Twisted Snow WhiteTwisted Snow White4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sure you remember the tale of Snow White, yes?
Well, do you know the other tale of Snow White?
The much darker one and that would make your skin crawl
Well, let's just say that instead of falling into eternal sleep, she went insane!
After that one bite into the poisonous apple, she lost her mind
She became so manic, that the dwarves were frightened of her and kicked her out
But she didn't lament from that, no
In fact, she ran off to the queen's castle and stole a sword from one of the guards
As the queen slept the night away, thinking that she had killed this once kind and gentle maiden, Snow White was stalking about her bed
She stood over her like a vulture with the silver blade in hand
The queen slowly blinked awake to see her over her and gave out a shriek of terror upon seeing the sword in her hand until
With a bloodied blade in hand, Snow White emerged from the queen's quarters
With a sinister and twisted grin on her face
She had killed the queen
She's the girl...She's the girl whose strawberry lipsShe's the girl...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shape velvet promises with the taste
Of sweet venom
The silent whisper of liquid lies
You'd blissfully soak in
To feel them poison your whole body
She's the girl with the ocean-blue eyes
Considerate warmth in the form
Of ice-cold diamonds
The embrace of appealing waters
You'd voluntarily breathe in
To feel them mercilessly fill your lungs
She's the girl with swan-like hands
Gentle killers moving with the grace
Of a dream-dancer
The tangency of flattering steel
You'd undauntedly welcome
To feel them claw your vulnerable skin
She's the girl with shattered dreams
Still holding onto the visionary hopes
Of an artless child
The aches of an impassible embrace
She'd gratefully accept
To feel them replace her inanition
Gold filigree She's falling from grace,Gold filigree5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She's all over the place.
With a mango in her left hand and a knife in her right
and her rustling, bustling steps putting bluejays to flight
She feels more like an albatross, everywhere to go;
but no compass in her heart, no North to call home.
And staring through the banister beams
will only make her tear ducts burst at the seams
Hiding the truth isn't not right
it's not running away, it's taking flight.
Courage came neither from bottle nor knife,
nor the rope that refused not to hold down her life;
It came from the memories, worn out
we have all the time.we have all the time.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All that I need is this moment.
When I laugh with my friends I suddendly think of you,
I close my eyes and I turn my face to the sky
and I can see your eyes and your wonderful smile.
All I need is to put my heart in peace
and just let myself free to feel again.
Feel with you,
feel for you,
my heart is flying so fast and it doesnt want to listen to the Reason.
Because a beat is more real than any rational thoughts.
I just want to take your hand, look in your eyes without a word
and be myself again.
I have been so lost...
All that I need is this moment.
Stay silent, dont speak a word
just take my hand and look in the sky with me.
We have all the time of the world.
I know we will find the way to find eacothers in middle of the path.
You can save me with your smile.
I can save you with my heart.
We will find the way to look in the future together,
because you know a beat is more real than any rational thoughts.
Beyond ComparisonNothing could compareBeyond Comparison5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the touch of your skin
Or the feel of your breath
Your soft lips
As they press against mine
And your hands
In the small of my back
You hold me
In your arms
I press my cheek
Against your chest
As I look
Into your deep green eyes
Nothing could compare
To this moment
Nothing could compare
To this feeling
Nothing could compare
To this love
Black Rose: Chapter 1Walking into second hour science was like walking into a blood factory. "Science" was a cover up for what the class really was. Only vampires and a select few humans had this class. I was a human, a rare human, with O+ blood, and they wanted that. But only pure bloods could get my blood. But to be fare, only one pure blood could get my blood and that was the prince.Black Rose: Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Andrea, over here please." The nurse called me over. I placed my bag on the counter and walked over to a white table. I sat on the table and laid down. I was an expert at this now. I came here once a week and was picked up on Saturdays to go to the princes house.
"You ready?" The nurse was also human, and she did care for our safety.
"Yep. I've grown used to it." I gave her a kind smile to reassure her I was okay. She smiled back and readied the syringe at my neck. She stuck the needle in and I closed my eyes. It always made things go quicker.
"Done." See what I mean? She gave me a smile and bandaged my neck up. I got up,
Looking Into ItSpencer was always in a general state of confusion as to Brendon's sexuality. He usually settled on a "bisexual when the mood strikes him" kind of feel, as the man had dated various women, but Spencer had been positive of a few certain...incidents, that had occured, during which the people he had caught the Panic! frontman with were most certainly not of the female gender.Looking Into It4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Generally, though, Spencer didn't bother himself with that kind of thinking. What Brendon wanted to do was what Brendon wanted to do, and he wasn't going to let anyone stand in the way of that. He didn't really mind, anyhow, as Brendon never made any unwanted advances toward him that were anything other than complete jest. Spencer was perfectly fine with that.
Whenever Dallon and Ian showed up, something was different.
Spencer couldn't quite put a finger on it, whatever the issue was. It was a kind of...mood, about Dallon and Brendon that he didn't quite understand. It was like they were a couple, but still retained
The Perfect PrizeYou know I never realized the significance of that game we played until now.The Perfect Prize5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know how we'd run around and chase each other,
Both trying to catch the other person and steal it.
All's we wanted was to take his or hers and make "it" ours.
Sometimes one would have the upper hand,
They would determine how this game would be played.
But eventually they would turn it over and the other player would determine the fate of the players.
We'd sneak around and scheme and plot,
Making plans to get it away from them- right from under nose.
And of course then they'd submit and follow us around.
As the game went on I'd find that sometimes your arms were around me,
Holding me ever-so-close. And I noticed.
And sometimes you were on the opposite side of the room, waiting for the right opportunity.
We both wanted to win, and didn't even realize we were both wanting the same prize.
And somehow we'd both wind up together on the ground,
Staring at the stars, and still keeping up the pretext that we were p
HurricaneHey, HeyHurricane4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Brendon Urie sat alone the hotel room, his cell phone pressed against his ear. Tears filled his vacant eyes. He knew that this day was eventually going to come. He just didn't know it would be so soon. He and Ryan had been starting to bicker more and more. "So, you're breaking up with me?"
"I'm sorry, Brendon. It's not that, I don't love you anymore," Ryan Ross's voice answered through the cell phone, "Jon is different. I'm sorry. I hope you'll understand."
The cell phone buzzed in Brendon's ear, signaling that Ryan had hung up.
We Are A Hurricane
Brendon didn't know what to do anymore; Ryan had been his world. Now, that Ryan had left him, it didn't seem like anything else had any life to him.
"Come on, Brendon," Spencer stood in the doorway of Brendon's hotel room, "I know you're hurt, but it's been a week. We have shows to finish. We need to find a temporary bassist and guitarist."
Brendon shrugged, "Go find someone, then."
Spencer sighed at his f
Inevitable DowntownHer elusive, nervous eyesInevitable Downtown5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across a crowded street,
So perfectly familiar
But so distantly now strange.
I can not bare to look, yet
We catch the inevitable glimpse.
The cold and cigarette filled air.
Sounds from each conversation,
Each voice infiltrates.
The sight of her reminds me again
That I am still without.
Everyone here has a drink,
Their own trials and troubles.
These drinks and these people
Wont change a thing tomorrow.
It seems that we are all actors,
And this cracked sidewalk,
This place, is tonight stage.
Cheers to the best actors,
The ones with the greatest fake smile,
The ones who pretend the best at night,
The ones who's each beer is cold to the last drop,
The ones who watch the sun go down and back up again,
The ones with eradicated hearts.
I get lost in whats being forgotten,
But can't for the life of me stop remembering.
The nightlife is captivating,
But now so fleeting.
Turning around, she is gone.
And so am I, walking to a cold, dark, nowhere.
Panic AttackIt's not like crying,Panic Attack5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where the pain inside is released with the tears you shed
And when you're finished you can curl up with the quiet and sleep.
It's not like sadness,
When the feeling is definite,
And you know it's not all in your head.
It claws at your chest,
Constricting your heart and your muscles lock up.
I wonder if I'll disappear.
It doesn't go away,
But lurks deep inside,
And you wonder if you're simply crazy.
Your thoughts swim as you're gasping for breath,
And even though you know it's coming,
You're still afraid.
And when it's all over,
You're still at the breaking point of emotion.
I wonder if I'll disappear.
AliveWhats so good about life?Alive5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The light, the lovely sights. the perfect life.
Empty Utopia, dangerous dream
Your fake smiles
Your empty sighs
Living on a perfect lie
I would rather much prefer something I could feel
I only want whats real.
I won't be tricked, I would be deceived.
The security of peace won't seduce me
I want to live and I want to breathe.
I wanna crash like the waves the of the sea
My waters cold as ice,
Its salty and stings
Louder than a chapel bell when it rings
Ring ring ring shouts in head
Pounds my brain numb and shocks my eyelids open
I don't want to fall asleep
I won't live life in a dream.
I'm awake, and I'm alive.
I'll pinch myself to tell
You know that's why pain,fear, misery is all so swell.
As I long as I can feel it I know I'm alive and well
Living doesn't mean anything without dying daily.
A world of smile with no tears.
A world with perfection and no fears.
A world where everything is set.
Well now you just look like a collared pet
ashI used toash6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had nothing
coldWhen it gets cold outcold10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she gets tired;
I can't say I blame her.
It's so much easier
to take comfort
in the dark,
beneath warm bodies
and whispered promises.
It's so much easier
to lie still
and cover your head.
The cold brings out
the matchstick men;
all ready to alight,
to warm your heart.
To take it.
To burn it.
the world moves on.
it gets easier to go outside.
Let's try not to set ourselves on
fire, in the meantime.
Love hurtsLove may hurtLove hurts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you'll live on
no matter how bad it is
NightmareSomething lurks,Nightmare5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Outside your reach.
Insubstantial as smoke.
It's evasive, and chaotic.
In the dead of night.
Slowly tormenting you,
Robbing you of sanity.
Your worst predicaments.
They come to life,
Before your frightened,
They make you wary,
Of what tomorrow may hold.
They make you fear,
That which lies, in darkness.
A Fear Of NothingI have a fear,A Fear Of Nothing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fear of all that isn't
A fear of a dark void,
An utter abyss,
a fear of no feeling,
A fear of not knowing,
A fear of unawareness.
The glass is half-empty,
The sidewalk's all cracks,
There's a pit in the ground
Leading to nowhere,
Leading to nothing,
Leading to a void,
The path to being trapped,
Trapped in an abyss,
I am afraid of nothing,
A fear of madness,
Loosing my mind,
Loosing my body,
Loosing my voice,
And gaining nothing.
I'm not afraid of death,
I don't think its not fair.
It happens to everyone,
And we all have it for the same amount of time-
Life's the one that's not fair,
But everyone knows that
And no body cares
You gotta cling to it,
You gotta live it,
'Cause letting go
When you still have a chance
How do I do that?
When my fear is of nothing.
No body around.
Hero The life of a hero isn't different from anyone else's. He wakes up in the morning, still tired from staying up too late to comfort his crying infant daughter. He makes a cup of coffee- black- and downs it in two big gulps, then throws on his uniform and drives his rickety car to work for minimum wage. The parking lot is full, but he manages to find a spot beside a familiar car. He turns off the ignition and steps out of the car, fastening his belt through the loops as he walks in the front door.Hero5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He makes his way through the crowd to the time clock, where he punches in a few minutes early, relieving the harried customer clerk he is replacing. He stops to ask the new girl how she's fitting in before he makes his way to an elderly woman struggling with her groceries. Without a word, he picks up the bulging sacks and places them in her cart, carefully handing her the cane she left propped up against the register.
"Let me help you out with the
Waiting Only to RememberBreak these dreams againWaiting Only to Remember6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And watch them fade,
As I've wasted away another day.
These eyes can't shine
If there's no mirrors to tell
When we're glowing,
And others to see that aura.
Absorbed and purposely preoccupied
With everything but anything useful,
A rare opportunity outstretched today,
Watch it as it goes away.
Come and go with passing dreams
As numerous and dangerous
As a crowded highway,
Rushing, reaching forward,
Waiting to reach a destination.
Reach for the stars
But barely touch the sky,
Simply wait until you're tall enough,
Then realize you can't keep grip firm.
My heart can wait
And always does too long,
But time still keeps passing by.
I'm waiting only to remember
That's it's only too late
Because I hesitated.
Hearts beat on.....The greatest challenge for me was learning to accept myself. But I had a little help.Hearts beat on.....5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One year, eight months and twenty three days ago, I was an outcast. I had nobody, my life had been missing one little thing, I was either ignored or despised by my fellow classmates. Why you ask? Not many people pay any attention to the girl standing on her own in the middle of the school field, her head bent to the sky, crows flocking around her. She was different. She was one of them, a dirty, ugly creature. Even the one person that every single child should have there, her mother, despised her, and cast her aside as a "stupid whore". Of course she wasn't a whore, nobody ever came near her. She was just different, she saw life in a different way, her hair curled beautifully of its own accord in a wild fashion, and her jade coloured eyes contained knowledge of the world that nobody else had acquired. The reason for this being that they all used preconceived opinions a
Shadow SestinaFollow me into the dark, loveShadow Sestina5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Illness craves what sicknesses kill
Your heart in mine, intertwined death
Knows no boundaries, but will hide.
Save us kings of yesteryear: night
Comes unhindered by the lustful.
In shadow I am hidden. Lust
Becomes my aid, and my lover.
In that time betwixt noon and night,
The nightmares walk uncovered, killing
Sleeping dreams. They struggle to hide
In darkness. But darkness is death.
In that hollow Hell, Madam Death
Finds us, my dear, and she brings lust.
The inky black, where we must hide
Arouses the demon of love,
And innocence is lost and killed.
We shall weep long into the night.
We wanted to wait, but that night
The spirits were out. In my death
Throes I will regret our dream. Killed
By the shadows and fierce lusts
Of adolescence. Cry, my love,
For 'special' is something to hide.
Oh how I curse where we did hide,
And memory of that dark night.
Close the curtain. Shame is now loved.
As shameful as a drowning death,
For humans were not to swim. Lust
Stand UpStand up for yourself,Stand Up5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everybody is looking at you,
Stand up for God's sake,
Lift your fists and throw a few.
If you ever want peace of mind,
You must conquer your fear,
If you ever want to feel safe,
Lift your fists and throw a few.
An Apple A Day Ch. 2An Apple A Day Chapter 2 -Ryden/Rydon-An Apple A Day Ch. 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Brendon rubbed his eyes. He seriously couldnt take anymore of this. He was practically driving his own self crazy with worry, and now its so severe that hes hallucinating. This has to be some kind of disease or something. He started counting off all the possible illnesses relating to hallucinations but decided to discontinue this as it could have been a number of things. Instead he sighed and took a seat next to the comatose patient, his eyes glazing over ever feature. Then he saw the patient twitch his hand, and once again he looked around the room to check that no one else was there. He looked all around the corners of the room checking for hidden cameras and tricks someone might be playing on him, but no one was that smart and that stupid to do such a thing. He immediately left the room with an eerie feeling and looked down at the paper that had names of patien
Curled Toes"You're cold."Curled Toes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John winced at the chill of his flatmate's feet on his own toes. Sherlock purred; a sweet, soft noise that made his lips buzz and ignored him, curling closer. He was like a panther, a cat of some sort. Sleek, black-furred and brutally playful. He pressed his nose into John's neck, something that made the doctor incredibly nervous, but in a good way. He liked it when this sort of thing became unpredictable.
"I'm always cold," Sherlock pointed out, husky. "You're always warm."
John ruffled his newspaper, one that he'd been trying to read for half an hour now. "Shut up."
John sat upright, tucking his feet underneath him and lowering his gaze as well as deepening it. Sherlock stared at him, blue-glass eyes like diamonds. His mouth twitched into a sly, foxy smile and his incisors flashed. He slinked forward, leaning so that the cushions groaned. He moved expertly, as though he'd planned this entire thing out in his mind; and no doubt he had. His hair gleamed in the