A poem full of hope and thanksA poem full of hope and thanks.A poem full of hope and thanks3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Though with a depressed state of mind
And lack of enthusiasm
I do have much to be thankful for
Though none is thankful for me.
And even though I am not appreciated for what I am.
I look forward to being appreciated for what I will become.
I'm thankful for the persistence I've created for myself to push on in this
Hard time I've stumbled into.
I'm thankful for the hope in my heart that everything will get better.
I'm thankful to know that someday I will be truly loved.
The magic in me shines bright with hope and endurance.
And that's what helps me push on
And I am very thankful for that.
The strength in my heart.
It's Called Love- CH3It's Called Love- CH34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The rest of the day studying went rather peaceful. Alfred seemed to be really impressed by my drawings, even though I think they didn't really look as good as he told me, but still it made me a little happy to see someone impressed about something I made for once. This didn't happen often.
We stayed at the library until it closed and afterwards we wandered around on the street for a bit, Alfred still giving small glances to my bruised hand every now and then.
"Artie, I wanna come over to yer place!" Alfred said excitedly. Unfortunately for him, I never let someone get near my home. I didn't like it if people got ideas about what was going on in the household. It's none of their business.
"No," I replied shortly, not caring about explaining; It'd cause me even more trouble.
"Aw, but why, Artie? We're friends!" The other guy now pouted. Damn git
"Just because I don't want to. But we could eat something before going back home?"
"Yes! Okay, sounds awesome, I wanna ea
Fat GirlI am the girl with the pretty faceFat Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who 'could be so beautiful'
I had to develop a personality
Had to become funny and likeable
Had to perfect the art of the one-minute introduction
And I am not lovely
I am personable
I am not the ingénue
I am the character actress
I will say "yes."
That is what separates us from the pack.
We will say "yes."
And we will make jokes at our own expense
We will learn to laugh when someone pokes our belly
We will flirt without fear
Because we've already been shot down so many times
That what is one more rejection?
We will live life like others cannot
Full of reckless abandon
And joy and fun and laughter
Because the quickest way to learn to not give a fuck
Is to be one of us
For we have been so downtrodden
We have been so shamed
That we've grown callouses on our BMIs
And if you call me fat,
I will laugh and say, "Obviously."
Darling, if you wear your pain like armor
No one can use it to hurt you
And in the end, we will all be the same
And we will all fee
i don't have the wordsI'm getting used to this feelingnot because it's comfortable. In fact, it's lodged itself between my lungs and my ribcages and makes every moment a gasp for air. But I've grown into itinto relearning how to breathe, into talking in more of a whisper so that people feel like they need to be closer just to hear what I'm saying, into rewiring my circuitry so that every waking moment isn't spent deciphering what's in my head.i don't have the words5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Since the thing is explaining that would be like trying to hold up the sky with just the palm of your hand. Millions of years of the atmosphere and gravity existingcompletely unyieldingall reduced to you with the entire world in your grasps. That's how big this feeling is. The size of the sky couldn't even hold it. Trying to tell you what I'm thinking is like figuring out what actually keeps our hearts beating even when we have no idea. Or reasoning how it is that even after someone leaves there's a piece of them alive in every person that's st
Two perfect strangersTwo perfect strangers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two perfect strangers ,a girl and a boy,
Met by coincidence,
On a cold summer's night.
Their eyes did not meet,
As the boy's were closed,
Under the moon's vague light.
He cried in grief,
But his blindness kept him
From seeing the one that could help.
The wind set them apart,
And without saying goodbye,
They grew far away ,step by step.
That night the girl has seen
Hell's tree of knowledge,
As the guy haunted her dreams,
Giving her false hope and courage.
Waking up to reality, she met him once again.
It was a hot summer's morning,
His breaths were short and his heartbeats weak,
As he turned to walk away.
She held onto him, didn't want him to leave
But let go as his hands were freezing.
His eyes were still closed as a fog grew between them,
Preventing the girl from saying the words,
that's the price she will pay.
"You will not say goodbye,nor meet him again"
Said the fog, as it vanished,
Turning into tears that fell down on the grave
In her heart that her soul has banished.
Two perfect s
Didn't You Know?Didn't You Know?Didn't You Know?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A US/Canada One Shot
Matthew placed Kumajiro on the floor and flopped onto his bed.
It had been another taxing day on the North American country. He'd sat six hours in the Allies conference, ignored by all of the Allies. Apparently, they couldn't see him.
"Hey." Kumajiro climbed onto the bed and nosed the back of his head. Matthew rolled over and gazed at the miniature polar bear. "Are you sick?"
Matthew sat up and thought. His deep moment was short-lived however.
There was a tremendous banging on his front door.
"MATTHEW? MATT! WHERE ARE YOU! IT'S YOUR FAVORITE HERO!"
Matthew ran down the stairs and yanked open the door, coming face to face with America, his brother.
Alfred walked in, saying, "I brought you a hamburger. Where were you today, dude? The Allies had a conference! It was something else, too! We got nothing done and China built a city and there was this ghost in the room!" He shivered as he handed Matthew the McDonalds bag an
If Only You KnewI like you, but what can I do?If Only You Knew4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You want her, though she isn't true.
I could be the greatest,
But sadly, this is no contest.
I understand, I hope you know,
It is something I try to show.
So you see and wouldn't fear,
When she decides to come near.
I can wait, this is certain.
And I don't wish to be a burden.
I don't think you can really see,
Just how much I'd like you with me.
Probably not best I'm writing this.
Because stating my feelings could go amiss.
Above all I wish for your friendship,
Even above a fruitful relationship.
If only you knew.
Broken HeartBroken Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your words today were so cold,
And bitter as well.
They took me by surprise,
And hurt my soul as well.
Everywhere you went I always
Tried to be there,
Helping and reaching out,
Showing you how much I cared.
Yet today I was dealt a bitter blow,
To a heart that was always true,
For I never saw you just as a friend,
You were the sister I never knew.
So many things we shared,
The good and the bad,
Our ups and downs,
Now I am sitting here,
writing this with tears and a frown.
I thought you knew me better than that,
I truly believed you did,
But maybe I was mistaken,
It was all just in my head.
Tears flow from my eyes,
as I lay down tonight,
With a weary heart,
For your words and actions
today have broken and torn it apart.
Arthur NobodyArthur works the night shift at a generically scummy bar so that he can sit all day in a coffee shop and write like the bohemian he can't really afford to be. This will not be a major contextual issue.Arthur Nobody9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He sits now as he does every day, abusing the good-natured "free refill" system, drinking enough caffeine to relieve the fact that he works all night and drinks (coffee) all day. Sleeping fits into the equation in patches without regularity. He sleeps when his body requires it, and his body sometimes requires it when he's in the middle of doing something else. He sleeps when on the bus and misses his stop, or dozes as he is about to drain a cup of coffee, allowing him to roll his eyes at the irony when he jerks back to consciousness, because his is a life of mundanity where falling asleep in a wacky situation, for example, at the wheel of a car, is unlikely, not least because he can't drive. Today, as ever, he has with him an el
I wish you were Wind - 1 of 5I wish you were here,I wish you were Wind - 1 of 57 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were wind,
My heart without you tragically malingering satisfaction
And though the days to come will try to cloud my thoughts of you,
Our moonlit memories will clear my skies in reminiscence,
Until the sunrise of your name brings forth your breeze through the trees,
Moving through this forest of dreamers ever so gracefully,
Just to find me longing, awaiting your dew in whispers through my leaves
I wish you were Fire - 4 of 5I wish you were here,I wish you were Fire - 4 of 57 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were flame,
Blazing through all of my emotions
And though I feel tempted to lay by your warming light,
I heed the burning desire to fuel such fascinating moment,
While the fire in your waist dances in my arms begging to engulf me whole,
Bringing forth the warmth of your breathtaking silhouette by the flames of our obsession,
Combustion of volatile sensations, flammable embraces, explosive afternoons
It Hurts."I was scared you would say 'no'.It Hurts.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That's why I never asked you.
But it hurt more to have never asked you."
FreezeFreeze5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
No death, no sound, no life
As this rose signifies
Inside I mourn
Over a powerful feeling
My heart is torn
Come, winter frost
Do what you must
For your ice can freeze
And it endures for eternity
Among many hearts
It is better to freeze
Than to endure this pain
So blow your winds
With its cold frost
And let it stop
For this, winter is forever
Among the ice and frost
If spring comes near
And melts the snow
And the frost
Forever trapped, in the cold
Forever cold, in the frost
Until my heart gets true sun
Until my heart gets true love
Mortician's DaughterI saw her walking down the street, her dark hair spilling like ink over her shoulders, her skin the color of alabaster. She moved with ease as she passed, focusing on some far away object I'd never know. I watched as she moved away, slipping from my grasp with each step. I wanted so badly to call out to her, to ask her where she was going, and if I could join her. But I didn't stop her; she kept moving, never noticing my existence. I watched her walk around the corner and the one fleeting moment that she was in my life ended.Mortician's Daughter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found her again two years later, when I was in college. I was taking an art course and there she was, sitting two rows ahead and one seat to the right. I recognized her immediately, the same beautiful hair, the same flawless skin, but she didn't look my way. She continued to take notes, her black hair falling from behind her ear. How I wanted to reach and place it back, but I resisted the urge. I just watched her, glances from the corner of my eye, to
second chances don't fit here.i never feel coldersecond chances don't fit here.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than when i'm talking to you.
i don't know what this says about us.
but i know that i worry about the way
you complicate something as simple as
the beating of my heart. i don't think
i love you. not yet. not since. not
ever but maybe that's just the strong
sense of denial i've built up in the
past few months. i don't think i'll be
okay. not now. not really. not quite.
maybe you were good for me once
but you're no good for me now.
i often wonder what would happen if i
stopped speaking for awhile since all
my words ever do is make a mess out of
things that should be easy. the thing is
that when i'm happy i let myself write
a better story than what i have. i get
carried away and i make believe myself
to be a more lovable character than i'll
ever be. but this isn't fiction and the
fact is sometimes all we get is one
perfect moment. my moment was you.
but darling, when it's over, it's over.
there are no chances left. not anymore.
i don't really think i'm hopeless even
I wish you were Earth - 3 of 5I wish you were here,I wish you were Earth - 3 of 57 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were stone,
Your worth immeasurable by gold
And though there may be many diamonds shining bright from heartfelt rings,
None would refract the light and hopes of my soul like you,
Because the delightful mineral composition of your body cannot be matched,
And no cut will fit you best than the one by the side of your dress,
Revealing the crystal clear reflection of my desires by the heartbeat of your every step
Son of Difference ::PruCan::"I'm sorry for being alive." A man with curly golden locks matted to his face murmured to his plush of a polar bear. He winces at his own words, but makes no note to change his words for the future. It's a habit that he will keep on saying. He will keep on saying it until something comes along that makes him think otherwise.Son of Difference ::PruCan::5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He shifts in his place in the mud and peers up at the tall canopy of trees, watching as the rain washes over everything and wipes all impurities away like the dirt on his only companion's fur. He presses the toy closer to his chest as he bitterly wonders if anybody even remembered that he was out here.
"I bet nobody even remembers me." He tells the bear, picking up his empty basket and placing it onto his head for some shelter against the rain. He blows the one curly strand of hair away from his face and watches it disappear from view and appear again. "Maybe I should just stay here and die. It's not like anyone will notice " Matthew mumbles into Kumajiro's
Prisoner ::PruCan::He obediently walked to his doom, wrists cut up and cuffed behind his back, a cocked and loaded gun pointed at his head. Dull red eyes watched the ground and lead legs dragged themselves along the ground as the enemies from all sides ushered him forward nervously. One pushed open the door, stealing a quick glance inside, before dragging the defeated man forward and into the room. The door shut behind him, temporarily throwing him into darkness before dim lights switched on.Prisoner ::PruCan::5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A tall man looked up from where he was pouring vodka into his glass cup and smiled. "You're here! I'm been looking forward to this for quite some time~" He finished pouring the liquid and poured another one for his guest before picking both in one meaty hand. In the other hand, he twirled around the small silver key to the cuffs. "I'm very happy to have you here Prussia, you know that don't you?" He sings as he approaches.
Pale and bitten lips pulled back into a snarl as Gilbert shows the shackles to the taller male
The ArtistSo, I'm walking down the street, and I knowThe Artist7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's not going to be my fucking day,
when this guy crouched on the ground snarks up at me,
'Oy! That's my artwork.'
And I look down and see
he's done one of these street drawings on the paving slabs;
a majestic sweeping landscape with fields and
waterfalls and volcanoes and my
size eleven shoe prints stomping across
a mountain range.
'Oops, shit, fuck, sorry.' And I step into the road.
I hadn't seen the tram, which knocked me high
into the air, and I landed face down
on the pavement, both my legs broken, blood pissing
out of my side, adding some much needed colour
to a lake in the man's landscape. I unstick
my face from the paving and notice the guy
is drawing a chalk outline around my body.
'Get the fuck off me, and call an ambulance!' I tell him.
He runs off and evidently he did as I'd asked,
as an ambulance pulls up just eight minutes later.
Two paramedics scramble out and start scanning the road
for something. I try to holler at them but
and this part was for her.i saw myself through your eyes todayand this part was for her.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so i cut my stomach open and pulled you out.
you were dripping in blood and body
you were insipid and simpering
and sad, mostly sad, always sad.
i told you i was sorry but i couldnt love me
because then what would you do,
and you said that was okay because
you didnt know what you would do either.
so i kissed you and it was warm
and wet because we smiled
and because at least one of us was crying.
i told you i would have to write a poem
about this and keep it as close to fact as i could,
and you said okay, you wanted to
remember it as well.
i forgot to tell you i loved you then.
i could tell you now but im scared
you couldnt forgive me for forgetting.
i tell you a hundred times a day
that you mean more to me
than a rabbit to a fox, water to dry ground.
i tell you
but i still didnt tell you when i had to.
i could kiss you but i couldnt kiss you
at the right time,
.tell me a lie_she said, "Lie to me".tell me a lie_5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he said, "I love you"
I hate youI hate you4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I hate you so much,I don't know why we keep in touch
you said that I'm the only one for you,but your actions showed that this is ain't true
My heart sucked dry,and dont ask me why,becuase you know the reason is you
I'll just sit here by the wall,and watch you die all alone
you always knew but you didn't want to say
now look on the mess you have done, tomorrow i'll be gone
nothing left to fix or break, can't decide whats true or fake
I just wanted you to resurrect me,but instead you broke me to a million pieces
should I run or should I wait,Should I hold or should I break
I'm just trying to revive from all those scars you gave me
I tried to break out from this emotional prison but without any luck, I've failed again
you mislead me,deceived me,
always lie and tricked me
I bought it like a fool,
now I know how cruel you are
all you leave is pain and scars...
The Story of Mertle Kang.The Story of Mertle Kang.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A story By Chaz
Hello my name is Mertle. I don't like to talk about it, but it's okay in here right? Well, I was born with a physical defect. In other words, I have a penis. I don't like to talk about it, people always pick on me when I tell them. I don't really understand why people find it so disturbing. I'm still human, I still have feelings.
Having a penis isn't so bad. I don't get periods and it's easy to poke people, if you know what I mean. The only sort of relationship I've had is with my hand, but I think we've started to grow apart. I mean, I've had a growth spurt in my torso and now I can't reach it. This is a problem as when I need to bathe every month or so, I cannot tend to that area and it has long since grown fungus and cobwebs.
I wouldn't say I was ugly as such, I'm definately not pretty, though. I look like a cross between Susan Boyle and an Orc.
My parents disowned me when they found out about my physical deformity. I was raised by moomins, but the
Making History"What do I mean to you?"Making History4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was sitting there, wearing that dress that made her look like a Thursday night just before a long weekend, and a smile on her lips that could have confused the Mona Lisa herself.
"What do I mean to you?"
It was not like she had to repeat herself. It's just that he needed to find an answer that would find its way to her thrice broken heart.
"What do I mean to you?"
And since the third time's the charm, he opened his mouth and let her know.
"You aren't pretty.
You aren't lovely.
You aren't any of the things that make the world go around.
You aren't a doll, you never do what you're told.
You aren't a listener, and you talk too much."
Her face crumbled and she turned away, long hair falling over her face like a curtain. And then, a soft voice, like a single light in a dark room, found its way into her broken heart.
"What you are, is the kind of girl who is beautiful.
What you are, is the kind of girl who is unique.
What you are, is the kind of gir