Nobody KnowsNobody Knows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody knows how often I really cry.
Nobody knows how torn apart I am on the inside.
Nobody knows because of my fake smile.
The smile that hides everything until I'm alone.
When I am alone everything comes out.
And sometimes my suicidal thoughts.
Sometimes I just want to end it all and make all this pain go away.
What's the point of staying in this world if I'm miserable every damn second of my life?
Sometimes I think it would be easier just to take the knife.
Take the knife and end my life.
But something always stops me.
I don't know what it is but I'm afraid.
What if next time, nothing saves...
Nothing saves me from this insanity.
From the point of no return.
Honestly, would anyone even be concerned?
I am wasting away.
Little by little.
I don't even know what's happening.
Things weren't always this way, but now I know this depression is here to stay.
This lack of sleep is killing me.
If only my mind would stop thinking.
Stop thinking and replaying these dreaded
Tender Loving Paws - 2.0Tender Loving Paws - 2.04 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wanna go out, Tommy?"
A young brunette stood by the sliding door, blinking his large green eyes as he looked down at his kitten. The tiny feline was orange, with light blondish patches above his eyes and rings around his tail, his lips and belly were white, creating an image of soft and fluffiness.
The kitten looked up at his master with his round brown eyes, ears twitching as he mewed, his tiny paw scratching the glass door.
"Hahaha, alright, kitty," the man smiled, sliding the glass door open.
Tommy mewed again, bracing his tiny legs before leaping down from the house to the grass below.
"I'll come back when it's your dinner time alright, Tommy."
The little cat turned around, twitching his whiskers in acknowledgement, then proceeded to skip around the garden, tail swishing up in the air. Tommy leapt around for awhile, then turned around to look at his house, noticing that his human was no longer there.
The kitten quickly pounced his way to the left corner of the garden, ducking as h
TMD, Character - FlynnTMD, Character - Flynn4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Unknown, though judging by the tales he has to tell, he’s no spring chicken.
A black cat. No, seriously. Four legs (four paws), a tail, a quantity of well-groomed black fur, bright green eyes, bushy whiskers, a pink little nose, and a great many sharp white teeth which he has a habit of displaying in a most un-catlike grin. He stands about nine inches tall at the shoulder, and has a patch of white fur on his chest that’s shaped roughly like a star – well, most of the time. It morphs. Into such things as smiley faces and a fist with the middle finger upraised.
Flynn’s single most remarkable feature is a pair of exceedingly long, exceedingly floppy ears which make him look like someone transplanted half a rabbit onto the top of his head. They prick up when he’s interested, weave circles around his head when he’s thinking, and on one memorable occasion, tied themse
americai never intended to feel ashamed of my country,america4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
never intended to cringe at the name,
or feel doubt during the morning pledge of allegiance,
never wanted to struggle so greatly to write speech regarding patriotism.
i don't know much about politics,
often imagine politicians as mutants with all sorts of hands and fingers growing along their body,
easy enough to discretely cross in front of a crowd that is willing to call anything a miracle.
i'm seeing less purple mountains majesty and more
eyes cracked red from another sleepless night of wondering how to pay the bills.
i get the feeling you don't want me here,
i get the feeling that i have walked across borders with half built walls,
sailed on ships that you wish could have sank.
when you said go green,
i didn't realize you meant the kind of green that lines the wallets of the lucky ones.
i have been taught that this kind of green is fuel.
an energy source that is anything but natural,
but energy never the less,
Candy"Vortex? Where are you" Nocturne called out.Candy3 years ago in Humor More Like This
No one answered him except his own echo. It seemed like Vortex was avoided him today. Which was odd to Nocturne, the other would usually bug him to no end. Nocturne already checked Vortex's usually spots in his castle. He wasn't in the bedroom and the kitchen was empty. Scratching his chin, the Dream Ghost made his way to the library. Still no Vortex.
Nocturne felt a little frantic. Vortex would always tell him if he were leaving to go out. Leaning against the wall he let out a sigh. He could feel his emotions start to rise.
"Where could he be?" he felt himself getting nervous. "He has to be here " he thought started to pace back and forth. Suddenly Nocturne thought he heard a faint chewing noise. It was very muted but the Night God had the hearing of an owl. It sounded like something was eating.
Following the noise he started down the hallway. The crunching only got louder with every step. As Nocturne approached the living room it stop
.:Sing-Song For Heavy Hearts:.Sing-Song For Heavy Hearts.:Sing-Song For Heavy Hearts:.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In peaceful screams of broken love
I find myself engorged
To pray for something the sweetest sin
For this is why I was born
A fountain poured from love-drenched lips
A heartfelt raging wave
To grace the pool with finger's edge
Then gently pull away
The enchantment to whom would be accursed
Would die most peaceful so
And whom would carry heavy heartbeats
Through drought and through the snow.
Careful love must last thy lips
If ye shall live it well
These words that need be written
To label the haunting spell
Leave me now, these words so told
And go back to your dreams
Of which one could only want to wander
Who or what they deem
laura and louas my nana lay dying in her bedlaura and lou5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
at four horizon road apartment 1207
a nurse came to her and said
"you've been married sixty-five years"
"what is the secret to such a long relationship?"
my nana beckoned her closer and said
"there are three things.
never go to bed angry,
make freshly squeezed orange juice in the morning,
and have really kinky sex."
although it doesn't seem like
the typical thing for a nana to say
more or less
sums up my great grandparents
they were themselves and they
didn't give a damn what other people thought.
they made money running a factory that made
cuffs for winter coats and hats
and lived life comfortably
all while bringing together a happy
without having to even try.
i'm a cynic about family
but they make me want to go to a reunion
they make me want to get to know my family
despite the fact that i'm way too socially awkward.
they raised three children
a perfect first girl
a second who gave them a run for their money
The Fruit of Her WombLeft here, dangling-The Fruit of Her Womb4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strangling, choking on the bitterness;
Force-fed reassurance from a pigeons pocket;
Playing dead, on turntable empathy,
Barely proud, only missing everything.
Inside you, I hide--
Bleeding, misdirected in arrogance;
She laughs, repugnant;
Laps up the curse that blankets purgatory;
Only ugly dreams call for confusion;
Twisted like the thorn in my side,
You, are forever desperately--
Searching for perfection.
Dreaming KittenAs you sleep in the palm of my handDreaming Kitten4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will wish you a restful peace
And although on my mood you depend
I shall never my whim release
All the curtains will softly close
With a rustle of crispy gauze
And I'll sit at the hearthrug's rim
As you silently so repose
At the embers I wistfully look
But they tell me no secret words
Of the playthings you'll have in your nook
Or of where you may chase the birds ...
Yes, I know, this has all yet to be
After years upon years have passed
When you will be so wayward and free
And my palm will not hold you fast
But as yet you still sleep in my hand
And I ponder of what you dream
Of a far-away gone kitten land?
Or a saucer of holiday cream?
Of the future winnings, perchance
Earned in battles of tumbleweed life
And of springtime for your wedding dance
For alliance of husband and wife ...
And your eyes, they are tightly shut
And your breathing is lisping low
Sleepy-sleepy, my sweet, tut-tut
In the feather-down evening glow ...
Rules on Zombie Survival[ ]1. CardioRules on Zombie Survival5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
[ ]2. The Double Tap
[ ]3. Beware of Bathrooms
[ ]4. Seatbelts
[ ]5. Double Knot Your Shoes
[ ]6. The Skillet
[ ]7. Travel Light
[ ]8. Get a Kickass Partner
[ ]9. Carry a Change of Underwear
[ ]10. Don't Swing Low
[ ]11. It's a Marathon, Not a Sprint!
[ ]12. Bounty Paper Towels
[ ]13. Shake it off
[ ]14. Pack your Stain Stick
[ ]15. Bowling Ball
[ ]16. Use your Head: Cut off Theirs!
[ ]17. (Don't) Be a Hero
[ ]18. Limber Up
[ ]19. Ideal Protection = Short Hair, Tight Clothes
[ ]20. Get up the Staircase, then Destroy it.
[ ]21. Avoid Strip Clubs
[ ]22. When in Doubt, Know Your Way Out!
[ ]23. Get out of the car and onto the bike
[ ]24. Blades don't need reloading
[ ]25. No Place is Safe, Only Safer!
On drinking beer aloneOn drinking beer alone4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Take its mouth like a conch,
portal to a violent sea,
and let its tongue slip
over yours. Hear
it storm against your teeth,
swallow. Do not care
if it is French or not.
We are sommeliers
of a lower order.
Anxiety sinks, thought
fumbles for a raft. Stop.
Remember you are bored.
Worry not: you have half
a case and yourself.
You smile and touch your lip,
drop your eyes to the bottle:
empty as the man
who left you here
LightningThe sky light up with flashes of blues and purples. The lightning illuminated the clouds making them glow as bright as day. It was quite a beautiful sight to see, and Nocturne had front row seat to this display of powerful nature.Lightning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He reclined back on the cloud he was observing this all from. He watched as Vortex waved his arms creating the bright flashes and streaks of light that danced through the night sky. It reminded the Dream Keeper of shooting stars. He was glad that when Vortex wanted to give him a show, it would be a quiet one. It was something rare for the eccentric Weather God. Quiet was something he did not do well.
But this lightning had no sound. It just simple streaked through the sky creating beautiful zigzag patterns of light. Vortex looked over his shoulder back at his ghostly friend. He was trying his hardest to impress the other and wanted to see if the other was enjoying his artful display.
Their eyes meet and Nocturne smiled a little approving of this show. Vortex
i hate thisI'm not the beautiful one.i hate this3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm not a person you're supposed to love.
I'm not someone who actually deserve you.
And I think I know that deep down.
That's why I feel jealous.
That's also why I want you to show that you love me, not only for you to say it.
APH 'Sunday Philosophy'Znów przyglądałem się ludziom za oknem. Mieszkanie na trzecim piętrze ma swoje zalety. Można obserwować przechodniów bez obaw, że to zauważą. Zawsze mnie zastanawia, gdzie się tak spieszą. Przecież jest dopiero popołudnie. Ci młodsi to chyba ze szkoły wracają. Albo z innych podejrzanych miejscówek. Ich pośpiech jeszcze jestem w stanie zrozumieć. Ale żeby dorośli tak biegali? Czasem szybciej od młodych. I nigdy, ani razu nawet nie spojrzą na niebo, na ten kwiatek co wyrasta z bruku, albo tego wróbla, który usiadł na rynnie i stroszy piórka. Jakie to dziwne, że ja to wszystko zauważyłem i to z daleka, a oni stoją tak blisko i nie widzą. Przechodzą obojętnie i idą dalej. Jakby założyli sobie nic-nie widzę-okulary. Jedynie dzieci jeszcze potrafią się uganiać za mrówkami, twAPH 'Sunday Philosophy'5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
deceptus | reiner x readerdeceptus | reiner x reader9 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
at the eɴd of the line
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The American Obesity ProblemThe American Obesity Problem4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fit into someday and, when I didn't lose the weight, decided to wear anyway because, "If I spend more than $30 on pants I better damn well find a way to squeeze into them." You may have caught a glance of ponytail resting on my back, or a peek at several of my lower chins. But
VIII. a note on self-injury. let me be the first to tell you that cutting doesn't bring about the same pain that an accidental slice, abrasion, wound, or nick does.VIII. a note on self-injury.7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
relief, calm, focus, release, yes-
but pain? hardly.
a doctor might tell you that the two wounds are the same. but any cutter will tell you that no other scrape or cut will run as read, as true- with as much force as that which is self-inflicted.
a cut, you see, is perfect. it's kind. it's understanding. it washes away all chaos and emotional turmoil with beads of red (and if you're deep enough, mahogany) that quickly join and run down the length of your arm.
a cut is simple. predictable. the slice, the bite. the blood. the scab. the itching the next day. the eventual scarring. the fading. and when you can no longer see the angry marks, the inexplicable and undeniable urge to make them appear again.
even your excuses are bland a
And the stars shattered...You are nothing till you cease to exist.And the stars shattered...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wave keeps on rising till it seems the Mayans made an error;
We are swept away in a rain of tears.
Trapped in the darkness of eternal sunshine and driven by despair
We leap from the rooftops into the seething emptiness.
This, in the hope that we shall return to the memory
Of russet and terracotta leaves falling from the grey autumn sky,
When we didn't know we were dying.
Your fingertips brush my lips as you implore quietness
But the truth cannot be stifled
Or left in a dusty cardboard box to mould in the silence.
Bite down till you taste blood, so that you might suffer too
And understand the plight of the broken-winged bird,
Who can't see the sky any more.
We could pretend to smile and distort our faces into the mimicry
Till the lie dissolves to truth and there is complacent joy.
Where can we go?
As the blistering suns collide and shatter, we watch the bleeding stars
And liken them to fireworks.
The raging angels fade and we are left
A SSIC Story- Chapter 2Dennis immediately relaxed when he recognized the angry hunter in the doorway. Scuttle had his arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to look tough, but really just made him look huffy.A SSIC Story- Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh, it's just you." Dennis said nonchalantly. "What do you want?"
Scuttle kept his poker face on and his arms crossed. "What do you mean, just me? Who were you expecting? Queen fucking Elizabeth?" he kept his tone steady.
If Dennis wasn't holding a blood-stained rag in his hand, he would have facepalmed.
"Well TOO BAD, she died at the beginning of the apocoly-"
"Scuttle!!" he said loudly. "WHAT do you WANT?" he put accents on each word to make sure the message got through Scuttle's head.
Scuttle stopped talking and thought to himself. What did he come here for? It was something about Dennis Oh yeah, he had to ask Dennis something. But what it was kinda slipped his mind. Then he remembered Ingrid.
"Dennis." Scuttle said to get his attention.
"Yeeeeeess ." Dennis's annoyance was pilin
Broken.Broken.4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I put up with all your shit.
So why cant you out up with mine?
After everything you'v done that hurt me
I stayed cool. i stayed with you.
I tried not to cry.
You cant always tell what I'm hiding inside.
I know i act like i don't give a care
But i do.
I don't like to let it show.
Its killing me inside
My heart is cracked and crying
From everything we've ever done to each other
I just want it to be like it used to
When we were happy and in LOVE.
I don't want to loose you
I cant live without you
Your my addiction
I know i fucked up
But so did you.
I'm sorry for all i ever did.
Please forgive me.
I'm sitting here trying pay attention to class.
But i cant stop thinking about YOU and US.
xoxo, Your Love.