous
yearnings, terror, boredom, and envy.
There shall be no more flood
of vile hormones in my blood
because this metallic shell has none.
My consciousness resides
in each "cell" so nothing hides
from my notice or from my control.
Dirty Little DiseaseDo you feel me in your cells?Dirty Little Disease7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That pressure in your vein?
Do you feel the nagging itch
That edges right through pain?
You thought I was curable.
You'd forget me with a pill.
But looks like I'm not leaving,
And I think I never will.
Charming like bacteria,
That has suffered your onslaught.
I'm now invulnerable
To everything you've got.
Inject your poison in me
Try any method you please
I'll keep gnawing your insides:
Your dirty, heartsick disease.
Remember that you caused this,
when you lay yourself to sleep.
Remember you destroyed me,
Wasn't good enough to keep.
Understand, my memory
Is a clingy, viral thing
That lingers here, infecting
Giving guilt it's piercing sting
So while I'm gone far from you
This raw guilt will have it's start.
Tearing at your shaken mind
and next stop is your heart.
Mute me.Mute me.Mute me.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whatever I say - or not -
shall find indifference
in my cremated gut.
Deposed from your ranking
I hence made up my own -
Deserted from all devotion
how could you,
your very soul to disown.
Love rests on a whisper
murmured over your head;
and slips silently, silently,
on to the land of the dead.
I'm the Perfect PersonI'm the Perfect Person4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Im the perfect person
Though you may not agree
I lie, I cheat, I steal
I love, I hope, I dream
Im the perfect person
Though you may not agree
Every human makes mistakes
Every human is just like me
Im the perfect person
Though you may not agree
Its my imperfections that make me perfect
In each and every way
Im the perfect person
Though you may not agree
If I were meant to be perfect
Then I wouldnt be me
Im the perfect person
Wouldnt you agree?
My Mom Has DIDMy Mom has DID- a guide for pre-teens and olderMy Mom Has DID7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Having a Mom with DID can be tough. You may often times wish you had a "normal" Mom. You may find yourself getting angry or embarrassed at your Mom for being the way that she is. That's okay. It is difficult to understand and sometimes it's hard to believe that it's real. I would like to help you to understand and how to cope with DID.
As a Mom (who has DID) to 3 children I know how frustrating it can be for them. They often feel very alone in their feelings and confusion. You are not alone in this. There are lots of kids just like you who have a Mom with DID who also have the same questions and concerns that you have. By understanding what DID is you will be able to build a good relationship with your Mom and be able to offer your support to her. I will go slow and explain it in terms you will understand. (Although DID can affect both women and men I will be focusing on women, as they are the most commonly affected
CHAPTER 1 WHAT IS DID
Its PouringIts Pouring4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He stood there, alone on a busy street, as he watched the last of the glimmer fade from the red in his lover's hair. He watched him walk away for the very last time. The streets were crowded, the sun burning his eyes, and he felt lost in the dark.
Vel knew this would be the last time, he was always forcing excuses to surface for why he shouldn't be with that younger man. Excuses. That's all they ever were. Lies, he told himself. He felt his heart sink lower into the emptiness, and heard an angry growl from overhead. The skies darkened suddenly with a gust of wind.
"Thanks.," he said with a sigh as he looked up.
Vel returned his eyes to where he last saw A---he stopped himself. He couldn't finish his name. It hurt. He closed his eyes as he felt the rain slowly begin. One drop, then two, then thirty. Soon he was soaked through his suit. His long raven hair pulled with the weight of the water into his face.
The lights in the street lamps flicked in the
What is LoveLove is painWhat is Love5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Love is pleasure
Love is blind,
yet sees everything
We shun it and embrace it
It keeps us safe
It seperates us
It gives us meaning
So what is love?
What is something that is painful,
and yet we all crave it......
Is it an emotion or a way of life?
Love is just not a feeling......
But one simple thing,
It is what keeps us alive
That one bond
And keeps us on a path
Thoes 3 simple words "I love you" so overly used.....
Love between 2 people can not be summed
But as a sample:
2 people giving anything for the other,
From the heart not the earth
They both feel a spark or happy feeling with each other like its right
Both feel free with the other
And invisible bond ties them together......
It is everything, in anything
It flies free, yet is bound to the ground
We share it and take it
The most painful yet biggest craving for all.......
2. Love2. Love7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know painters paint it, composers play it, actors can act it...but what can writer's do?
Well, we can tell it in a story, we can convey it in a play, we can sing it in lyrics, and we can illustrate it in poems.
But, for the moment I am not a painter, a composer, an actor, or a writer...but I can explain it the only way I know how...
Frustratingly magnificent while also terribly unique.
Confusing and intriguing, and can also leave you weak.
Menacingly wonderful if not also specially designed,
All emotions put together, but right now they are all mine.
Rivaling with a person whom I've never seen before,
knowing that no matter what; I will always love him more.
Daunting and perilous, but sweet and caring too,
A feeling of elation when it means so much to you.
A rhythm in rhyme.
A feeling that can and will always transcend time.
The moment of that passing glance;
The crazy feeling of being lost in a trance....
The daydream of the soul's song,
The triumph and the e
The differenceNo chance to catchThe difference5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that hand and kiss some
sense into you.
timeTimetime8 years ago in Open More Like This
Tick tock goes the clock
As life begins its trip
Tick tock, time goes on
And older each one gets
Time is non-existent,
Time is everywhere
Time begins a journey
With as little as a care
For in the grander scheme of things
The ones that matter don't
And when looked at from far away
The lives that should live won't
For still the time keeps marching on
In never-ending step
It cares but none for what it kills
Or what deceit it's wrept
The time continues day and night
It goes throughout the morn
The time remains unceasing still
As now blows loud the horn
Will it chance that none remains the same
Can it be that no one cares
Is it truth that all will die some day
Their soul and mind elsewheres
Questions, oft they come to me
While answers oft are none
This process leaves me great quandary
Confusion by the ton
And all the while, the time ticks on
Without a skip of beat
For all this time and not a one
Has sped life's steady feet
Tick tock, goes the clock
As time continues on
Blood of loveIm so cold,Blood of love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I stand befor the fire,
Ready to call myself a liar.
So many things,
So many things we should have said,
Befor I released the stilling lead.
I almost set things right.
As knees hit stone,
Ending what could have been a media drone.
A flicker of panic,
What if you dont find me,
What if you never get to see.
You walk in right on cue,
To see the blood that says I love you.
Piano HatI remember when we got our first piano. It was a black upright. Not exactly gorgeous, but definitely a nice instrument. I was really excited to get my hands on the thing, but dad wasnt too, um, keen on the idea -- "Keen"? Really? I say things like that sometimes even though I know they sound lame. What can you do, though? I didnt have my first piano lesson until a few days later. Sounds of tinkling piano keys filled the room. Bassy notes caused the whole foundation to shake. It was a thing of beauty. It really was. Best part: It was me. I was playing it. My hands couldnt throw a ball with any sort of accuracy at all, and I was picked on for it bad, but damn could they play a piano! I mean really! Just damn!Piano Hat6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That was, what -- like, five years ago? Yeah, I was about eight at the time, so, like, five years ago. So here I am, five years after I started playing the thing, and Im still going. In fact, Ive got a recital tonight. Thats why Im all
How to Troll a Capitalist1. Post communist propaganda. Lots of it.How to Troll a Capitalist5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. Ask him what the poor taste like.
3. Repeatedly ask about health care reforms.
4. Post pictures of starving African children.
5. Give statistics for worldwide poverty as well as obesity.
6. Ask if he likes "Soviet Mudkipz". Repeatedly.
7. At some point, say "WORKERS OF THE WORLD, UNITE!"
8. Ask what BNP members' genitals taste like.
9. Call him a Nazi.
10. List (mockingly) capitalist money-making procedures and end every one with "-PROFIT!1!!1111!!!!111!"
AloneAloneAlone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The little girl with tears in her eyes, sitting atop the world alone.
Breathing so fast, shocked by how the pain has grown.
Her mind filled with memories, pulsing with remorse.
Her baby is keeping her alive, choking out with force.
Struggling to find him, but inside there's a scream.
She feels herself slipping, this must be a dream.
Anger is running through her veins.
Mind numb with voices, each one containing pain.
If she doesn't find her reason for living then her demons take the blame.
Oh, and did I mention? Her demon has a name.
She's telling her she's leaving, she's never coming back.
She took my sanity with her, now my control goes slack.
So why is that little girl still crying?
She's so sick of all the lying.
It's over, no second chances, everything was said.
Does it really matter anyways? On the inside she's already dead.
Un-Wanted WhispersUn-Wanted WhispersUn-Wanted Whispers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lay in the dark.
As I await your voice.
Tension gripping my entire body.
Tears my eyes refuse to cry, swell inside of me.
The silence echoes in my ears.
I hear your whisper filling into my mind.
You tell me all of my worst fears.
You don't want me.
But I am with you.
I am a part of you.
I am forever your daughter.
My blood is same as yours.
Which complicates our hatred.
I try to ignore the voice that is yours.
But I am listening to every word.
It doesn't seem possible.
The tears flow freely now.
A stream of despair.
My existence haunts you.
Story for a penny in a canStory for a penny in a can5 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
I'd always known there was something wrong with that house. One time, walking to the downtown mall- school, I mean- I saw that overstuffed Halloween decoration, sitting on the porch. Real cats aren't supposed to get that big, na'mean? That thing could've swallowed a poodle and then picked its teeth with beagle bones. Threw a can at it and it just meowed and washed its chest.
Then the birds: every Friday, they'd bunch together on the power lines. Sure, no biggie there; birds gotta roost and get warm, all fluffed up in line, tweeting. Except -
Not crows. Full fledged, "Morrigan-is-going-to-get-you-if-the-witches-don't" ravens all sitting on a single line. No surprise power went out in our neighborhood every couple months. Never seen a fried bird though.
Between black cats, cracked glass, flickering lights at home, the city calling the dump 'historical', and the birds watching, it was kinda weird no one had this idea before. Group of kids see a big old ratty creepy house, f