BulimiaBulimia11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was always watching her. Every second of every day. I loved her like she was mine.
She ran her finger over her 8mm flesh hole and gazed at his number printed on her hand. She copied the number in to her mobile and walked in to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, her scruffy black hair, black eyes, too much make up, pale skin, chequered mini skirt, black corset, fishnets and big boots, she was your ultimate rebellion. She peeled off her sweaty, gig clothes and turned on the shower. She turned back to the mirror, how she hated herself. She ran her hands down the sides of her slender body and turned to the toilet to puke up the contents of todays meals. She wiped the tears from her eyes and the sick from her mouth when she was done. She forced a smile and muttered to herself 'I have control'. She stepped in to the shower and let the water run down her grubby body. She admired the bruises that were appearing over her body, that's what you get for being hardcore at shows.
Skin Deep.Skin Deep.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I looked into the glass today,
And quickly did I look away.
For what I saw was nothing good,
That shamed the ground on which I stood.
I do not possess attractive looks;
Quite unlike ones in fashion books.
Awkward and strange do I live my life,
Dealing always with this mental strife.
A message repeats within my head,
"Not at all pretty? Better off dead!"
Have ever you heard of the Ugly Duck?
I'll remain in this stage for all my luck.
I will never be seen for what's inside,
So I suppose it's now the time to hide.
To hide myself where they can't see
What shames their eyes to look at me.
I wonder what it is 'they've' got,
That will never tie me with their lot.
They are not 'smart' and don't read books,
But are truly loved for their stunning looks.
And then I wonder, am I loved at all?
Or will I steadily continue to fall?
Will I ever be loved in that special way?
Will I ever have what 'they' have today?
Won't they see who I am for what I can be?
Or will they hate who I am;
Some Aren'tSome attractions are immediate. Love at first sight, if you will.Some Aren't6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For Wheelie and Mudflap, this was not so. The first time Wheelie rolled into the Autobot hangar, Mikaela at his side, he looked disdainfully at the Autobots, and they glowered back. Mudflap was no exception, despite the fact that he had seen the former Decepticon quite a bit. In fact, he and his twin, Skids, went as far as to mock Wheelie.
No, their attraction was built upon months of repeatedly being pushed together for missions. They were the smallest, youngest, and least experienced, so more experienced people like Optimus Prime saw it fit that they work together. At first, this was a constant annoyance, and the twins backed into their own corner, leaving Wheelie alone. In fact, the only reason Mudflap even began communicating with Wheelie was because Skids was called away.
Two months after Wheelie induction as an Autobot a message came from the twins father. It was of urgent importance that Skids go to him imme
A Dark-Hunter HalloweenA Dark-Hunter HalloweenA Dark-Hunter Halloween9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Stomping her foot like a petulant child, Simi sauntered away from the human boy dressed as a vampire. She had been delighted to find the boy. The boy, no older than eighteen and probably on his way to a party, has also been delighted…at first. When Simi started talking barbeque, Acheron, leader of a group of immortal warriors known as the Dark-Hunters, had to intervene.
Whirling on the spiked heel of her thigh-high boots, Simi confronted the terrified human again.
"You're lucky, boy. If akri hadn't been here, you'd be toast. No, not toast. Barbeque. Flame-broiled. Mmm," Simi's eyes closed as if savoring the thought. When they snapped back open, her eyes flashed red for a moment before returning to the vibrant green shade she was wearing tonight. "You'd deserve it, too. You got Simi all excited, thinking she was gonna get to fry some Daimon. But, no. You just had to be a human. Why you dressing as a Daimon anyway? I know
Crying GirlThere is a girl in the corner cryingCrying Girl10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears swelling in her red eyes
The room is full of other people
But they all just pass her by
For what they see is just not there
A smiling face so bright and clear
The sorrow's hidden from their sight
They just can't see the fear
She is slowly disappearing now
They do not see her go
Becoming a part of the darkness
Letting the depression grow
The wall that she created
To protect her from the pain
Has finally turned against her
She will become the slain
No one will come to save her
They do not see her cry
She has given into darkness
And in darkness she will die
There was a girl in the corner
But no longer is she there
She ceases to be living
She had no strength to care
Will anybody miss her
Now that she is gone
Life's cruel fate has killed her
It played her like a pawn
I know that I will miss her
I just wish that you could see
You knew the girl in the corner
The crying girl was me
MouseLittle dancing mouseMouse10 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
who plays in the warm sunlight
thinks not 'tomorrow.'
Poetry is StupidPoetry is Stupid10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think Poetry is stupid.
So, I'm going to make some up right now and see if its as easy as it looks.
1. A, B, A, B...Ring a bell? No? Didnt think so DevART poets.
Dark clouds gathered on the moor that night,
Childeren followed a guiding light,
All to watch the swordsmen fight,
The first stumbled, the second would smite,
And then go and follow that guiding night.
2. Amazing run on line Dark an' spooki poetry.
Don't look at me
I am lost and
You found me. To late
I've lost myself
in this. Insanity
And I scream
But listen and think when
Don't look at me.
3. Really short ones. But really meaningful!
A distorted imageA distorted image,A distorted image10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of one's personality.
Like a spatter of water,
On a shattered mirror.
A blur of reality,
Rushed past me.
The truth is concealed.
In a sacred place.
A life of trance,
Is what I am in.
When the genuine
Will strike me,
I will soon develop
An entity of doom,
Will soon be altered.
And a creation of
Ecstasy will take her
A prominent image,
Of one's personality.
Like perfection achieved,
In a shattered mirror.