Dyme and the Dozen Ch. 9Roxas walked silently down the hallway, eyes trained on the path ahead and nothing else. He had been trying desperately to shut his thoughts off ever since he had parted ways with Vexen and Lexaeus. After talking to the Chilly Academic, the creator of the Elixir, Roxas found nothing but a bitter sort of dread rather than the words of hope he thought he'd find from the scientist.Dyme and the Dozen Ch. 95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'Old crackpot...' Roxas snorted, rolling his eyes for just a second as he mentally torched that "old" man for his stupid experiments.
Even that old coot scientist didn't know the true power of that small flask of rose scented liquid. What Axel thought would be a harmless prank a week ago was perhaps slowly killing him and everyone who touched it.
The worst thing about this situation was he had been a part of it all; Roxas could have stopped it all right at the beginning, yet he didn't. He even went so far as to taking the first step toward destruction by slipping the elixir on Marluxia. It wa
In Terms of TimeSadly, I used to think the same.In Terms of Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In terms of time.
Until I realized that time isn't human.
It exists outside of us.
Merely a measurement to quantify the passing of the sun.
Like an inch,
Which means nothing to anything.
It's an illusion.
How much time should I use?
A fucking kiloton?
If I could move at the speed of light,
Would you justify my rapidity?
Let me off easy?
But didn't you listen to Einstein, darling?
It's all relative.
I used to think like you.
And then I fit 60 years into 1 year, 6 months and 10 days.
Ask me about time,
And I'll prove to you
That it moves just as fast,
Just as slow as you want it to.
God Was There When I was alone and cryingGod Was There4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God was there
When I was distraught and without hope
God was there
When they talked about me
And made me feel worthless
God was there
When they called me stupid
And said I wasn't good enough
God was there
God was there
When I was alone
And wanted to die
God was there
When no else was
different shining stars.so maybe you did break my heart and maybe you have no idea. so maybe i'm just a silly little girl who wants so much out of life all at once and maybe i'm just starving to live the life i'm pretty sure i could never have.different shining stars.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so maybe i'm just a silly girl with too many freckles and too many of those imperfections and maybe i think of too many ways to doubt myself. so maybe i think that we belong and maybe i just fall too hard every single time someone smiles at me.
i'll spend my nights wishing and my days shooting for a different shining star.
birds on a wire.today i saw two birds sitting on a telephone wire and i wondered if maybe they were on a date. i wondered if i were a bird, if i would have lots of dates that we spent sitting on a telephone wire watching the clouds shape shift and watching the cars roll by, with little kids pointing out the window saying, "look mom, those two birds are sipping coffee in a cute little cafe on the telephone wire!"birds on a wire.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
of course, the wire would never be able to hold a cafe.
but i'm still stuck wondering if i will ever have a date, whether i'm a bird or not.
i wish i could tell you that i don't miss you in the type of way that makes my stomach churn, but i do. i really really do.
i miss hugging you from behind, even if you would just stand there and even if the backpack you never put in your locker got in the way. i liked being able to say i hugged you, even if you didn't like it and even if i didn't know how i felt and even if we weren't two birds sitting on a telephone wire sipping lattes at a sm
Not TodaySkin-and-Not Today2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bone shadow of
the saviour moon—
"What do we say,"
wolf girl, ghost of
tomorrows never been,
"to the god of death?"
everything falls away.i seem to be good at this game.everything falls away.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and so are you, because you always kept me playing long enough to make me think i was winning.
what it means to be a friendHere is what I really want.what it means to be a friend4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I really want a friend.
Someone who will be there for me
time and time again.
Who'll listen to my problems,
never growing tired
of list'ning to me recap things
that have long since transpired.
Someone who I know I trust
with all my tattered heart.
Someone who will end our fights
before they even start.
A person who will love me
just as much as I love them.
And we will be there for each other
'til the very end.
Someone who will hold me tight
when everything goes wrong.
Someone who will tell me that
in this world I belong.
Here is what I really want.
I don't want to pretend.
I want someone who knows
just what it means to be a friend.
OverdueIf you were a story, you'd be several chapters long, with words that will tell of who you were, how you were and what you meant to me.Overdue2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Letters will paint the picture of how I remember you, and, if I flipped the pages fast enough, our tragedy will unravel and unfold fast; a motion capture of how you never came for me.
And, after run-ons and paragraphs and so many full sentences, the last line would be a fragment, because that's the truth of what we became, what we are now and I don't know how to put it any other way.
People will read it, read about you, and you and me, and when they reach the end, they will puzzle and ask where the missing pages are.
I will take your book back (written for you, and only you, with your scent as the bookmarks, and your fragile smile as the spine), and my brittle mouth will curl as I try not to cry, and I will show them my empty pockets and tell them if only there were any.
mother, i...mother, i...mother, i...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to a six-year-old
a hospital is just fun
a new place to explore
and pretend that vending machines
make everything taste better
and it's an adventure
to wash hands and somehow
keep Mom safe from
the pathogen that i am
but somehow the fact that
you can no longer hold me
is scarier than the scar
stretching across your stomach, dimpled
at each end and accompanied
by stretch marks (at least
one tenth of those
are my fault)
doesn't include word problems
or fear of cancer
because Mom is all-powerful
and she doesn't run from things
(they run from her and hide
hoping to wait out discipline
from work-seasoned hands)
it took fourteen years of experience
to realize that a 50% chance
i will have your scars
just so long as you will hold me
[and it's okay if i don't survive
because you did]
Bitlets 60I am beginning to wonder if wondering is the beginning of what I am.Bitlets 602 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't you know?when you're cryingdon't you know?5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and there's nothing I can say
I feel like falling
though my wings are still flapping
when you're broken
and there's nothing I can do
I feel like dying
though my heart is still beating
dry your tears, darling
let them go, keep flying
stand up, darling
let them go, keep living
don't you know..
your smile gives me strength
your laughter gives me life
A ThoughtThe best art is madeA Thought2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
By those who care not for fame,
But who love their craft.
In a perfect world,
The Bard's name is a secret,
But his tale is known.
changing shades.this is me trying to love you until the sun turns black and the clouds disintegrate into the sky. this is my lullabies becoming translucent lies, and my whispers becoming too loud for you to understand. this is my story that's still being written.changing shades.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these are the words that i keep trying to put in your mouth; the things you used to say and the times you told me you missed me first. these are the things i remember too fondly and i yearn to never forget. these are my thoughts i jotted down for you, hoping you might like to read them one day.
Do you know?Do you know what it feels like to be surrounded by a crowd,Do you know?6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
And yet to feel so alone
Do you know what it feels like to yell, scream, your voice sounding so loud,
And yet you are still not heard
Do you know what it feels like to think that you mattered,
Only to have your heart shattered
Do you know what it feels like, to feel fragile, like a glass doll,
As though any second you might fall
Tell me, do you know what it feels like?
Wings of HopeIf I had wings,Wings of Hope5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd fly away from the darkness
- To my siblings.
Why can't I know what's happiness?
If I saw light,
I would make me cute and pretty;
In such a blight
Could my loved ones recognize me?
If I knew hope,
I'd find the strength to fight the fear!
I'd climb this slope
And discover you were so near
"I'm always near!
I'm in your heart when you're crying
I kiss your tears
I come to offer you my wings
- Guardian angel
- Don't cry my sweet; I'm here for you,
Do never lose your faith in you.
dragonul si comoaradragonuldragonul si comoara4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Când s-a născut dragonul mi-a clipit complice
foaia de hârtie ca un pântec fertil
legăna embrionii dragonului tată
care n-avea obiceiuri prea narcisiste
numele nu și-l știa și necheza puternic
fremătând în el o doină
de nu mă enervează nașterea cum mă cântă plânsul
și n-am să-i cer dragonului acel țipăt
pe care-l țipă în tine, cât dangătul de clopot
care-mi cade ritmic pe suflet de aramă
și nu-mi vine să cred că dragonul nu poate să moară.
Nu știu cum dar mă vede când îmi caut sufletul
cu pliscuri străine sub umăr
și credeam că doarme dar ochiul lui de sub frunte
alungă nopțile și dezbracă clipele triste de negură
nu-ți spune azi te-am așezat lângă umbra mea
ca pe o lumină căci naște în tine fermentul
Love.What is love?Love.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Love is when you miss him before he has even left
When you could listen to him talk for hours and not get tired of his voice
When he is the only thing you think about
And you know you love him without a doubt
Love is when you look into his eyes,
And are able to see no lies,
When you want him to hold you tight,
And never let you go without a fight
Love is when he is the reason why you get up every day,
When he is the rising and setting sun
When his touches send shivers down your spine,
When he says you are his and you say "you are mine"
Love is when you hate to share him with anyone else,
Because you want him with you forever
When you can't imagine life without him,
Because he is your everything
Love is when you can't let him go,
Because it hurts too much
When you can't stand the thought of him being with someone else,
Because you know that he's the only one for you
Love is when you feel his pain,
When you share the same spirit,
And its as if you are not two bodies, but on
Look what you've doneGoosebumps appear on my skin as i feel the cool breeze softly caress my entire body,Look what you've done5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
leaving me with nothing but a sensation of betrayal.
You have left me, my love, and it seems to me that there are too many hearts that are broken,
that can't be mended, and are left unattended,
so, what do we do?
I reminisce on past memories, when the sun shone brightly in my life,
and there was nothing but pure bliss.
I remember those days, when i exuded confidence and beauty,
and you stood there, at my side, protecting me from any harm that came my way.
But that's all over now.
Look what you've done to me, my soul
You've taken a blooming flower, and took away all its nutrients,
leaving it to wither pathetically in solitude.
we are broken clockswe're living with skinned knee caps and bruised hearts and broken clocks. maybe i'm dizzy and i don't know how to stop spinning. we are broken capillaries and dog eared paperbacks; i'm just a calendar that hasn't been flipped yet. maybe i'm just another page in your pointless magazine and maybe i'm just delusional today because i actually believed i was someone.we are broken clocks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm the worn out pages of a used novel and the plaster that used to cover your broken organs. i'm another face that you don't dare to look at and i'm the blood that drips from my burned knees and the clock that seems to be moving backwards.
and you're just a black and blue and purple bruise on my useless heart. but maybe i'll get by, because we never really cared anyway.
You.My heart grows warm at the sight of your smile,You.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Like a warm summer day,
My skin aches for your touch,
As I imagine your smooth fingers gently grazing my skin
The heat quickly rising to my cheeks,
Turning them a slight pink
Your beautiful eyes, reflecting pure happiness every time I look at them,
Make me melt, and wonder how can you be so beautiful
Your hair, so exquisite, so soft,
Makes me want to run my fingers through it,
Softly detangling the ends,
Since you are too lazy to comb them yourself
Those beautiful lips,
Adorned with such a pale rosy pink color,so round and full,
Make me want to kiss them softly and gently,
Making sure to never forget the feel of them
Those strong arms, firm and muscular,
Make me want to wrap them around me,
And make sure they never let go
Holding me tight forever, keeping me warm
It's so hard to keep this feelings inside of me,
Because i know we might never come to be,
But still i wait, i hope, i pray,
For you to notice me someday.