- S o r r y - - S o r r y -- S o r r y -5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry for so many things.
Sorry for making promises I couldn't keep,
Sorry for making you believe,
Sorry for making you remember all the pain.
I'm sorry your immune system sucks,
Sorry about your insecurities,
Invisible ChainsInvisible Chains4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound by invisible chains
Beseech the unknown for a knight
Open the cage to be set free
A key to open the lock
The lock that lives in my mind
Trapped in darkness
Hidden inside shadows
Sunlights flames are craved
Burn the flesh of the blameless
Surrounded by nightmares
Enemies inside myself
Weakness in the quake
Hush the sound of silence
Seize my handcuffs
Release me into my screams
Memories a trap
It lies in wait
Safety knocks on my door
Death twists the handle
Encircle the disease
Take the blind to darkness
Leave me to my madness
Blacken the unseen
Bound by invisible chains
I've missed you soLightening claws tearing the nightI've missed you so2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sharp sound of the dark paper
The silver coin of moon in the pond
The whispers between wind and leaves
Maybe I was wrong to leave
Maybe you were wrong to hope
Maybe you should've let it go
I've missed you so...
I'm just far too late to admit it...
The same color the sky holds
The same beauty of the spring
You seem so happy, can you not feel?
The emptiness I'm feeling without you?
Why are you smiling? There's nothing to laugh about
Why are you keeping silence? Can you not hear?
Why can't you leave me the same way I did to you?
I've missed you so...
I'm just far too late to admit it...
I'm so desperate, I'm so lost
Price of my sins, a heavy cost
The payback, is crushing my back
The pain in your eyes, slaughters my happiness
Can I put my head on your shoulders?
Can I gain the safety your arms hold?
Can you hold me like you did last time?
Before I run away, afraid of love?
Can you still love me when we can't reach?
Can you j
thinking and what notthe other day my girl asked me, 'what are you thinking, babe?' and i was tired as hell cause i'd taken all these pills that seduce your brain into shutting the fuck up. and so i know when i get all quiet and shit her brain goes crazy and i know that the first thing she's thinking is that it must be that somethin's wrong with her. she's cute as all hell i'm telling you. whenever i get quiet she's so goddamn insecure she thinks somethin's wrong with her. the best part about her is that you'd never know it. not unless you're some kinda holy spirit spittin prophet or you spend every single goddamn second that you're with her paying attention. it's in her knees, for chrissakes. i can see it in her knees. mostly her hands, though. and her voice. her eyes. how she touches me. but sometimes this fire wells up in her and it's like not a goddamn thing can stop her. not even ulysses s grant, even if he chased her all over this goddamn sold out southern mudhole. he couldn't i swear it. she'thinking and what not4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Seven of Hearts 1stSeven of Hearts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i sit by the sea, imagining you holding me,
how tall is god, do you thinksometimes i get so scared, right? so i get scared and i turn into this class a weirdo who's got the shakes and the shivers and the quakes and the quivers and i get all crazy, right? i get crazy and i start thinkin. and one time this happened while i was driving my little brother to art camp and there's this really tall building downtown, right? jade, you listenin? allright well there's this tall building.how tall is god, do you think4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and i was going crazy and thomas was pointing at it and he asked me johnny why is that building so tall? and i said thomas i don't know, i just don't know. and he said how tall do you think it is? i said tall enough to die if you fell off of it. and he got scared too, that i said that, that i talked about dying. because all he knew of dying was that my mother said it was like catholic school because everyone sings a lot and once you go there you can't have sex anymore and you never come back. that's what thomas knew of dying so i said it's probably a thousand feet tall. and he said jo
intruderi.intruder5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you have broken me into one thousand and twenty-eight
incongruent pieces; three years have passed and i am still
stepping on stray shards of my soul and watching the heels
of my feet bleed every time i walk through a dark room
the words you spoke and the things you moaned into my
ear have wrapped themselves around my heart as intricately
and stiflingly as the words i carved harsh and poignant into
my skin with a thumbtack in the front row of english class
rage brought you through my bloodstream and into my aorta
but my heart is too small to house so much shame; my skin
is too tight and i cannot make myself fit knowing that it bears
the brands of your acidic touch in the places you do not belong
i felt an ache beneath my bones but the x-ray on the screen showed
nothing in my insides; i wanted to write you a letter and make you
sorry for everything you did but i had nothing i could give when i
did not have anything left to fill the gaps between my lonely bones
i am a salamanderyou were the heaviest weight in my legs when i sunk to the sediment below the surface, the salted winds birthing vacancies in my stomach; a paler form of death, light my hands on fire; a sweeter breath of black, pull me further under.i am a salamander5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i have always been a salamander, losing myself only to grow once more. i am the curtains in our window, densely drawn and writhing like water snakes, simply sheer films of fabric dancing under the pretense of being something special. i hope someday you love me; i hope someday i'm worth loving. for now, i am a seashell ring wrung round my finger, imprinted with starfish and clenching over the veins at the knuckle. here, i wait.
you are infinite, you are mountains. i still spit rocks from the dream i had a week ago where i kissed you and you held me and it wasn't romantic but it was nice. i am still uncomfortable with my waist and jaw and the music i can feel you sing. you are stones and trees, breath in the weighted skyline. i like the way i
it'll kill you firstwhat not to tie around a broken wrist:it'll kill you first5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
01: a piece of ribbon, stolen from this year's Christmas presents
as it will only make you remember the moments of complete silence
when your uncle asked, "What died in here?" to the burning biscuits
in the oven only to remember and quickly apologize, ashamed. It will
remind you of your birthday when your mother tried to wrap your only
birthday present with shaky fingers and a bottle of painkillers. Hidden
by the nurse until your day came, she stayed awake to ask, "Do you
like it?", even though it was just a handmade scarf and knit sweater.
02: a watch for it will only remind you of how much time you spent
building sandcastles in the front parking lot of the hospital, in the
back yard of your house, in your locker at school. It will remind you
of all the times you thought you could take on the world again, only
to have your legs knocked out from underneath you before you had
the chance to stand. It will remind you that time is all we've got.
it never really wasforget the ocean, you've never been thereit never really was5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your feet don't know the difference between
sand-papered wooden floors and ocean scattered sandscapes.
forget canyons cause you've never seen one
the only edge you know is self-imposed,
or is the tip top of the stairs.
forget the stars cause you've never reached them
you only believe in their fantasies and
admire them from a distance.
forget the moon, you've never landed on it
left a footprint in its crater, or
taken a glowing rock back with you.
forget history, cause you haven't seen it
you only know it,
just read about it in books.
forget time, it's invisible
you never see it or
hear it go by.
forget love, you've never had it
or shared your heart,
or shared your soul.
you never had it, you never had it.
case ninealice told me you cried when you fucked her not too long after you & i split up. she said it was the most awful thing she'd ever seen and it made her want to chew straight through her tongue. i'm not sure how to feel about this so i just don't.case nine3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
last night after she told me i went straight home and relived the whole fucking thing. she told me every dirty detail. she told me how she saw you on the subway and she asked you where you were going and you said nowhere. and i would have known what you meant but that dumb bitch didn't. she said that doesn't make any sense. you said nothing. she asked you how you'd been. and i know she was probably wearing some dress that left her raw, pale legs naked. and you probably stared at them like an asshole. you said, god, alice, i don't know. i've just been. and she just looked at you with those stupid, sluggish eyes of hers and said something smart. she said well, john, that must be nice. and you looked up at her and said yeah. it really is. the perfe
theme thirty.one - floweri.theme thirty.one - flower5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your roots took hold in everything
that was poisonous to society; i told
myself it didnt matter because the best
way to learn was from past mistakes
it wasnt long until the cell wall stems that
kept you up began to bring us down; i could
taste the chlorophyll on your shaky breath
when you asked me if you were stable yet
but your pollen permeated through my
nostrils and our orchestrated sex; i tried my
best to be your prince charming but you only
made love to the hordes of busy worker bees
and i always imagined your petals stretching
to the sky and the stars and everything beyond;
now they shrink and whither and fall to the ground
in shadows of everything that you could have been
at night you crawl between my bed sheets and
tear my roots and snap my stems; you inhale
my pollen and peel my petals back from my skin
as you whisper that i love you, i love you not
bastard and the beastwe were in a room full of chinabastard and the beast2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
just you & i
and i said hey, don't you go anywhere
and there was a low growl fornicating in my stomach
your eyes flashed bright on me
and my eyes narrowed on you and
it wasn't about my friend
or the murder
or your psychosis
it was that you left me
with my own psychosis
sagging heavily from my shoulder
and i hated you
and we were in a room full of china
you & i
your skull felt sweet along my knuckles
your blood tasted sweet on my hungry skin
my honest nature with an angel's head
and a mouth full of slobbering sex
i mounted you
i was moved by your defeat
my eyes sang salt and salvation over
my bare and bouncing breasts
and i shattered your body against the glass
and i hated you
just you & i.
we were in a room full of china
when i murdered you.
Three-Fold LawThree-Fold Law3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Hello, everyone. This time we're talking about the Three-fold Law.
What is the Three-Fold law? It's a religious belief that's held by some Wiccans, usually seen in much the same way as karma. It basically states that whatever kinds of energy a person puts out, they'll get it back threefold, or three times as powerful, be it positive or negative.
I said it's like karma, but that's not exactly fair. This is because karma has no numeric value to how someone receives their righteous payments for actions, bad or good. The Three-Fold Law, however, seems to propose that there is a literal reward or punishment for a person's actions, especially in magick, according to John Coughlin, an author on this and many other subjects.
There seems to be some debate that the law is unnecessary, because it's just over-elaborating on the Wiccan Rede, a poem that lays out the morals of Wiccans in general, though there are certainly those who don't follow it, and probably some who haven't even heard of either
the bitter things1. three months is a long time for something to be gone she says. three months is a long time to keep the bones in my back a secret and she would be the one to find them. she says they're structured like they're beautiful and maybe they are, but it makes me sickthe bitter things5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
2. i listened to her loving me and it would only make sense that i'd listen to her love him as well. it would only make sense that it would happen like this. i think about falling asleep while he's spitting breath all over you and it's not right, it's just not right. the saddest part of it is that i'm not mad because i love you, i'm mad because it's not fair that i couldn't have it. just twenty minutes of his thick-lipped dignity falling from my ribs. i hope his breath billows through your mouth and you catch something awful. i hate both of you. i hate you i hate you i hate you
3. it is true that i found god in you. it is true that when you raise your hand and cry i cry too. it is true that i have eyes that break for what break
trite, pointless i assure youyesterday i decided that youtrite, pointless i assure you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are not that important and i wasn't
that sad about it
fucked you on the floor, even
said your name when you fucked
the fire right out of my mouth
after all that i was tryin to
play piano because i haven't played
in a really long goddamn time. i
don't have time for pianos
anymore. and you were sitting
on the other side of the room because
i got real mad at you for being
and i couldn't play anything
right. nocturne in c minor was
a mess of stumbling sixteenths and
the river flows in you was broken
up and unconnected. i slammed my elbows
on the keys and i was just so
sour about everything
'you dont love me like you used to, anymore'
you said. so sweet, like an unspined
rabbit, or a flower right before the winter
and i picked my head up and real slow
i turned around and i said, 'that's not so'
even though it is more so than
anything else that i
know. and i walked over to you
and i spread your legs and put myself there
and i picked up your hands and i put
on the smell of smokethe scent of oldon the smell of smoke2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and unhidden smoke
smells good to me.
'and me,' says she.
'it reminds me of the comfort
my father used to be.'
'and me,' says she.
'it reminds me of my mother
and the love she made for me.'
it is a comfort-
but a bitter one.
the only thing i miss
is laying heat-stricken, sweat-slicken
cigarette stench sweetly floating-
my naked body carving
your hollows and responding
to your echoes-
the nicotine you sweat out
while you fucked me.
during the post-fuck cigarette,
sleepy-eyed with cum,cancer,glory.
your arms both saved and trapped me-
your love was a burnt
and shitty offering.
slimy little sweethearttoday somethingslimy little sweetheart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i realized the importance
of having a body.
why we are just not
spirals of sweaty souls
i think it is because it is important
to be touched
to know that your mouth
is warm. to throw my arms around your neck
in a sloppy, slutty wreck
to look at you and not be able
to see anything else. to find you
undressed, unguarded and regressed
into a slimy little sea animal.
unbeautiful but most beautiful just
because you are, honey
and also. because
it is important to see
how ugly and terrible we really
dying breedI press my fingertips into my pillow at night, and i imagine i'm pressing them deep into your hair,dying breed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and before i know it, they'll sink through the scar that is a [crop circle in the coffee cup] to your dearest skull.
and my fingertips will touch your infected brain.
i possess nothing to be proud of, [little to be proud of.]
i am like a little coin that spins down from your acrylic fingertips and i clatter amongst my brothers.
Another coin in a wishing well, another heart for valentine's day
"you need to eat more" they tell me, it's funny.
I'm never hungry. At least not my stomach.
My diseased heart always wants a second serving though.
He's a handsome man.
His eyes are like all the little
stars that break up my black silk veil
but he is a liar, that tells me all the right things
[it's my heart thinking of what he says]
and maybe, just maybe
we'll be eating my words at a later date.
fact : my brain left for a saner host
you tell me how labels are sarcastic and cynical ways to ju
yes i ami hope they get what they want and get married and i hope when he fucks her outside of the motel he's gone back far back into his head but his eyes are looking at her and they're bleeding red. i hope she cries and i hope she realizes that he's going to change and there won't be anymore. "you're pretty like stolen skin is pretty," or "sweetie please don't go to bed without me" it will just be her head hitting the back of the bed and their walls will be cream colored and his lips are betraying her for the blunt or the bottle or the bongyes i am5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i hope they have three kids and i hope they're the most beautiful people anyone has ever seen and i hope their names are something like macy marina and matthew. i hope macy has his ugly mud eyes and i hope when boys look at them their feet get stuck and she rips them apart just like her mother. i hope marina braids her dishwater hair everyday and i hope every girl she loves loves her back because she's not selfish like her mother or a liar like her father
abstracts and equationsi.abstracts and equations5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our introduction was a hushed symphony composed from
arithmetic means; a blush was coloring your cheeks while
i told you that my lips plus yours multiplied by time could
equal something greater than everything we've dreamed of
i sketched euclidian geometry with my lips into the hollows
between your ribs; your head began to swim and your pulse raced
while i proved that the matching sides and included angles
of our hearts coerced and shaped them into congruent figures
we sprawled out on your covers and held protractors to our
bones; you carved a compass into your skin and measured the
sine cosine secant of your collarbones as my fingers stretched
themselves into independent vectors that lay tangent to you
during free evenings you worried about the ever-expanding universe
while i worried that it would cease to expand; the limit of us as our
integral approaches racing heartbeats and falling in love is beginning
to suspiciously resemble forever and the derivative of space an
dopaminei need you right now. i'm all by myself and it's december twenty third and i'm in this hotel room. it's hot as hell so i opened the window and a bottle of gin. i am sitting by the window and it feels good. like i've been wrapped in plastic for too long just spinning around for a bunch of fucking strangers and i just found out i've got real skin. that's how i felt for exactly one second. and then i realized i need you.dopamine4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
shit, i don't know. and if i know anything it's that i know the only thing that separates me from the mice running around the walls hoping to catch some air is that i have words. and that's it. i swear to god that's it. and i hate it when people say people are smarter than animals because we're not. we're exactly the same, just that our brains come wired with words and theirs don't. they just move and look and moan and if you ask me that's a lot smarter because all words do is get people in trouble. and i can prove how alike we are. you put food in front of me? i eat. you
Loving a Android Chp 1Loving a Android Chp 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oi guys!!! I'm made up this extra story at how Cell and Fu got to know eachother and eventually fal in love!!! Hope you guys like it!! I do not own any of the dragonball characters except my own!!!
Chapter 1- A race
Cell was getting bored with the puny humans he killed...too bad the saiyan warriors died so early. He somehow managed to power up his kameha to surpass the kid and he won the Cell Games. But now, he was growing bored of just killing humans...but then he remembered. That saiyan girl...he didn't know where she was and she could be of some entertainment for now.
"hmph..." he chuckled. Yes, she could be of some use. And with that he shot off towards the sky.
On the other part of the city, Furipa was gathering all scraps of food she could find and bring back home as soon as she could. She then gasped when she felt a huge ki coming towards her direction. She hid beside a alley and lowered her ki and hoped he didn't find her. Lord only knows what he could do to her.
GodlinessDr. Finch likes to label my phases. Today is a Fear Day, meaning I am too afraid to get out of bed. Fear Days scare my mother more than my Fire Days, Germ Days, and Intruder Days combined. She wakes me this morning to have me get ready to go to her church. Her hand is warm as it shook my shoulder, but I scream.Godliness5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Shhh, honey, it's just me. It's time to get ready for church."
My head is still buried beneath my blanket. "I can't go. Please leave me alone."
"What day is it?" she asks, although she knows it is Sunday.
"Sunday. Sundays are Fear Days, you know that. Please leave me alone."
"Henry." She says my name in a disillusioned sigh. "Sometimes-" she pauses, "I think I just hope that that might change."
My head hits my pillow again. I will not sleep, because I am ten years old and the average amount of sleep needed for my age is eleven hours. My