Quiet Little Broken HeartLittle broken heartQuiet Little Broken Heart12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please cry no longer.
That which does not kill us
Serves to make us stronger.
Faint little beats
You emit like tears
I promise I'll protect you
Better than past years.
Silently pounding my poor aching heart.
Just because it's over, you need not break.
I'll always be here.
I'll let you heal no matter how long it takes.
Tremble no longer my Sweet bitter heart.
I know your cuts run oh so deep.
But no more pain
Can I let you seep.
Little broken heart.
Stay locked away.
I'll always protect you.
My own self love will not stray.
Sex isSex is13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lay back
you get ready
you ask me
i can hear
i can feel
get so close
you are me
i am you
Bodies aren't doorsBodies aren't doors,Bodies aren't doors6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After they close,
they can never be opened
Even in typing this
eulogy, I swear
I can still feel the rain
and glance my nose.
You really did that once,
I swear, I can still
feel your fingers
down my face
like petals, soft and white.
I used to sit under the cherry tree beside you.
55 Breaking Dawn Fun FactsOkay.55 Breaking Dawn Fun Facts8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I just finished reading Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer and seriously.
I mean SERIOUSLY!?!?!?!?
What was Meyer thinking? Dont get me wrong, I loved Twilight. New Moon was so-so. Eclipse annoyed me. And then came Breaking Dawn. I probably should have known when the cover art was released that this book would be differentbut not so drastically different. There are TOO MANY issues with this one. Things I just cant let go, so Im going to run down some problems/comments I have.
1) The characters were all flat. From the opening scene when Bella went to the gas station the book did not read the same as the first three. The characterization was different.
2) If Edward really loved and understood Bella he would not have bought her fancy expensive cars. What was wrong with buying her a stylish yet aged car? Like the Mustang Anne Hathaway drives in The Princess Diaries.
3) Im glad Bella and Edward got married but, in all of Meyers books why is there alwa
Dark Thoughts CallDark Thoughts Call11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dark Thoughts Call
Have you ever practiced in the art of pain?
Letting all feeling consume your brain
The blood rushing from every pulsating vein
Watching it drip in a stream of red rain
Never before did such a feeling arise
Not really crying though tears flow from your eyes
Appearing as though you’re plotting a self inflicted demise
Failing to release all physical ties
A deep crimson puddle lays at your feet
As a lack of the fluid forces you to your seat
The top and bottom eyelids meet
Your ears tune in to your heart’s decreasing beat
Flesh delicately carved and harshly slit
Watching a candle previously lit
The unnatural high ready to hit
As your mind leaves you bit by bit
The utopian liberation stirring within
Emotions in turmoil over this sin
Searching for a center to pin
Never a dull moment when on the outside looking in
The room grows darker still
Undecided on your will
Staring at a dangerous pill
Now ready to finish the kill.
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
GrenadeGrenade (2011)Grenade5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Avalon R.
So say I give you a second chance
To teach me that I'm wrong
That all the lies
And all the pain
And all the broken jabs
Were nothing but a dream
Some sick sadistic mistake
That you're very sorry for
I know that I'll forgive you
Though I know that things won't change
This time the key to my heart is the grenade
You'll just blow it up anyways.
Rf 2 - Meet MarissaRf 2 - Meet Marissa5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
150 Things Not To Do At Hogwarts
By: Avalon R.
I do not own Harry Potter, just Zoё and Marissa and most of the plots
Random Filler #2 Meet Marissa
June 6th was a very stormy day especially by six in the evening when Marissa Fenix, the first and only child of the two most devious of Voldemort's followers, was born. Marissa did not scream nor did she giggle or make any sound. She merely glared at her doctor, her nurses, her parents and anyone else who came to see the new born child and congratulate the disappointed Fenixs'.
Marissa took after her Asian mother though she did have some traits from her father. She had long black wavy hair like her mother, and her father's acid like green eyes that could strike a fear into your heart when they pinned you with a dark glare, which was her specialty. Her thin lips never turned up into smiles but instead formed sadistic smirks which sent shivers down your spine. One never wanted Marissa to look at you in any way that woul
ART THIEF MANUALTHE ART THIEF MANUALART THIEF MANUAL8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
During my career as the Perverted Art Thief Hunter I have encountered various plagiarists. I dont consider myself to be an uber N00B killer (Hell, it takes more than just one person to get the scum banned! So, teamwork, teamwork, teamwork!), but Im no newbie. And Id like to share my experience with you.
Why? Some of you may find this essay simply amusing. Some may want to use it as a tutorial. Or just to compare my stories with their own. But lets not focus on the introduction, and cut to the chase, shall we?
TYPICAL ART THIEF LINES (and what do I think about them)
Youre just jealous!
Yes, I am Of the original artists talent, not some low wannabe, who doesnt even try to lift up a pencil.
Its not mine! My brother/sister/cousin/friend/whatever made it!
In that case I suggest your brother/sister/cousin/friend/whatever get their own account.
Intro to: I'll Smack the Crazy Out of You10 Reasons Why We Hate YouIntro to: I'll Smack the Crazy Out of You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
10. You're such a selfish person to hurt me like you did
9. You still steal friends even though you have plenty who do as you bid
8. You're were a horrible friend never there when you were needed
7. And You're quite the little liar and your words should be heeded
6. You're a home wreaking whore
5. You ruin friendships too - I hope he finds you a bore
4. You really can't sing I don't know why you do.
3. You're face makes me wanna punch you
2. You're not smart, you're not funny and you're not perfect, you're gory
1. You're just a fucking retard, there, End of story.
I'm FineI'm Fine (2011)I'm Fine5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Avalon R.
Everyone asks the same question
They ask it over and over again
I don't know why they do it
Cause the answer never changes
I tell them what they want to hear
That the pain doesn't stab at me
That I don't cry myself to sleep
That I don't wish that just for once I was good enough
So I will tell you I'm fine even though you know I'm lying
Cause lies are really all I ever had.
-- © An Original Poem from the Mind of Venn --
an orange i.the boy (hiding)an orange i.6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
sitting at the table's edge (his)
peels an orange (tears)
I'm Not Your GameI'm not your game (2011)I'm Not Your Game5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Avalon R.
I look back on the things you said
And wonder why you said them
You clearly never meant it
So why bother?
I wonder why the effort was made
If you were so in love with her
It would make sense to give all that effort to her
So what was it all to you?
Some sick and twisted game
Some fun to have on the side
I'm a person, I had feelings
Now I'm nothing
Hollowed and broken
Doll pieces lying on the floor
I was empty before you
I'm emptier now
I'm not your game
I'm not your fun
I was nothing to you
And soon not even that will matter.
-- © An Original Poem from the Mind of Venn --
Small But Finelet we the hapless stream along with calculated marchings- let we!Small But Fine5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stir this forest's copper underbelly
with grave-robbing palms
with prey-seeking cries
though, we daren't find comfort here,
this brittle cradle of earth's isn't no place for even a one youngthing.
teach us how to hunt to kill.
i've had this all planned out,
but i'm not so good at the finishing.
if we didn't swoop so low we wouldn't crash so much,
i'm awfully hungry.
just last winter's mute-
in a sugar-spun dress,
i used to be made of realness
now i'm knowin i talk too much an i say so little-
no matter what ima be lonesome in my own brains
let we watch november run,
december too while we pump out bloodless veins-
and by we, i [nearly always] mean me
sure i got holes in my shins,
but i'm canopy-lipped,
and i think a little more about standin every every day
so i am thinkin
i should stop
h e r e
just put me
ImposterWhat are you doing here?Imposter5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I said I didn't want you around anymore.
Things are so much better without you, you know.
I feel happy when you're not around.
I feel whole.
Why do you have to show your face, and ruin all of that?
Answer me, dammit.
I'm tired of you showing up, unannounced.
All you ever do is cause trouble.
You cast me to the side, and flaunt yourself as the real me.
I want you to stop doing that, please.
If you care about me at all, you'll go away.
You'll stay away.
Stop telling people you're ME.
Stop telling people YOU'RE happy the way YOU are.
I know you're not.
I know the real you.
I AM the real you.
So, just get the fuck out of here.
Five ThousandFive ThousandFive Thousand5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is part of the series Robsessed which is really just a bunch of short stories about the same characters, there really isn't a time line or a real plot. Raven and Robert Belong to me. Do not use them without my permission
I sit looking over my different accounts. Different places where I post my stories. Looking over how many people had viewed my stories, what comments had been made, and how popular they had become. I am responding to the kind words of those who liked my stories. I am explaining the points I may have not explained properly, promising to go back and make it clearer in the text. Robert is in my washroom, brushing his teeth. He had forced me to watch his most recent horror movie. Yes I support my friend in his choice of career, but he needs to stop taking roles in horror films. He knows how badly they affect me.
As he promised when he showed me the movie he had chosen for this Friday's movie night, he is staying the night, well act
I shall die with out youA single drop came from my eyeI shall die with out you10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I saw you die
You where the best thing ever
And now you're gone
Falling to the ground in tears
I loved you so and now death takes all my fears
I light a candle for I never wanted you to leave
Now ill be alone in this town
I can't throw the thought of us away
I will be alone for all the holidays
Death came to you so young
But why was it the things you did
I throw away my life to morn over your death
I am all alone in this world
This are the days in my life
When there is no sun only cloud's
My friends keep coming telling me to move on
But I wont I don't want to
I only wanted you in my life
From the day we met till the day we died together
I will never have another chance
To tell you how much I care or how much I love you
I might as well die so I can go to hell with you
I never wanted us to part
For life till death I sware to you
Just before you died in my lap
I kissed your lips saying you can't be no you can't
I screamed and cried all night
Now I shall
you make my heart beat fastif every heart beat counts a life time,you make my heart beat fast6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
then i love you for eternity
betrayalThe knife you plunged in my backbetrayal6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Its jagged edges shred my heart
A drawn out conflict at its end
The final act of your betrayal
Once a solid friendship
Now a bitter hatred
Bonds broken by your lies
Memories tarnished by your acts
7 Tips for Writing in the Supernatural Genre7 Tips for Writing in the Supernatural Genre7 Tips for Writing in the Supernatural Genre9 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 1 “Genres” – Section 4 “Supernatural”
With Links to Supplementary Material
A relative newcomer to the list of genres (and widely popularized by the show of the same name), the Supernatural genre is a sort of urban fantasy that involves such factors as subtle magic, monsters, the occult, demons, ghosts, and even God and the Devil. Unlike Fantasy, it is not very limited by time-period, and has a much darker feel. It also often involves the use of the sciences—as it takes place largely in the modern era. Today, I'm going to give you some tips for crafting a story in this genre.
Tip 1: Craft the
HeartacheYou gave me heaven for a short time and now these thoughts wont leave meHeartache7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Another day goes by you smile, and I am stranded and cannot be
For you, youre strong, move on you have. I am left so cold and numb
I wish you happiness deep inside, but outside want your tears to come
Know they wont, you never felt as I do. Should have never told you
Left you my feelings, once again, as I know how and always do
No one in this world compares to what you gave and showed my eyes
But now Im here and so confused, with an anger all I now despise
This mind of mine, disorder engulfed. Nowhere to turn Ive lost it
Dont know what to do in my life anymore, but hurt my body to soothe it
The pain one feels is deep as the ocean, the beauty of earth abandon
Just like you and others before, but blame I cant put on you
Not your fault or mine Id say, my brain just is not working
If I could change it, I surely would. Heal it without cursing
The life Im given, the
I Don't Want to Be BeautifulBut I don't want to be beautiful; I want to destroy myself.I Don't Want to Be Beautiful6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not suicide. Suicide is too quick, too painless. And by the time it's done, you don't even know it. No, I want to be able to relish the feeling. I want to enjoy my destruction; taste it; be it.
I want to feel my fingertips over my rotting chin with the crusting black scabs. I want to grind my fingernails into my cracking skin, picking out the human in me. I don't want be human.
Maybe I'll run somewhere instead of nowhere. Maybe I'll be so tired I'll just collapse, panting panting panting, into the hungry dirt. (Can't you hear the earth grumbling and turning? It's famished.) And when I'm lying, face down, breathing into the slick soil, the other runners will run me over. Or maybe I'll be picked apart like chicken meat from a bone by a swarm of crows.
I hope I live to be a hundred. I would be hideous, falling apart, and I could just sit back and watch, enjoy it, as time does all the hard work for me.