Nobody KnowsNobody Knows5 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
TMD, Character - FlynnTMD, Character - Flynn5 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
Candy"Vortex? Where are you" Nocturne called out.Candy4 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
i hate thisI'm not the beautiful one.i hate this4 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.
The Fruit of Her WombLeft here, dangling-The Fruit of Her Womb5 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 Kitten5 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 ...
americai never intended to feel ashamed of my country,america5 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,
WonTeuk: Prince And Angel -2-Title: WonTeuk: The Prince & The Angel 2WonTeuk: Prince And Angel -2-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Genre: Romance, Crack
Warnings: Yaoi (boyxboy romance), sexual content, crack
Words: Lots in total
Part 2: The Angel
He pulled at his collar and noticed a mirror at the other side of the room. Leeteuk felt his jaw fall open as he saw his reflection. Except for his hair and the collar, he almost looked like a royal himself. Something felt fishy and the blonde narrowed his eyes. He snapped his head to the tall male and gasped as he noticed the prince was now standing beside him. How did he not notice when he was looking in the mirror?
The tall male raised his hand and Leeteuk closed his eyes tightly, expecting a painful punch or slap. Fingers lightly combed through the blonde's hair and the prince made an approving sound. Leeteuk opened one eye, carefully staring up at the male who was confusing him enormously. Then the hand reached out for his neck and Lee
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'6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just Another Day OffIt was a day off for the pair of investigators and they were spending it in companionable silence. Hanna idly folded paper cranes while his partner read.Just Another Day Off6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hey Saladin?" Hanna was stretched across the mattress, arms crossed under his
head and eyes on the ceiling, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Yes?" Saladin, for the moment at least, looked up and focused his gaze on Hanna.
He leaned sideways slightly to get a better look at the smaller man from his position next to the mattress.
Hanna propped himself up on his elbows and placed a chaste kiss on his lips and grinned. "Love you."
He couldn't help but smile back. "I love you too, Hanna."
They settled back and spent the rest of the day like that. Nothing else needed to be said.
Redemption .1 -KyuTeuk-Kyuhyun was in a bad place, Sungmin had told him that it was over, but not just over, he had said that he didn't love Kyuhyun anymore, in fact, it was more 'I never loved you'.Redemption .1 -KyuTeuk-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He couldn't handle it, especially when he saw Sungmin happily go straight to Zhou Mi not even an hour later, as if the man lifted his heart.
He fled, he didn't want to practice anymore, he just wanted to get away, to get away from the hurt in his heart.
He didn't run anywhere in particular, he just ran, into the cold dark night of Seoul, he ran until he could run no more, stopping with panting breaths in a part of town he didn't recognize.
It was dark, and there seemed to be no people.
"Aish!" he yelled to himself, smacking his fist against the brick wall of a nearby building, wincing as he felt the skin split on his knuckles. It hurt a lot less than the pain in his heart though.
A sudden thump and a hiss of pain woke Leeteuk and he groaned, opening his eyes. Wanting to see what had spurred him from his slumber,
23. Love Starts With L23. Love Starts With L5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Right before me, I saw the most terrifying thing ever I'd seen thousands of
horrible things in my life as a detective. But this It broke me Because before me, I
saw my love, with another man I saw that hideous business man, Namikawa, laying on
Maro lay underneath him with her shirt wide open. I was furious at what was
before me No I was disgusted. I was so disgusted that I couldn't even move. To see
him kiss her Was like a thousand knives piercing my body. The way her hands moved
across his chest reminded me of the same way she did to me
But why did I not attack him? Why was I just standing here ? It was because I
deserved this I heard Reicheru walk up the stairs and I motioned for her to leave. She
went to say something but I held up my hand to silence her. I
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.8 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
Tender Loving Paws - 2.0Tender Loving Paws - 2.05 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
DevastationDevastation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What happens when
The person you trust the most
Betrays that trust?
In my case,
Like having my skin
And salt poured
All over me.
Like bleeding out
S L O W L Y
And smelling your own blood,
And knowing that you're dying.
That's what's wrong right now.
That's how I feel.
laura and louas my nana lay dying in her bedlaura and lou6 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
RF 1 Meet ZoeRF 1 Meet Zoe5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
150 Things Not To Do At Hogwarts
By: Avalon R.
I do not own Hogwarts or any Harry Potter Characters, I own Zoё and Marissa and most of the plot
Random Filler #1: Meet Zoё
Born on a lovely morning, on February 14th at nine in the morning on the dot, was the happy little girl Zoё Mead. She didn't scream nor fuss, instead, Zoё giggled.
Zoё Mead was like any typical eleven year old in the small village of Cotswold. She lived on a farm, she played with the other children and went to school with them. Though Zoё came from a strange family, consisting of Flower Power Hippy parents who were oblivious to the ways of the world and three older sisters who had strange jobs like Circus acrobats, Zoё was only mildly odd.
Zoё, of course, picked up some weird quirks from her family. Zoё loved animals, and though that in itself wasn't weird, the fact that she collected animals like they were stamps was. Zoё had a zoo, an entire whole
Cold Cinnamon TeaCold Cinnamon Tea4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Is anypony home?”
On hearing his sister’s voice from downstairs, Big Macintosh stuck his head out of the door. “Applebloom’s been home for a while now. Granny already made her dinner, so yer off the hook.”
“I’ll have to thank her before I call it a night then.” Applejack tipped her hat back and sighed loudly. “Its been a weird night, Macintosh! Do you have any idea what’s been going on out there?”
The red stallion glanced backwards into his room and swallowed. “Eeeee...nope.”
“Twilight kinda lost it today. She got herself so worked up about not having sent a letter to the princess that she ended up trying to create friendship problems just so she could fix them
In Last Year's NotebookHave you ever drowned?In Last Year's Notebook5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Oh, I have a couple times.
Well, obviously it's more like "almost drowned,"
Because I'm pretty sure I'm still "here."
It's scary, isn't it?
I mean, obviously it is, but sometimes it's really scary.
I'm talking about when nobody notices you're drowning.
Completely helpless, you try to call out but
Everyone's too far away or you're too busy drowning to be able to call.
Choking, I mean.
Oh, but the worst part is when they're looking
Right at you,
But still don't see it.
Might even yell at you to quit fooling around,
To get back to the group,
Or something like that.
That really puts you in despair.
And by the time somebody finally sees you,
You've already gone under.
Sometimes they pull you back up but
It's difficult to forget the darkness.
.:Sing-Song For Heavy Hearts:.Sing-Song For Heavy Hearts.:Sing-Song For Heavy Hearts:.5 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
A Christmas KittenShe came today.A Christmas Kitten6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She hasn't come for a lot of days. It's too cold. But today she came. Today is Christmas Eve and she came for me.
She is happy today. She talks a lot endless chatter as she sticks a handful of food in my cage, which I gratefully eat up. I am hungry, and it's cold.
She doesn't stop talking. I don't know what she is saying. She knows I don't know. Or maybe she doesn't. Maybe she thinks I know. But anyway, she doesn't stop talking. I listen to her, glad of her voice in the glum silence. The others listen too. They are lonely, like me.
Cat, I can take you home now, she says. She says it in Human and I purr at her. I have no idea what she is talking about.
Cat, we have enough money, she says. Her eyes sparkle in the gloom like something shiny dropped in dog dung. Her eyes sparkle in the gloom like hope. I nuzzle her outstretched hand. I have no idea what she is hopeful about.
Cat, you're my Christmas present, she tells me. I flick my tail. She keeps talking. She says,
The American Obesity ProblemThe American Obesity Problem5 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
Til We See Sun- A Fan Tribute The stage was silent for the first time that night; the myriad of lights that had until recently slashed across its surface were dark and cold. The audience sat in dark silence, waiting with baited breath, their eyes riveted to the stage and the hidden figures upon it; a thousand pairs of bright eyes waiting for the finale of the show.Til We See Sun- A Fan Tribute4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On stage, hidden in the forgiving shroud of darkness, a gray earth pony mare named Octavia held her bow lightly in her right hoof, shifting her weight as she pulled her cello close with the other. Sweat dampened her forehead, causing stray strands of her black mane to stick to her coat; it had been an amazing show so far, an incredible assortment of music the combinations of which had most likely never been seen in Equestria before. Pianos and guitars, drums and flutes, lyres and brass,