A Needle in the EyeA Needle in the Eye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"A needle in the eye"
Diseased and broken, flawed and decayed.
Brittle bones and nails, dull as dust and fine as powder, swept under the rug.
Glass eyes follow shadows, dancing around the dim room.
Neutral grays and blues cast ghostly glares and memories throughout the area.
Each blink of those glass eyes bring one closer to the end of their time.
Curled in a corner, ancient brown, and dry as tea leaves. Discarded and forsaken. Ashes spilled, a
broken pot lies strewn, clay shards like a puzzle never meant to be pieced together.
Empty hearts like a graveyard.
Eyes full of sorrow, like the full moon, ivory and glass.
Pain fear and regret, no longer haunt.
All is forgotten, besides silence and a needle in the eye.
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
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
Ordinary Day PruCanCanada made his way through the woods, a smile playing his face. He loved the outdoors, and whenever he had the chance, he took advantage of it. The spring sun was shining brightly above him, the white clouds slowly rolling past. He breathed in the woods' Earthy scent, and his smile widened. If he could spend every single moment of his life here, he would gladly give up everything to do so. The Canadian boy made his way to a clearing, and decided that this would be a good place to rest.Ordinary Day PruCan4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He sat down on an abandoned tree stump, and oberserved his surroundings. The flowers were poking through the thick, green grass, soaking up the sun's rays. Little specks of blue and red danced in the wind as they tried to find a way out of the green sea. The blonde smiled, and picked one of the flowers out of the ground. "It's so peaceful here," he said aloud, sniffing the flower. "Why can't every single day be like this?"
His blue eyes flickered over to the middle of the meadow, seeing another man stan
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
Brony dictionary version 2Chapter 1: brony EnglishBrony dictionary version 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: fan terms
Chapter 3: shipping related terms
Chapter 4: general equestrian terms in reality (may not hold true in the show)
Chapter 5: general equestrian terms in the show
Chapter 6: pony abilities and tricks
Chapter 7: meme
Chapter 8: G1 to G3.5
Chapter 1: Brony English
1. Anypony = anyone
2. blank flank = a young pony without a cutie mark
3. cowpony = cowboy, cowgirl
4. Everypony = Everyone
5. featherbrain = a term for a pony that is forgetful
6. Fillies and gentlecolts = Ladies and gentlemen
7. Hay yeah! =Hell yeah!
8. Hayseed = 1. It's an expletive Trixie used when she talked to Applejack. 2. Hayseed is also the name of a pony.
9. hoof-biting = nail-biting
10. hoofmade = handmade
11. hoof-picked = hand-picked
12. hoof-shaking = hand-shaking
13. hoof-wrestling = arm wrestling
14. hooved-stitched = hand-stitched
15. Hooves = hands or feet
16. Horseapples = expletive
17. It's time to pony up = it's time to man up
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
White HeatWhite lightsWhite Heat6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In the hospital.
I feel so sick
While I lay in the dark
You stripped the walls
Taking away all evidence of me.
Like threads slowly coming undone
For a few hours
I was gone.
While I trembled
You unraveled the pieces of my life.
You buried words and poetry
Broke the strands of atmosphere
And erased my memory.
While my soul crept into quiet death
You let my fingerprints drip away
The wall was white and empty
As you lay me down in boxes;
A quiet burial in cardboard decay.
Just like in the hospital
You sterilized the walls
From illness and unhappy mind
Stroked underneath the bruises
And papered me away.
When I returned
Desperate for security
For something to hold
To my chest
To keep me from
Out of reality;
I found myself
In an empty white room
With every piece of me
And every word
and glory came.he lives in the cityand glory came.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they wrote about in
magazines and all the
newspapers, and he
still believes in being happy
and living life alive.
she lives in the greener
grass we dream about; except
it's only green in color
with no metaphorical
his favorite word is hipbones
and he tries to use it
everyday but all it gets him is
funny looks on the subway.
he's not crazy; he just
likes words most
people don't know
her favorite song is
absolute silence because
her parents took her voice
away; but she's still
singing life like she
she's a pretty girl; but she knows
that won't get her
life and love.
it's saturday night and
they are alone.
he broke into a hospital to
see his best friend; but
his best friend hasn't been there
in weeks but he still believes.
that's the problem with
people these days; they put
hope their in the hopeless and
try to look on the bright-
side when dancing in the dark
is so much more fun.
she broke into the
the edge.i'm afraid to write of love because i fear that if i do, i will only stumble into the sky and fall with the stars, and you'll never stay to wait out the crawling-spider nights again. i'm afraid to write of love because i cannot let myself love. (but i think it's too late for that resolution.)the edge.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and i've broken so many promises along the way that i don't know how much i have left to go on. so i'll weave together the lies, half-truths, and pure honesty, and hope that in time, not even i will know the difference. no one bothers to ask for the truth, anyway. (and neither do you.)
and maybe you'll believe me when i tell you that i'm only a work of fiction, the pieces of an amateur's less-than-perfect work of art and the bones of a carcass long-extinct, molded together into some kind of monster. and maybe i'll believe me, too. but i know that in drawing nearer, you're slipping away, because i am not real and you are too threaded to this world to even care.
so now i am watching from beneath the
a relapseyesterday afternoon i regurgiated somea relapse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
assignment & I
fantasised about killing myself. quietly,
with pills. a handful of pills. all the pills
that could fit in my
mouth. my house is full of pills because
i'm a reliable kind of breathing
i'm a trustworthy patient.
or i could tie a noose out of birthday cards.
or my razor could slip.
or all the air in my room could become poisonous.
I don't know what I'm going to do. I have
vast reserves of talent that I waste on
vague humourous reflections of inhumanity
I don't know. I just wanted to tell someone
that I might be sick
in the head
again. I started thinking of ending
things beautifully and now
i can't stop thinking of my death.
drowning mermaidsa body of water lays crumpled on the side of the road,drowning mermaids5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ambulance lights gyrate and the shrieks of the seabirds
are drowned out by the wailing siren, saaave meee, saaave meee.
the cops mill around, doodling stick figures and question marks on their pads,
and no one really knows anything about the bodies unaccounted for.
if it looks like a fish, smells like a fish,
it's probably a dead girl wrapped in plastic bags,
that's what the police men are laughing about over coffee at denny's that night.
she looked beautiful, like a mermaid, one of the rookies muttered,
a thin boy with downcast eyes staring into the depths of his mug.
his skin was gray, his eyes were gray, his shirt was gray,
he was all gray and empty and totally alone with his collegues.
hey, boy, cheer up. you find a lot of stiffs doing this job.
one of them says, thumping him on the back. we're all gonna die, eventually.
the boy only continues to stare into his drink.
later, at night, the gray bo
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
I wish you were Music - 5 of 5I wish you were here,I wish you were Music - 5 of 57 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were music,
The blessing of calling you my own
And though all the critics said it would never happen for me,
That altos and sopranos belong to theaters and dreams,
And the music of your ballad would remain an epic figment,
But to their surprise our concert was heavenly melody,
Featuring all celestial choirs; audience of bards, poets and cupids
smile, touch, movehide, pretty girlsmile, touch, move5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they want to get
in your head, and
hold you like a pen,
thumb on the ribs,
index on the spine,
middle on the neck
and stroke this
they want to
by the waist
teach you to
dear humpty dumpty, i win.i'm stuck,dear humpty dumpty, i win.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i never wanted it to be this way,
dirty rotten confiscations are filling my core,
i am losing myself,
within my own bones,
my frame is a tunnel,
a maze of fucked over everythings,
holding up simultaneous nothings,
what if east isn't east?
what if west isn't west?
don't even get me started on
north and south,
those mother fucking directions,
are stretching me at the limbs,
a golden gate bridge of sorts,
i have a feeling it is only a few more days,
until the apocalypse of my arteries,
before i snap,
my body becomes its own
there will no longer be a pangaea named,
tell me when your heart stopswe are laying in cradles of heart stopping emotions, running through our hair on a sunday morning, and after confession and around mytell me when your heart stops5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rose colored rosaries. i want you to know that when you leave, i will be watching from our curtained bed room window and i line up plants under my feet because if i am going to cry the water might as well be
put to good use. tell me when you stop thinking, or stop breathing. tell me
when you hear silence so keen in the air you run back to me and realize,
i am gone. i never existed. tell me
when you loved me.
so that i can forget.
Her Darkness Before the Always DawnDirty words can’t hideHer Darkness Before the Always Dawn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What you pull into your lungs.
The dark filth that creeps out:
It’s burned into your bones.
She constantly coughs it up
Just to swallow it down again,
He shuts his eyes to her smile
But his embrace is all the same.
Their world is a crashing inferno-
Empty attic minds full of ghosts.
All seems quiet for a minute,
Then a spray of what they fear most.
A blazing flash of black,
She screams for what she once knew.
Rotten wood encases her past,
Buried six feet beneath fading boots.
The stars are falling from the sky
But the night will carry on.
He kisses her scars, one last goodbye
Before the always dawn.
How to say it...Como decirloHow to say it...Como decirlo5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Una y otra y otra vez
Vuelvo, sin remedio, a tropezar
Una y otra y otra vez
Vuelvo, sin remedio, a desplomar
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Si lo único que hago es hablar
Si lo único que hago es fastidiar
A quienes no deseo perder
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Si sé que lo hago mal
Si sé que debo callar
Para no herir, no caer
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Para demostrar realmente
Que no quiero perderte.
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Eres la única que me perdonó
Que, a pesar de todo, siempre
Estuvo a mi lado, sin razón.
Perdón, perdón, mil veces
Por ser mi amiga de corazón
Por no olvidarte
Por siempre perdonarme
Perdón, perdón mil veces
4 de Marzo del 2010
heartbeats like thunder.If you understand lonelinessheartbeats like thunder.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you remember the night you could have crawled
into his chest, made a bed for yourself like an animal
beside his heart. You remember the heat of the word inside,
and the sudden unfairness that he could be inside of you
when you were the one who needed to be that close,
when you were the one who needed that relief.
If you understand hunger
you remember the way you touched his body carefully, this home
you built for yourself with unsteady hands, counted
the spaces between his ribs, pressed your cheek
against them, listened for his breathing like a storm
outside your window. You remember the fierce violence
of your want, the impossibility.
If you understand need
you remember the night you thought you'd die
they don't have words for thisi.they don't have words for this4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes i can't breathe because i realize
how many choices i make in a day and i become
terrified that i will never again make the right
series of decisions to make me feel whole again
once upon a time i knew who i was but lately
it feels as if i'm getting lost; i've moved to new
streets and fallen asleep to a new smell but
nothing is setting my crooked pulse right
when no one's home i fight the urge to crawl
into bed and close my eyes and relive the moments
i want back the most; i tell myself that when i
open them my life won't be just in my dreams
and i'm starting to think that maybe i took too
many chances and fell too many times in my life
but if someone knows the secret to living without
a tumble then they know the secret to not living at all
maybe i could fix this if i slowed my breathing and
let someone into me to tidy up and make me whole;
maybe i could fix this but this heartandsoulache is
the closest they've been to feeling in a long time