HumanityLook at themHumanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking around like zombies
Cattle to the slaughter
All chaotic lies within
They all seem to think they are special
Not a single thing
All hateful and spiteful
I do not hate people
But I do hate humanity as a whole
Look at us
As a single unit
What are we worth?
What good have we done?
The few that deserve a beautiful life
Suffer at the hands of the righteous
Trampled down below the throng
Look at them
They are just like the rest
I look at them
Realize they are just like me
E s c a p e
Peace by PiecePeacePeace by Piece3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Piece by piece we started to forget what that means
We ripped it from its seams and tore it apart and we took those pieces and we stitched them up on war machines
And those pure white pieces of peace got stained with blood and mud and gunpowder and broken arrows and everything else we used to smite each other
We took its strength and made it a damsel away in a castle and the only way to reach peace
Is to plow through a field of soldiers and to unzip the gut of a dragon
And you take to the princess your burning red flag and say "This is for you
I did this for peace"
And you don't even see the glass tears running down her cheeks even though they're so clear
And there aren't enough to wash away all the blood you shed and you can't even hear her voice because it cracks like a window when she says "I never wanted that"
Then you put her up on your stead and ride her across the wasteland you made and she tumbles off before you could get very far because peace cannot exist in a lan
Disappearance of Anne MorganTottering in dark blue heels and clutching a gun like you know how to use it, you collapse against a tree like your backbone has turned to fine glass.Disappearance of Anne Morgan3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You've established that the ground tastes of oranges and tomatoes, and reminds you of last summer and the fresh smell of fruit; the pleasure of knowing that you have given birth to something, although the doctor tells you that the way you want it will never be possible. The way he said it, it wasn't awful, it wasn't the end of everything, it wasn't the end of scarlet hair; it was just another woman who could never have a child. But the way you heard it, it was the end of your future. Who knew that two words could kill you? I'm sorry. That's it, that's all you heard before he launched into his clinical speech like a rocket into space, except nowhere near as beautiful. But 'I'm sorry' is all you needed to hear to have all that awful knowing inside like a disease rooting itself in your bones and eating away at the corners of y
Inspiration: The FacadesThese masks are all I am...Inspiration: The Facades3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
mesentery.i get the same feeling lookingmesentery.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at you as i do dissecting cats
but it's ok
i know it just means
i want to be more in love than
the man who first wrote about true love;
i want it to swallow my soul
and i don't want to mind;
i want it to kill me
i think i should be dead
and this would be a beautiful way to go -
dying for someone better
than myself, unselfish until
realised it's the most selfish
of selfish things,
to love & be loved.
that kind of sickening.
paroxysms, that kind of sickening.
the shape of your lips,
in all their beauty:
that kind of
BlameIt's not anyone's fault your like thisBlame4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
No matter what some others may say
It's no one's fault your life is shit
When you choose to live that way
You made your bed now lay in it
No matter how much you may cry
It's the way it is because of you
No matter how much you may lie
You spent your life avoiding the truth
Because it was so much easier to see
That the fault lay with everyone else
You say you were never given the key
The key to being what you dreamed of
The key to living life your own way
The key to never holding back
The key to seizing every day
It's sad to think now about you now
How you wasted your whole life
At the mercy of the liquor bottle
Living a life full of pain and strife
But it ain't no one's fault for that
That you will die so much alone
But to you it's everyone's fault
Taking the blame that was your own
You spent your life surrounded by lies
And because of it you're never free
Finger pointing and accusations
That you were never given the key
Confession - Eren x RivailleRivaille had something in mind that he can’t fully get a grip on and it has something to do with Eren. He got up from the chair he was sitting on for the past hour thinking about the same thing all over and over again. His composure still intact, he raided the halls to find Eren. He sees Mikasa just around the corner of the lobby and asked her about Eren’s whereabouts.Confession - Eren x Rivaille9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Have you seen Eren?”
Mikasa just simply gave him an “I don’t know” shoulder nudge.
“Try checking out his room. He is probably there goofing off or whatsoever.”
“Right. That figures, thanks Mikasa.”
Rivaille briskly walks to Eren’s room. He opens the door to find Eren snoozing on his bed. Rivaille scratched his head in irritation for it was already noon and it was no time for naps. He walks in across Eren’s room, careful not to wake him up. When he got closer, his pulse started to race. It was getting hotter by the second. With all these
_Knite_ : Dreamer~_Knite_ : Dreamer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I never knew you liked kites."
She spins around, ponytail whipping behind her, and the spool of string drops from her elegant fingers. A few feet away, a sparrow-shaped kite begins its clumsy descent, landing on one of its wings upon the unhealthy, yellowed grass. Standing not far is a young boy, her age, feet planted on the beaten road. Her own shoes have been carelessly thrown aside, lying beside her abandoned schoolbag.
"I never knew you came here," she says, turning her back on him.
He smiles faintly and steps down into the field, not minding the dirt and dust. "It's not windy enough today for kite-flying."
She doesn't answer, lips a tight line, but he can guess by the crease of her brow that his comment frustrates her. He doesn't attempt to make amends for his offense and, instead, bends over, picking up the spool and laying it in her hand.
She frowns at him, a discontent look with underlying tones of 'I don't need your help', and wanders off to pick up the fallen toy. He wa
long distanceYour arrival means we'll part again.long distance3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
VulnerableCaution: Glass Heart, handle with care.Vulnerable3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
how to miss a boy who's sothere's no comforthow to miss a boy who's so3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the way you hold me
with the fire in your palms.
you have mud in your boxers,
grass in your hair,
and i am not moving;
you are butterflies on your cheeks,
you are soft music on your lips,
you are thin ice and my heart
breaks in its beauty.
please let me
i have bloodstains on my sheets
and streaks of red ink.
it all makes me want to say
that i am sorry
i am alone in this bed
and i am cold
your bones are not my bones
and i shiver as
they sleep with
themselves in a cold cocoon
I'm a Monster -Short Version-I love you.I'm a Monster -Short Version-3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm so sorry.
No SoundNo soundNo Sound4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My throat closed tight
The pain is forced deep inside of me
Unable to tumble free of my lips
I can't let it out
The mirror broke under my hand
A million little jagged pieces on the ground
It lied to me
It refused to show what I wanted to see
How have I become so
Twisted and mangled
Contorted under the weight of this agony
How did I become so soulless
I don't know anymore
Like an acidic ichor it ravaged my soul
Ate it all away until there wasn't a single shred left
But instead left the hollow ache of perdition
Still I did not let it out
It continued to destroy all that I am
All that I was and all that I could have been
Powerful venom that dissolved my heart and silenced my voice
Stole away my teeth and tongue
But I sealed my lips and sewed them shut
Keeping every caustic drop inside
I had to for I would not bow nor be weak
And so I walked on
Though I was nothing but a vessel of the painful poison
I soldiered on until it rotted my bones
And I fell to the floor unable
Sincerely, MeDear Orange,Sincerely, Me5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
It seems that I have become that girl. You know, the one who traces over an absent spine and screams at tomatoes in the produce aisle for being too delicate, too bruised, and for not being a vegetable. Im the one who begs the cashier to answer me, to tell me that Ive not lost my mind, or that, if I have, its with him, tucked in the third drawer of his rosewood bureau, next to his woollen socks. I dropped your mother (or maybe your sister) on the floor when they escorted me out of the store. I stomped on her until she was nothing more than a clean-up on aisle four. I am sorry. You are bruised and I am sorry.
I was not always like this, but you know this. You felt his footsteps and soaked my laughter into your old, wood grain, so you know that I was not always alone. You know that I did not always spend my days in the west cor
HappinessHappinessHappiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A mother without child.
A child without mother.
A cycle of the unloved,
Longing orphans in hovels.
Longing parents in homes.
Longing for the unattainable,
the love of another.
The sadness of an orphan.
The sadness of a mother.
The sadness they share,
But happiness comes.
But happiness comes.
One day, parents will come.
One day, children will come.
One day all will be loved
No longer a child without mother.
No longer a mother without child.
No longer alone.
Contest Entry: 1000 WordsFANTINE & LINUSContest Entry: 1000 Words4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fantine watched closely, fixing her eyes over at a fair-haired male who sat on the patch of lustrous bottle green prairie, the sun's golden rays making it seem illusory. Fantine permitted breath to pass her lips; she couldn't help but frown as she admired the man's work of art. Linus was his name, she pointed this out by the fact she could faintly see a small mark in the corner of the art that had his name, Linus. She kept behind her, what to any child might be a treasure map, but was nothing of the sort, unless the map led to happiness. Her russet hair flickered with the wind as her hands rest behind her back, the ashen sleeves that were under her dress, which was a roseate tinge. The chalky undershirt had frills of sorts along the collar, and at the edge of the arm length sleeves.
Deciding now was the point in time to draw near the fair-haired artist, she took an additional engaging breath, releasing the petite take in of air out into the ambiance, she calmly approach
Twisted ConfessionI think I've fallen into obsession,Twisted Confession4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thoughts of you never seem to lessen.
How I want to hate you
But can't stand the thought of letting you go.
I sat inside a confession booth, feeling scared but bold,
The preacher was kind to me and very, very old.
I said 'father, I've never really believed in god'
He said "My child, I shall pray for your soul'
I told him how I feared possessed or cursed,
How i thought I needed an exorcist, to rid me of your ghost.
He just smiled, said 'Come child, let me tell you what I know'
'In this world of man, there are those who know firsthand,
And those who crave to know, and others like yourself,
Desperately searching for a way to go.'
He paused to look at me staring deep inside my eyes,
'You've never believed in that which you can't see and grasp, have you?'
'No, father' I found I couldn't lie.
'You've lost your faith at such a tender age, no wonder now you seem
So alone, so afraid. Confusion is the devil's tool.'
'But father, I don't believe in Satan either
the unbearable lightness ofWhat she really wanted takes shape in her reflectionsthe unbearable lightness of4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a face photographed that never looks like her.
She runs across town squares with dingy statues
and flitting sparrows; she finds herself
laughing within puddles, or
in dorm room mirrors, pale and
swollen and caked in cosmetic.
Locks on motel doors can be picked with rubber bands, but
sufficed for an hour of indiscretions. She was sly, shy,
stroked your stomach carefully.
She wanted the reassurance of your voice on her neck.
Fading colors flutter on the breeze that springs when
twilight conquers sunset. A short alphabet coats her
gold skin like oil, soaked into her dress. It clogs
her voice with a brief dictionary of words misunderstood.
The smell of cloud bank musings lingers on her wrists;
April is tangled in her hair
and you're still chasing Decembers.
All she wanted was the rubble of book discussions,
the leftovers of arguments concerning the usage of "sporadic"
Never mind that you two threaded promises acr
Contest Entry: Elemet WolvesSpirit of the WolfContest Entry: Elemet Wolves4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Once, a long time ago, the earth was filled with darkness. There was nothing but the great seas. No forests, no land. Then the great goddess Kachina brought to life the wolves of sun and moon." Chief Amitola began, standing on the tallest rock in the village. Jaci had heard this story at least a thousand times, but every time was new, different. She stood in the crowd with her wolf pup, Kasa, cradled in her arms and her mother, Lenmana, beside her. It was the annual telling of the world and her tribe's origins banquet, and her father was hunting with the other hunters. Jaci knew that her father's work was very important, having to hunt for 300 villagers was no small feat, but still, she wanted her father, Cheveyo, beside her as she heard the origin story. She knew that he was only a couple of footsteps away, but she wanted to celebrate this yearly celebration with him. She sighed, and Kasa wriggled in her arms to look up at her. Jaci smiled.
"Then the great goddess
Something About GenderI'm not a girlSomething About Gender3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because according to everyone else I'm unable to be one
Because girls are supposed to be spineless
Supposed to be weak
Supposed to be small
Supposed to be quiet
So I must be a boy
Because that's what the world sees in me
It sees courage
It sees passion
It sees anger
It sees a swinging crowbar
But I can't be a boy
Because according to everyone else I'm not male
Because I have breasts
I have ovaries
I have a uterus
I have a vagina
So I'm not a girl
But I'm not a boy
I'm too rough but I'm soft
I kick up my heels but sometimes I wear heels
I wear rings but sometimes they're worn on a fist
I sit slouched with my legs open and a knife in my hand
But I'm not a tranny
But I respond to "woman"
And I respond to "boy"
And I can be called "he" and "she" and answer to both
Because I don't know which one I should answer to
Because apparently neither apply
Airplanes, Dreamers And StarsBetween Airplanes, Dreamers and StarsAirplanes, Dreamers And Stars3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue: Almost Like A Night Sky
He was just walking back home, school sucks, I think. I don't understand why study things I wouldn't use, why the hell in this world I would use geometry? To build a industry? No thanks, there's a lot and more than needed here already, that's exactly why here it's the only city in the world that there's actually no sky.
Well, it have a sky, but it doesn't seem as one, it's more to a fake, something someone just tell us that it is, but deep inside you know it isn't. It's not like I really care, but it matter when I look to the sky. It's annoying...
Sighs. I look up. Guess what? That fake. The industry make so much pollution that we can't see a thing. I hate this. I feel useless for can't do a thing about it.
Suddenly I hear the song that China, or at least this city have been listening lately, Something about pretend, I don't like it even never have hear it complete befo
Things.I often find myself staring out the window, wondering when my life will begin.Things.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When will this feel right.
The things I'm doing now don't compute with what i wanted my story to be.
I want adventure, I want fun.
I want laughter and wild memories.
I want to grow up and stop blaming myself.
I want to get out and spread my wings.
I want to fly. But I'm lacking the will.
Maybe its just that this caterpillar cant transform; or maybe I'm just to scared to try.
yeah.. fear. That may be it.
Well, then. I want to overcome this fear and defeat myself.
I want to expand into life.
I long for it.
I'll do it.
I'll show you. Somehow.
I wont lie anymore.
I wont hurt you.
No more tears, or pain.
We'll grow. Together.
I want to expand into life, with you by my side.
and in the end i want us to be happy.
I want everything to have been worth it.
and as we clasp our hands so tightly before we venture on through that last light,
I'll tell you i love you. and you made my life worth living.