Cabinet-Color Tulleshe's a dirty, dirty liarCabinet-Color Tulle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with her slippers in the brier
and her skirts slightly askew
like she might consider you
to be her only suitor...
but she's gold and you're just pewter
she is crooked mahogany bones
that seal their splintered lips alone.
her image of softly bowing petals
hides a framework of twisted metal.
in her soul she knows she's artificial
so she breaks a heart with each dismissal
she chases boys from town to town
leaves 'em bleeding on the way back down
pirouetting like she learned in dance;
she's a queen and a vixen at a glance
but deep down inside she's so much worse.
no breathing mortal escapes her curse
i saw her once, on the day you died
and no actress can cry the way she cried.
still, i noticed that her eyes were clean
and her pastel makeup remained pristine
the police ignored the testimony that i gave,
but i swear to god i saw her dancing on your grave.
Heart AcheI guess it shouldn't bother me that I see her there, but it just hurts so much.Heart Ache9 years ago in Teen More Like This
Maybe it won't bruise my skin, but these scars will still not heal, no matter how much time passes.
Why is it whenever I get close to someone they fall into the arms of another?
I look away because I fear if I see any more I'm gonna cry, I don't want to do that. Not today, not ever.
But it's been spread around, she doesn't care about personality or anything, as long as they have moderately good looks and will shag her brains she doesn't give a damn.
I still can't get my head around it though.
My chest hurts, but it's not painful, it's more through anguish and despair.
When I realise.
It's my heart.
I suddenly realise, some one is next to me, you.
I feel something around me, but I'm confused and too afraid tears will spill out if I look at what it is.
But I do listen.
"What's wrong?" I hear you asking, but I can't trust myself to reply. My vocal cords have failed me before in this sort of situation, an
+Impossible Love -- ch 01+Impossible Love+Impossible Love -- ch 01+8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My name is…
With a moan, I turned around and turned off the alarm clock. The beginning of a new day… I should get out of bed.
Instead, I turned around and pulled the sheets over my head. Fuck the new day. Sleep is all I want.
My name is Sakura. Haruno Sakura. I live in Japan and life sucks. I am the dork of my school, have four as unpopular friends as I am (who are really nice by the way. I should be glad I at least have them) and I never had a boyfriend before. Must be because of my bad slash weird looks.
I have green eyes and short, pink hair. Yes, pink. It just reaches my shoulders. I am a real tomboyish girl – I hate skirts and make-up so much! I always walk around in black, baggy clothes. My figure is quite okay and my breasts are to big for a 14-year-old, but if I want a
The DollYou were treating me like I am not a human being,The Doll5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were acting as if I have got no feelings,
I was blind, I wasn't seeing.
As if I was your doll,
Not even your favourite one.
What do you expect me to do?
You need to realise, I'm gone!
You played by it,
You even hit!
You hit it,
You broke it,
Whenever you felt like it doesn't fit.
And when you wanted to, you would fix it,
With no words, when you just sit.
You sit next to it,
And treat it anyways.
It just wanted you to talk to it,
Even a little tiny bit.
You are the one to blame,
You are the one who walked away,
Whenever I came.
I am sorry,
I can no more be your messed up life's frame.
Your doll is not plastic,
It can NOT be recycled.
I just want you to know,
I used to believe we were meant to be.
But I can no more show,
My buried feelings.
Your doll is not plastic,
It can NOT be recycled.
It can't keep looking fantastic,
Like the first time you picked it.
I want you to remember these words of mine,
I did anything for you,
I just want
VerbatimOn June seventeenth at 2:33 PM, Jacob Fantana falls off the roof and hits his head. This is the approximate time that Cory later gives him. It is a particularly nasty fall: The house they had been roofing is two stories, built on a hill. At the hospital, the doctors wreathe thick gauze around Jake's head and subject him to a series of tests. Rachel cries as Dr. Dubey explains that x-ray computed tomography has revealed a mild skull fracture and bruising on his inferior frontal gyrus. Jake stares without interest at the diagrams and fiddles with his bandages. He attempts to console Rachel, but he is embarrassed, and worried about his insurance copay.Verbatim1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
They keep him overnight for observation. As Rachel drives him home the next day, she repeatedly reaches over to touch Jake's hand on the armrest. He smiles politely and grasps her fingers in return. Through the window, he watches the bland streets of Sandusky pass by. The brakes on Rachel's Lumina whine quietly at every stoplight. Ja
ToA - Last Smile - GuyLukeBlood…ToA - Last Smile - GuyLuke8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was everywhere…
It was splattered on the floor…
I held my sword tightly, it's blade glimmering as I pulled my sword out of the guard's abdomen. Another one was behind me, but I slashed through his throat just as easily as I did the rest. Blood splattered right on my face, but I didn't care. Another one came… and another… and another… but I did not stumble. Their cries of pain were heard as they fell down on the cold bloodied ground.
My comrade came behind me – his own sword in hand. He went up towards me as he placed an old hand on my shoulder. "I'll take care of these fools." He told me as he faced the upcoming guards. "You go and take care of what you went here for."
I gave out a small nod as I slowly walked away from the scene. The moon was a full one tonight, and all of these cries and bloodshed would soon be revealed as the sun rises from it's hiding place. But for now… the moon reigns. The moon was by my si
letter to an ember.if I could say anythingletter to an ember.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to the me of four years ago,
it would be
"brush your hair."
"clean up your eyeliner,
you look like an emo raccoon,"
"there are other colors
didn't you get the memo?"
I would then follow it up
by telling you
that your writing sucks,
and that you will one day
throw out all of the journals
you currently hold so dear.
but that's okay.
I'm not the first to spit such
venom in your ear
and I will not be the last.
the good thing is that
you will keep writing
no matter what I tell you
and no matter how much
the smoke of old words stings your eyes.
I've always admired
your tenacity, kid.
I'm sure you're curious
about the future,
and what things are like
for you when you get to be my age.
it's not my place to spoil
I'll give you a hint,
you buy better clothes.
you find people who
make you feel like you're beautiful
and like you're worth it
and like you finally
an open letter to my twelve year old selfone day you will cut all your hair off,an open letter to my twelve year old self2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hang up a map of the world in your
room and you will look at it on days
you think your life is going nowhere.
i hate to tell you this, but this isn’t
your worst year. it also isn’t your
one day you will cut all your hair off
and realize that some poems need to be read
out loud, to an audience, so you’ll take a hammer
and some nails and build yourself one
out of a girl whose veins look fragile but
whose bones are strong, a boy who isn’t as tall as
he thinks he is, but whose lifelines are the deepest
you’ve ever seen, and a girl whose eyes remind you of the
east coast shore.
one day you will cut all your hair off,
and learn that you can like pink
just as much as you like blue
and the world will not fall apart
along its fault lines. there are other flags
you can wave with pride that
one day you will cut all your hair off
and figure out how to forgive yourself,
figure out how to sta
virginity pledge.put your hands onvirginity pledge.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
either side of my hipbones
I wanna hear
my own innocence
how to write better poetry.i.how to write better poetry.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
drink down the words
of the greats in a wine glass.
hell, drink down the words
of teenagers struggling
to straighten out the
gas and brake pedals
of their pens.
drink it all,
carefully structured stanzas
and sloppy melting words
make time for it
even if it's midnight
and all the world is humming
its sleep song.
dig up your soul
and shake down the dirt
over and over
until it becomes habit.
(and I know that might
sound like a pretty metaphor,
but it's easier said than done.)
do it when it hurts.
do it when that one person
you never thought you'd lose
leaves you nightcrawling.
do it when you're so tired
you speak in natural riddles,
do it mentally at morning coffee
and grocery checkouts.
force it until it feels
after all, no one is born a poet;
we carve ourselves fresh,
make art from our own
find a springtime kid
with the kind of smile
that causes shipwrecks.
he will warn you to stay away,
but you will
1985 Parody: Tsunade's LamentTsunade's Lament1985 Parody: Tsunade's Lament8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To the song 1985 by Bowling for Soup
Tsunade just hit the wall
She never had it all.
One Prozac a day,
Boyfriend was DOA
Her dreams went out the door
When she turned 24,
Never rescued one man
What happened to her plan?
She was gonna be a medic.
She was gonna be a star.
She was gonna ride her slug
To all the coolest bars.
Her crony Shizune is now the enemy
Looks at her average life,
And nothing has been all right since
Way before Iruka,
There was Chouza, Shikaku,
And Kyuubi still on killing sprees
Her genin, in Med School,
They tell her that she's uncool,
'Cause she's still preoccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
She's done all the jutsus,
She knows every sign,
She went out with Dan,
Not a big Jiraiya fan.
Thought she'd lend a hand
In battle to a wounded man.
Where's the miniskirt made of snake skin?
Who's that Emo kid who's training with Oro-kun?
When did Itachi go Nuke?
Whatever happened to ramen, vodka, and Nawaki?
(And in the
My Stories that RhymeMy Stories that Rhyme</i>My Stories that Rhyme8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Supposedly Ive been writing poetry for a while
But every time I hear that I always go in denial
Joining all these clubs and writing for my friends
Why cant anybody comprehend?
I say this in my head time after time
I do not write poems, I write stories that rhyme
A poem shares experience whether true or fake
Poems dont need to rhyme, for Petes sake
They draw the reader in to the story they tell
They need suspense, action, emotion, and good vocabulary as well
My works have little of this, and thats not a crime
If I dont write poems but stories that rhyme
Its not a poem because I rhyme a few words
Thats actually the dumbest thing I have heard
Not many of my stories can use that claim
Dont be deceived just because they sound the same
Im not a good poet, and I dont mind
Just keep writing my stories my stories that rhyme
bleach.she's been living on over-doses ever since she was sixteen,bleach.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and now that her body's been scrubbed clean inside and out
she just sits in the dark with nothing to do but think about the things she could have been.
a little girl once said "don't be something that you're not",
but that girl was just quoting her mother, who just read it in a book.
the little girl plays alone and hopes that when she's older
she'll have better things to do than sit in a little red wagon that doesn't move.
her daddy's drug is legal, and her momma's addiction is fed
by seven-eleven and supermarkets.
her words go unheard. she's left out to play
for hours in a grass backyard.
"those friends are trouble, nothing but trouble"
is what her daddy always said
Does It Matter?Attack On Titan Reader X VariousBreath, you had to remember. This was your first lesson in the scouting region, and you did not want to mess this up.Does It Matter?Attack On Titan Reader X Various2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You swung tree to tree with your 3DMG gear. Feeling the wind in your face, running though your (h/l) (h/c) hair, that was up in a messy ponytail. You loved the feeling, almost as if you where flying. The speed you were going is making your body bend in a only-somewhat uncomfortable manor, your head tilted back. Passing a few strangers with a large variety of looks, you smirked to yourself. Seeing the look of awe in their faces, you couldn't help but chuckle. ‘Too slow.’ You thought. The next couple of targets where so yours…As a matter of fact, you see one quickly coming up as you readied your blade.
You targeted your gear towards a crossing tree, easily hitting your target and with the velocity even hitting the wood. Your (e/c) eyes sparked as you barely had time to examine your work. Either way, you knew what had to be done, and did it.
dear katie.i.dear katie.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you felt the first heartache
that really mattered.
now you've become
a virgin painted black
biting your lip
and cultivating your bitterness.
but Katie, Katie,
it's not the last time.
you're gonna wind up
with bloodied knees
more times than you can count,
and you're gonna spend
many nights that leave
dripping into your pillows.
You're gonna panic
and almost crash your car.
you're gonna say infinite
hellos and goodbyes
in the span of a moment
and at times
you will feel like an apple tree
planted in a jam jar,
crushed and misplaced.
I'd be lying if I said
you won't grow.
you were wrong
every time you left without
and you were wrong
every time you went to sleep
without saying "I love you"
or giving a kiss goodnight.
you make mistakes
more often than not,
but you fix it.
or you learn to live with it,
that's the only way to recover.
you'll fall in love.
it won't be like
that boy or that <i>
The Death of HaikuThe Death of Haiku9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The Death of Haiku
by #TheOtherRoom Authors:
( ) - Sean Latta (Ghost-in-the-Corner)
* - Dan Lucas (danjklucas)
# - aoife-lushon
+ - Shaun Peterson (cool4dude)
~ - Andrew Kieras (Wracky)
= - a. hudym (navix)
 - Zachary W. Roberts (Spiff-Johnson)
Fall Evangelism *
Mormons walk the streets.
prowling and rambling along
like vicious lost leaves
weeping willow ~
the crying weeping willow
foster mother blues
So Long, Snow Cones +
June falls on its face
while July laughs and points at her.
Summer is ending.
Tea cakes taste so sweet
I'll eat them in morning sun
thinking thoughts of you
Too much fun *
Vomiting while drunk
is like Indian Summer—
Fall has too much fun.
Less is More? +
Winter is homeless.
Cardboard boxes are useless.
The cold is endless
Crystalled hearts in bloom,
Silver frosted petals hide,
Death is the last hope
A lot of raining
Maybe it will drown my fish
the one that meows
murky scum floats on
pyromania.I tasted your lips sideways,pyromania.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and they were lit like
but in reality,
your breath simply hovered
above the bowl,
and you smiled at me
as you lost control.
hi momhigh school’s getting a bit toughhi mom4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i just wanted to know if you’ve ever
looked in the mirror and thought that maybe
your five year old self was disappointed in you.
just wanted to ask if maybe you’re disappointed in me,
just wanted to tell you that this is a lot harder
than i thought it would be when i was five because
people are a lot more different now than they were then.
they're a lot better. and a lot worse and things are a lot
more complicated now that i realize the gerbil i had
when i was six didn’t just “fall asleep” while i was holding it
and the cat i had when i was eight didn’t really “run away”
while i was at grandma’s house.
i’m still not sure about the line between good lies
and bad lies but my friend told me it has something
to do with intent and i know you hate to
see me cry so even on days i feel like the dead sea
inside, i promise i will not let go.
i just wanted to ask you how it felt when dad told
Tsukishima Kei x Reader- TravestyTsukishima Kei x Reader- Travesty2 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
Alarm ripples through your body as the wave causes your nails to dig lightly into the flesh of the arm wrapped around your waist. Your breathing hitches and tattered breaths rush out of your parted lips, in place of the shriek that you arduously choke back. Morning sunlight seeps through the thin fabric of beige curtains, softly illuminating gold upon your anxious expression. Your dilated pupils is one of the telling features that showed you had just experienced a nightmare. Your skin crawls as a chill glides down your spine, and climbs it back up. You try gulping a harsh lump down, but it continues retaining an uncomfortable place around your throat. The still image of a tall back and your hand reaching out desperately toward it was carved in your mind. Something stings your eyes, and you soon realize that it was the tears that had begun wetting your optics.
With things being as it is, calming yourself down was going to be a hard task.
Fortunately, you weren't going to have to do it a
Sad GirlYou've pierced my heart and left me to dieSad Girl11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit all alone and wonder why
It's hard to go on without a heart
It was your razorblade words that tore it apart
Scribbling down sentences to describe how I feel
Nothing I write can feel this real
The mirror reflects a pain that will never fade
I'm trapped in a mess that I've made
Duct taping broken pieces that fit into place
Mascara running down my face
At a frantic pace my fingers missed
A lose piece fell and slit my wrist
Just enough to see a peek of red
The way this night ended I'd rather be dead
The Rogue FactorRise, fall, get up, stumble and runThe Rogue Factor3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's getting harder to catch a breath
in this cloud of scorching lies you've shoved me in.
Stop right there, I am not following you again
you, the one who held a scythe to my throat,
had only brought me closer to a death I didn't cry for.
It's a price I've paid for having faith in
you, the one with blooming roses
and stinging, poisonous thorns.
Whose dreams was I chasing?
Were they yours, mine or
were they the illusions of a distant fall?
Heaven and Hell crossed at your feet
but you took the wrong turn and blindly led the way,
straight into a fire that welcomed me with open arms.
Doubt someone like you can atone,
you, the one with a habit of tearing souls.
Yet here I stand, and fight
against you, once and for all.
I grew tired of letting you take control.
I found a strength in a goal you can't claim,
my life and my work are no longer yours.
Hope shines bright you monster,
I'm not going to be a victim,
I'm not holdi
FFXIII: Some Things You Just Do - EpilogueFFXIII: Some Things You Just Do - Epilogue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
(It is highly recommended that you read the Author's Notes below before reading this chapter.)
*** ~ Epilogue: Late Night Confessions ~ ***
Lightning didn’t know if she wanted to laugh, cry or bang her head against her desk until she lost consciousness. After Lightning's feelings were revealed to Fang, the look of surprised confusion on the Pulsian’s face drove her to do something she’d never done before.
Even when Fang chased after her, and yelled at her to stop, Lightning simply ran faster. Sprinting through Vallis Media was like a jog through the park. The moment Lightning hopped onto her chocobo, she zipped towards Neo Oerba like a bullet. And now here she was, sitting at her desk, with her forehead pressed against the wood. Banging her head on her desk sounded like a really good idea right about now.
Night was upon her. That ridiculous excuse for an expedition, disguised as a routine patrol, had taken much longer than anticipated. Morning drag