StitchesStitches5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am tied up with thread and needle,
ready to tear limb from limb
at any moment.
You, you are like me,
and we hold each other together,
piece by piece,
so neither of us
will come undone.
But I make mistakes;
I screwed up,
and now all that's left is
my hand beside my head,
and your hand crawling towards mine,
a needle in your grasp,
You place it in my palm,
and curl my fingers around the needle,
with whispered words
that carry across the room,
from your head to mine.
"You were always
the better sewer."
Take Me As I AmTAKE ME AS I AMTake Me As I Am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer will I hide away,
No longer will I be pushed around,
No longer shall I stay quiet,
No longer will I be afraid to speak my mind,
Here these words that I say,
"I am here!!
Stronger than before;
More determined than ever."
All of my life trials and tribulations,
have made me this way.
All the hurt, struggling and unshed tears,
All the betrayal and lies that were told
so many times,
All the pain inflected mentally and physically,
on my body and mind,
All of these things, have made me the woman
that is here today.
I have taken all of these experiences,
and melded each one into me.
Joined with them to strengthen,
and make me wiser.
I have feed on my pain,
Drank of my tears,
No longer will I hide away in constant fear.
I will face the nightmares that haunt
my thoughts and dreams.
Confront the memories that won't go
Challenge the demons that won't leave
Confusion will no longer rule me,
For the clouds are slowly parting,
Fear will no longer control
PoemgasmI take you weeping,Poemgasm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in our lust
feeble limbs surrendering,
robust hands controlling,
wispy eyes pleading to me
your darkest secrets
Need pours from their edges,
sultry flesh perspires agony
as frail fingers grasp,
strong arms their sanctuary
a wanting for that moment
La petite mort
submerged under the secrets
of aching flesh
the moment approaches
a solar tornado of emotions
as knees go weak
worshiping eyes fall
upon my altar
the little death follows
a spirits release
a cry of pure honeyed pleasure
trickles down soft tender thighs
over a weakened mind
as it transcends the limits
of divine ecstasy
rugged lips resuscitate
a warm embrace returns life,
an awakening in masculine arms
brilliant eyes open to feast upon
her carnal messiah
her orgasm's redeemer
Internally ShatteredInternally Shattered4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We're fractured, fragmented, internally shattered
Broken and fragmented, memories scattered.
Hear the echoes of nightmare screams.
See them clawing at me in my dreams
Cry for all children torn and tattered.
We're fractured, fragmented, internally shattered
We see the world battered and dark,
Hear screams and shouts hurt by each remark.
We wish to feel safe and secure
But the pain and fear we must endure,
Broken and fragmented, memories scattered.
We're fractured, fragmented, internally shattered
Being BraveSo you think you know meBeing Brave3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You think you've got me all figured out
But you don't know what it's like
To have all this insecurity and doubt.
So you want to know what's wrong
When tears are streaming down my face
You say you want to help me
But some scars you can't erase.
You plead for me to explain
As you squeeze my trembling hand
But I don't know what to say
That will make you understand.
These fears that haunt me daily
May seem small and dumb to you
But they control my mind
And there's nothing I can do.
You tell me to get over it
To step outside my cave
But you see, I cannot comprehend
This concept of being brave.
We Are...we areWe Are...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the kids who stay in the shadows
the kids who stand in the light
the ones who form the rebellion
the ones who stay for the fight
the kids that nobody knows
the kids that everyone sees
the kids who'd rather be sleeping
the ones no one wants to be
we really are
we know we are
the people standing at the corner
screamin' so loud
but everyone just walks by
the ones who rock out in silence
to the songs that no one knows
knowing all the words
the people who wear the headphones around our neck
so everyone else can hear the words
and we scream them, no matter what they are
the people who will do anything
the ones who do nothing at all
those kids in the back
the kids leaning on the wall
the kids who lay in the sun
the kids who don't mind the rain
the children who don't care much
the kids who can stand the pain
Thank You, My Dear FriendI don't think you realizeThank You, My Dear Friend3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or are able to even see
Just how grateful I am for you
And how much you mean to me.
I would like to take this time
To thank you for being there
Whenever I was feeling down
And needed someone who cared.
You've given me much more
Than I deserve from you
And I would like to thank you
For everything you do.
I still don't understand
Why you care so much for me
When all I do is burden you
With my depression and anxiety.
All I really know,
Is that God must have sent you
To be my friend and love me
Since I feel my friends are few.
So please don't ever leave me,
Like others have done in the past,
I really want our friendship,
To be one that will last.
You are the most amazing person
I have ever met
And I just want you to know
That I'm forever in your debt.
And if you ever need someone
To help or comfort you,
Just be sure to remember
That I'm here for you, too.
BullyTell me child,Bully3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is wrong?
What devils torment you?
Is it those kids bothering you?
Is it that they laugh at you?
Do they torture you?
What is their reason for this foolishness?
Is it that you're too smart for them?
Is it that your imagination is too colorful for them?
Is it that your independent thinking is too much for them?
Is it that you're so unique that they can't handle it?
Let me tell you this...
Don't you ever hide what you are
Don't you ever hide your opinions
Don't you ever let anyone push you around
Always stand for what you think is right!
So walk through those halls
With your head up high
And smile wide as you can
Life is too short to let you care about
what others think of you
Be proud...that you don't fit in
But that you
WhyYou tell me im not good enough, and I ask why.Why3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You tell me im depressing, and I begin to cry.
I pick up a blade and you don't care.
I cut myself deep and with smiling eyes you stare.
Im mad for you don't you see?
Tell me why is it that you can't be with me?
Why am I not good enough?
Understanding MeUnderstanding Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have you seen my scars?
How many have you seen?
Do you know how I got them?
Do you know what they mean?
Do you know how it feels,
To truly hate yourself,
To be afraid to open up,
Though you know that you need help?
Have you ever felt the pain,
Of being left behind,
As one by one your friends disappear
And dark thoughts fill your mind?
Have you ever confided in,
A friend you thought was true,
Only to realize you scared her away,
And she no longer talks to you?
Have you ever blamed yourself,
For simply being you,
For all those stupid things,
You always seem to do?
Have you ever been called ugly,
By some guys you barely knew,
And started to believe,
That what they said was true?
Do you ever wonder,
That if you were not there,
If those people you call friends,
Would notice or even care?
If you looked into my eyes,
Could you understand,
That all I've ever needed,
Was for you to hold my hand?
To My Dear ParentsTo My Dear ParentsTo My Dear Parents3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I just want to say thank you. Thank you for my beauty, my artistic personality and my creativity. Thank you for my generalized anxiety disorder and dysthymic disorder. Thank you for all the scars and injuries I have inflicted on myself. Thank you for not telling me how it was for you, for not telling me how you got through your illnesses. I know your lives must have been hard but mine is too... My doctor won't test me for bipolar because he says it's just anxiety and depression. He prescribed me medication and it's not working anymore. I wish I could tell you both all of this and ask if you had the same difficulties. What if I have bipolar and that's why the meds stopped working? What if my body just adapted to them and all this stress is for nothing? What if I get on different meds that give me worse side affects?
To my mother, thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me an addictive personality by doing cocaine throughout the pregnancy. I wish I could meet
I Died...I died today.I Died...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I couldn't help it.
All the doctors and nurses
looking sadly on
as I wilted like a flower
left too long in the sun.
for their own good;
They never gave up,
even when I did.
I didn't go
kicking and screaming,
though, I wanted to.
I went with a sigh
trickling through bloodless lips
as the air came out
in one suffocating rush.
The morphine drip
drove me to it, I think.
That continued nightmare
of drowning in saline solution
and liquid pain-killer,
echoing in my sleep.
I tore my hair out, once,
to make it stop.
It didn't work.
It seems like centuries
since I last saw
the sky -
that glorious blue color,
filled with the rich, fullness of life.
Oh, to live again!
there is a new sky
above my head.
And the echoing cries
of loved ones left behind
into the glorious dawn
of my arrival.
Happy Birthday, Hinata-chanHappy Birthday Hinata-chan!Happy Birthday, Hinata-chan3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young and fiery four year old Sasuke pouted as he walked with his mother to the park. It was colder than usual that day, and he was not happy that his mother was bringing him to meet a girl. He hated girls. All they did was scream and be giddy. Sure, he had a few friends that were girls. But they were cousins and that didn't count, of course.
"Okaa-san, why do I have to give her the present? You're the one who bought it. You give it to her," he whined.
"Sasuke, don't be like that. She's the daughter of my close friend. And she's your age. I'm sure you two would get along. Just give her the present, ok dear? It's her fourth birthday today, and she has no one to spend it with except us and her okaa-san."
When they arrived at the park, Sasuke saw a small girl hiding behind her mother. Her hair was indigo and oddly short for a girl, and her eyes were as pure as the clouds above them. Her pastel yellow jacket was paired with a lavender scarf and mat
I Want To Tell YouI want to tell you that I love you,I Want To Tell You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want these words to come out of my mouth,
And enter your heart,
I want you to know that you mean the world to me,
I want to share all the experiences,
All the sunrises and sunsets,
The majestic mountains to the colossal depths,
The time we have left on this Earth,
I want to tell you what you mean to me,
What your voice sounds like in my ears,
What your touch feels like in my heart,
What your smile means to my soul,
I want to tell you,
But I can't,
When I see you,
The words are stuck,
When I hear you,
My heart melts inside my chest,
When you are near me,
I just want to hold you,
But I can't.
There is nothing I can say,
Nothing I can do,
To tell you that I love you.
Erase the WordsErase the words that we have writtenErase the Words4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Erase the hearts that we did break
Erase the cursed thoughts unspoken
Erase the skeletons and fakes
Erase the impure things that cross us
Erase the fights we carry in
Erase the words that never leave us
Erase the devils and the sins
Erase the demons in our pathways
Erase the shadows of the dark
Erase what lies in waiting for us
Erase the somber, cracking hearts
Erase the heaven and the hell
Erase the things we cant control
Erase the dreams that are unwanted
Erase the wounds that take their toll
Erase the child and the mother
Erase the father, siblings too
Erase the house, the pet, the family
Erase the me, erase the you
Erase the universe around us
Erase the lives we used to lead
Erase the every word been spoken
Erase the cries of horror...please
Mom,Dad....I have to ConfessMom, have a seat.Mom,Dad....I have to Confess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dad have one too.
There's something I need to say,
but it's really hard to do.
Mom you hate gays.
Dad, you don't like them.
You always pushed them away,
even if they were your best friend.
Mom, you say they're sinners.
And that they're going to burn.
But why do you say that?
You know that they're hurt.
Alright,Alright let me try again.
You both don't want gay kids.
But...I'm not really yours.
The DNA doesn't fit.
I know I'm adopted,
but this confession still scares me.
If I tell you the truth,
am I out the family?
Mom,Dad I'm so sorry.
But this I have to say.
it turns out ever since I was 12,
I was actually gay.
All is BlackAll is Black4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
such sighs dwell in a world of confusion
while the emptiness sinks in deepest
the thought of living no more
and the sight of a lifeless body
a photograph next to the swampy grounds
just a photo...memories of once was
weak body tries to heal but sinks in deeper
the crowds keep walking and never glance
happiness a dream and reality sets in
maybe in the next life maybe all the better
Introduction to Spiritual WarThe spiritual war is a struggle between the good spirits (righteous) and evil spirits (wicked). The righteous want the essential truths about life to be exposed, and the wicked want the essential truths to be hidden.Introduction to Spiritual War3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
If you don't believe in scriptures, you will not accept the spiritual war. You might see evidence of the spiritual war, if you ever participate in political/religious debates. Spirits control every living being in this world (including government leaders and their minions).
Post Traumatic Stress DisorderThroughout the ages, the devastating effects of a haunting illness have affected many people. Post-traumatic stress disorder is "characterized by lingering symptoms including haunting memories and nightmares, a numbed social withdrawal, jumpy anxiety, and insomnia" (Myers 652). "Traumatic stress, experiencing or witnessing severely threatening, uncontrollable events with a sense of fear, helplessness or horror, can produce post-traumatic stress disorder" (Myers 652) otherwise known as PTSD. PTSD is common among war veterans, "fifteen percent of all Vietnam veterans reported PTSD symptoms"(Myers 652), and in the Iraq war, " one in six U.S. soldiers have reported symptoms of PTSD" (Myers 652). Post- traumatic stress is a very serious illness that has effects, not only on the individual, but also on friends and family.Post Traumatic Stress Disorder4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
My brother served twenty-four years in the United States Air force. He visited over 53 countries and lived in more than five. He retired as a Master Sergeant. Hi
SH. Hinata-murderer:Family CH3SH. Hinata-murderer:Family CH33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What's written in -...- means a person talking.
I should apologize that my stories has a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes, but that's just something I can't control So I APOLOGIZE about it
Please don't get angry about it..!
Hinata is a murderer: Family Ch3.
Destroy Konoha!? Hinata repeated in her head.
Konoha was a country for which Hinata fight all these years and now she had an opportunity to destroy it.
I I could join you, but - Hinata took a breath for a moment. But? Repeated Sasuke. But if you promise that I will not have to fight with Naruto or Hokage. Hinata quietly finished and Sasuke smirked.
As you wish I am going to fight Naruto. Sasuke added and Hinata looked away.
There is nothing that is holding me from destroying Konoha. Maybe that way Naruto will be able to bring Sasuke home Maybe I could
boy with a songthere's a boy with a song that he found in the windboy with a song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he sings it to the kestrel who teaches the elk.
once, i fell asleep under the birch tree where the sun-
bleached elephant bones rest half submerged in dust.
i saw scattered butterfly-less wings circle the air in
a dance of ghosts, but maybe i had been dreaming.
an angel fell where they buried their children, he
promised to sleep with them in the gentle earth.
his golden hair fell into the tree roots and
became a river that wrapped around my body.
and even though i couldn't leave, i didn't want to.
i will be a birdit is the day before christmas and she's waking up her car. the windows are frosted over and the car seat is freezing beneath her. she sits up and opens the door. outside it is windy and she feels goodebumps run up her spine. her fingernails are digging into the cold skin on her bare legs and she's on the verge of tears. she doesn't cry though. she never, ever cries.i will be a bird4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it is three days after chrismas and she's laying in her back yard on patches of dead grass, shaking. she's shrouded in coats and blankets but its raining and once the water seeps through the cotton it clings to her skin. she's drinking champage mixed with rain water from a paper cup and she's imagining that this is how she'd like to die. cold and lonely, waiting for the morning sun.
its the last night before the new year and she's not watching television. she's sitting in front of it though, and letting the noise wash over her. it's almost like white noise. she's somewhere else though, she's imagining that her family a
narcseductive, blacknarc3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the perfect drug
on the boundary of hell
i wish i could eat the sound.
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Who Needs Friends?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Will you make me a saint?
Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,
Due to the sinner that I have become.
Will you make me your sob-story?
Because you want all of the pride and glory,
Of surviving where your buddy fell.