Hand Of FateAs life can seem a blessing, we had come into it being tied to something; someone. Even when physically separated we are still together, almost joined at the hips in arguments and comical situations. They told us in history and social studies that we are now free people. Yet we are still tied down by something; someone. Our civil rights may be ours truly, yet our very lives aren't. We don't live it for ourselves, and only the naive can really say that they do. They would tell you that they don't do things for others, only for themselves and to live life as best they can for numero uno.Hand Of Fate5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We are in a world where we not only live to survive, but survive to live. We are not free but enslaved to the dreams we either share or keep to ourselves until finally achieved. We are always saying that what we do can change the world one day even when we pass on, our legacy will still wander the earth. We preach to the world and to our own that nothing will hold us back and yet we are
Taking OverThanks for being thereTaking Over5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside my head,
Thanks for telling me
what goes unsaid,
Thanks for leading me
down this road,
Thanks for helping me
decode this code.
But your help has been a little much,
Now instead of just whispers,
I can feel your touch.
Feel your hands on my back
Feel your breath on my neck.
You've begun to push,
begun to shove,
You've made me do things
I can't even speak of.
You're here around me
All the time
I'm committing all of your
But what if
I wanna go back
I wanna get off this track
your touch makes me squeal
and your voice makes me cry
I turned to you and uttered a "goodbye"
What if I shut my mind
and locked the door.
Would I even be myself anymore?
Or are you now a part of me?
Maybe you're like the vines of a tree
That climb up my trunk
and begin to constrain
You hold me tight
Like a tough silver chain.
Or maybe instead I'm a part of you
Maybe you've eaten me like predators do.
I'm wrapped in your stomach
shouting to be free
tattoo artistone time you compare me to a dancer.tattoo artist5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i ask why.
you claim my every movement is as graceful
as the gentle turning of the earth,
as precise as the path of a raindrop
shattering perfectly into glass.
Where did you read that? Shakespeare?
Ye of little faith. I don't dance.
dumb puppy, soft-headed loser,
i adore you but i do not trust your brains.
it is freezing outside when we walk across
the gap between
cars, and you show me what it feels
like to be touched by numb
lips, pressed against a wall of my reticence
like a bone-chilling wind.
It was just a kiss. Why did you look at me that way?
For once I thought somebody understood.
i close the door
to keep out wind and fear and confusion and you.
it doesn't take me long to explain all
your bad points.
in summary, you are a selfish reckless rock-solid
phony with gossamer insides and armor out
idiot for love, unstable as ripe volcanic magma
and just as passionate.
But I will follow you on destruction's path.
Boy, we'll blaze out
I'd be LyingI'd be lying if I saidI'd be Lying5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that your eyes were brighter
than the stars.
Stars are made of
exploding gas that emits
their bright color.
Your eyes are made
of murky brown
and emit nothing
I'd be lying if I said
that every time you kiss me
butterflies fly in my stomach.
If there were butterflies
then every time you kiss me
my stomach would clench
and kill those butterflies
in one fatal swoop.
I'd be lying if I said
that your touch sent
shivers down my spine.
Your touch makes my skin crawl
and the only thing that makes me shiver
is my own heart cracking
under the ice pick you
I'd be lying if I said
that our relationship is made
Cliches are only meant for
those who are truly in love.
The CrowThe Crow4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
There's a crow outside my window,
Telling me I'm going to die.
There's a crow outside my window,
He doesn't care about my life and I,
Keep telling him he's got the wrong guy.
He sits outside my window, and doesn't say a word.
But the moment I close my eyes, he starts crowing as loud as he can.
That little turd....
I try to tell my parents,
But they ignore my cries and woes.
I try to speak to my wife, staring her face to face almost touching her nose.
But she just sits there crying, staring at my toes.
My friends all look sad, whenever I see them too.
I wonder what could be bothering my old childhood crew....
Then one day I follow them. One by one, to this place.
A flowery meadow, with sad looks upon each of their face.
They all seem to be crying, what could be going on?
I walk closer, to see me lying...in a ditch 6 feet long...
And now the crow lands upon my shoulder, nudging at my cheek.
He says, "It's time for you to go. Your time here is now complete."
The crow had not been wa
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror on the wallMirror, Mirror4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who's the most pathetic of them all?
Thou, O broken, art the most pathetic of all
A smile would flicker across my face
At least I am still a part of reality...
I'm so mad, I'm so upset, I cry, I scream
I hope, I wish -- but nothing will change
And who is there to blame?
Is it me? You? Pretty boy?
Ignorance is bliss
But I want to know everything
Who? What? Where? When? Why?
How did it all go wrong -- for me?
I've stood here waiting all this time
I've given my all for you and still am
But I hate it how nothing I can do will change your mind
I'm not even mad at you
I'm not capable of that, I don't think
And you should know I'd always care for you
You've only glimpsed at my suffering
But you've never seen my tear-stained pillow
The deliberate faded lines on these arms
The half-smile veiling the frown
Look into my eyes -- really look
And you will see an ocean of tears
I've stand in the shower day and night
The bullets of water overtaking me
A Pewdiepie/Cry Fanfic Part 1A Pewdiepie/Cry Fanfic Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A PEWDIEPIE/CRY FANFIC
Pewdie looked around the empty room that he had appeared in,
"What the Hell?" Pewdie thought out loud as he got up and opened a draw, which contained a Sanity potion and a tinderbox.
Only then did Pewdie realise that his suspicions were actually true,
He was In Amnesia!
Before he had time to look around he heard a familiar voice behind him. The voice was high pitched but low enough to be a man's, Pewdie turned around to face a brunette with a dark green beret on and a dark green vest and black jeans.
"Hello Pewdie" he said in his high pitched voice of his, and then Pewdie realised, it was Mr Chair!
"Mr Chair?! Why are you Human?" Pewdie asked, looking at him as he adjusted his glasses and said simply "It's our world Pewdie, we can do whatever we want"
"Wait- We? Is Stephano and Piggeh here too?" Pewdie
lifeI have lived over a thousand years,life7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And have cried a million tears.
On this planet I walk alone,
Never able to call one place home.
I have lost everyone, I have ever known,
And out lived every plant I have ever sown.
On the day my children were born I cried,
And shed more tears the day they died.
I shall never feel the warmth of heavens light,
And shall one day walk the earth in an eternal night.
For one day the human race will be gone,
But on this earth I shall walk on.
I will think of those I have left behind,
And the happiness I could never find.
This is a fate I bare alone,
With a pain you have never known,
And I would rather die over and over again by the knife,
Then continue to live this long cruel life.
it's like this.it's a tap leaking. drops of water falling to the steady rhythm of your syncopated heartbeat. no matter how tightly you turn the handle, it dripsdripsdrips as though it has a will of its own; that is my love for you. there is no "it will fade away in time." there is no "if you ignore it will become a distant memory." there is no off switch. i wish there was.it's like this.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
it's holding your breath and the all-encompassing silence that follows; leaving nothing but anguish, a burning sensation on your temple and a soft - yet prominent - ringing in your ears to muffle the nothingness. life pauses for all of five seconds and you exhale as though breathing has no meaning. we are captured in a series of trivial moments and those letters filled with excuses that i will never write.
it's knowing that sweater won't fit you again but storing it in the attic for sentimental value. you burned holes in the sleeves with your father's clipper and that chocolate fudge cake never entirely washed out. de
You Block the AngelsYoure seeing things again,You Block the Angels6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hallucinations crowding your eyes
And blocking the angels from your vision
A cold sweat obstructing your sight
Sometimes you overdose on fright,
Sometimes the panic attacks are too frequent,
Sometimes the last prayer isnt strong enough.
Because that night five weeks
ago I rewired your heart
to connect it to your mind
and heal the broken pieces
scattered through the vastness.
But its only been thorned daisies,
and unhealed machinery
Minds Content to RotIll never be known for great thingsMinds Content to Rot7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My life - a lowly loveless lesson
For those that seek exalted wings
To soar above the arid basin
Of desert landscape sand dune dead
Men whose purpose was to serve
A warning to those whod heed the dread
Of life worth nothing but to curve
A portion of the solid Earth
With smiling corpse of great content
While smoldering in hells unholy Hearth
All promise and hope long since spent
With rotten pennies in gutters lost
Blackened by dark forest moss
Onto tracks of freight trains tossed
Abandoned by the factory boss
Acid baths will cleanse our souls
Basic elemental holes
Fill with the oblivions
Of the light of distant suns
Time is distant and supreme
Its gaze an ever-present gleam
Its glare an awesome sightless bore
Staring to indifferent lore
Of a passage long forgot
Of men whose minds content to rot
Long bereft of sense or sight
We fail to see the sinking light
On horizons out of mind
With thoughts impossible to find.
Death and despairDeath and despair7 years ago in Open More Like This
Please sweet death come down on me!
Touch me with your black wings
And set my fire free!
Take me to the depths of hell,
Take me to heaven,
I dont care,
Its all the same,
Its all well!
Why do you call for me?
Why should I end your life?
Is there any reason for me?
Is there even a reason for thee?
Oh please sweet death,
Embrace me with black fire,
Take me to another place up higher!
Theres no reason for me to live on,
It went all so wrong!
You little child,
Dont demand such things from me,
I wont do you this favour.
Its not your time to go with me!
But please my dear friend,
No it must end!
Take me with you on the eternal flight,
Give me the kiss,
It is my right!
You are too young to understand,
The meaning of life and death
I cant kill people as I please,
Im not doing this with ease!
You have to help me
Or Ill gamble
DamnedSmoke wanders into my lungsDamned7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Slick black tongue swallowed
Bitter salt with pain
Harder to breathe
Hands feel the cold, dry touch
Sight darkens and blurs
Body numbs from the silhouette
Haunting stains on my thoughts
Have I kissed
The monster in the closet?
What I DoAnybody can do what I doWhat I Do4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But only I do it for you.
Whether to kiss your hair
Or win you a toy at a country fair.
I'll lay my jacket along the floor
Or just hold open a door
Everything I do is for you.
I will always be there when you want me to.
but it's alrightThis is not a love songbut it's alright7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
written for the trapped, the stolen
(and auctioned off the block)
this is not a eulogy
for all I left unsaid and all we sought and fought
this is not a Christian hymn
(I forsake that which has forsaken me)
this is not a victory cry
I said give me freedom or let me die
because I've got nothing left to lose
(and everything to gain)
I've been bought and branded
I've been sold and caged
I've been marked up, cut up and left for dead
I am torn up and enraged
(my sense of rejection is newly inflamed)
now I'm lost here on center stage
but somehow I'm left still standing
now's the time to choose
(get your priorities in order)
do you rebel or do you survive?
do you live to genuflect
or do you risk it all for freedom?
stand up for all that's screaming from inside
or will you give in and walk the line?
(between your life and your pride)
your subordination is all you have left to give
(all they have yet to take from you)
because they've got all food and water
they take away
The PianistHe played the piano. All day in his home near the town square, people could hear the faint melody of the keys. But at night, when the town was blanketed by the navy velvet sky, the notes carried through the air effortlessly, calming even the angriest of men and lulling the minds of the ferocious dogs that barked for hours on end. Babes needed not the soft tunes of their mothers' lips to carry them into the land of sleep, for he who played the piano had taken that shift upon himself.The Pianist5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And tonight, the babes were hushed into peaceful slumber, mothers silently grateful for the sweet reprieve. Men wallowing in the taverns had come to stand beneath the full moon, regardless of the heavy downpour. Many ears were deaf of all save for the slow and graceful melody that seemed to come from everywhere at once, almost a second blanket to the town underneath the midnight quilt pierced with tiny diamonds.
High above the town, atop his home, he played. Face upturned and eyes squeezed shut, he let his
Love's Expiration DateShelf life is defined as, "the length of time a particular product is given before it is deemed unsuitable for one to consume or use." As usual I took this concept a little further and applied it to relationships. Because, according to The Beatles and Hallmark, all we need is love.Love's Expiration Date5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Or is there more?
I'd definitely say my life is saturated with much more than just love itself. I double dip in an array of adjectives and nouns as I please. It's not that I'm a complete cynic; it's just that I haven't had the "aha!" moment yet. In the romantic sense that is. I have some of the greatest platonic supports in my life. Giant pillars be damned. What is love for? I enjoy the idea of feeling warm and safe, but if that was it then we'd all own Snuggies. So what's the kicker here? Is this instinct primal or something bigger?
At eighteen years young I have accepted the fact that I don't know all the answers. My crossword puzzles always have gaping holes, and my mind is a nice reflection of them. I th
A Meeting, of SortsThe camera-man walked towards him, the discordant tinkling of its tempered steel parts almost musical.A Meeting, of Sorts5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"What are you?" asked the man, his once brave voice reduced to nothing more than a harsh whisper. The camera-man's iris contracted in a curious fashion as it regarded him, its features so utterly alien that the man could only guess at its thoughts. Around him the world was at a standstill, as if time itself respected this creature so much as to freeze in its presence. Gone was the rhythmic ticking of the clock, gone was the insistent beep of the microwave, and gone was the shrill shriek of the kettle. There was only him and the creature, the beast, alone together in this pocket out of time with only the silence to keep them company.
The man spoke again, his voice catching in his throat like so many fettered emotions.
"What what do you want?"
The camera-man's head slowly turned to the window, followed by the man's faltering gaze. In a flash the darkene
DamagedOuch.Damaged4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lost it again.
I promised that I wouldn't,
but here I am, just as I knew I would be.
(What a hollow promise... what would they do if they knew?)
It hurts so much just to do that.
I sucked all my energy away,
sucked all my life away.
(What should I do now?)
but really who else's could it be?
No one forced me, I did it to myself.
(But no one cared, no one tried to understand, or even notice.)
I know that is what I am.
I accept that fact.
(It makes dealing with it easier.)
Maybe that is what I should do.
Far, far away, where no one can find me,
no one can damage me.
Then maybe, I won't feel the need
to damage myself.
(If only, if only.)
CryWhy do I keep it all locked inside?Cry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to let it out, let go.
The feelings trapped inside burn me,
From the inside in.
They never get to come out and play,
Perhaps they will, but not today.
My soul cannot learn to trust,
It does not listen to my heart;
My heart is saying to listen and believe,
My soul whispers it lies,
In hopes that the threat will leave;
But it won't, and it scares my soul.
As my heart learns to love,
The soul, my soul,
Is trying, always trying,
To hide me from the world.
The Bus StopSnowflakes drifted through the air, illuminated and turned gold by a whining streetlight. In the glow, a man stood and gazed up at the sky. He wore a black toque and ski jacket, hands stuffed into his pockets to stay warm. The street he currently occupied was asleep, the houses silent with their darkened windows. Briefly, the man wondered how long he'd been standing there, then decided it really didn't matter.The Bus Stop5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where are your shoes?"
A voice pierced the darkness behind him. Curious, the man glanced back to see who had joined him, and found himself looking at a young girl. She was in her mid-teens, a place where she was unsure who she was or who she even wanted to be. Long wisps of brown hair escaped from a baseball cap on her head, fluttering slightly in an almost nonexistent wind. The man's eyes however, were drawn to the package she held in her hands. It was being turned over and over, as though she knew it wasn't meant for her and was worried it would burn her if she didn't keep it
Another Stinkin' PoemI used to like to read a poem,Another Stinkin' Poem7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those lines from bye and bye
Sometimes I'd read 'em till I knew 'em
For fun; I don't know why
Some were silly, some were trite,
And some were way too long.
A few put up an awful fight
The words seemed kind of wrong.
Linger not on boring lines,
Good bits can last a while
I frown a bit as William pines,
Spring flowers bring a smile.
Then Teacher said Let's write us one,
A little one at least.
That's when I learned that far from fun,
Writing one's a beast!
So then she said Let's make it two-
No, write me up a bunch.
And when your brain's a lump of goo
I'll go out to lunch.
We fought for days and days on end,
Those horrid lines and I.
All those words to try and bend
As for me, I thought I'd die.
Then I found it doesn't matter;
Teach can't tell me I'm wrong.
If words count right; syllables don't shatter
And subject lines are strong.
What I want to say stays in my head,
My lines don't sing but never mind.
I do my bit then go to bed,
Some Things Should Go UnsaidThings I'd Only Say If I Had Four Mechanical Tentacles Sprouting Out My Back:Some Things Should Go Unsaid7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Those in the retail and customer service industries put up with a lot of steaming crap. When jerks come into the store and start treating them like insignificant peons, there are many things that come to mind, none of which can be said and got away withunless, of course, you have superhuman powers or cyborg parts. Conversely, there are also customer service personnel who are every bit as stupid as the customers whom I refer to above. When dealing with both, there are just some things better left unsaid:
No sir, I am not hard of hearing, and neither am I stupid. You just can't speak English well. It is you who have erred.
I realize I am ignoring you, but you come in here every day with your five spoiled, undisciplined brats and you never buy anything you don't return.
Yeah, like that play-by-play description of your proctology exam can't wait an hour unt