SmileYou must be tired from your walk; come closer
to Granny. The forest isn't for little girls
to wander. I must have a talk with your mother.
Well, let's see what she made me. What? You made
it all? Why, you're just getting more and more talented!
Picking perfect fruit is difficult you know. Just look
at how shiny this red apple is! I can see my own face.
Take a look. Go on, don't be shy. Good girl. Look
how pretty you are. Smile. That red coat goes very nicely
with that pretty blonde hair of yours. Where did you get that
blonde hair from? Not from me. But Granny made that coat
for you, remember? Of course you do. And you baked
this cherry pie all by yourself? And look at that! You even
wove the crust together I'm very impressed. You should
be proud of yourself. Why aren't you smiling? What's wrong?
Come closer to Granny. Be a good girl and smile. Bad things
happen to pretty girls who don't smile. Let Granny hold your
hand. It's very pink, much softer than I remember. But wh
marla,dear marla,marla,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you never deserved to be shoved under the bed,
like something that was worth forgetting.
i want you to know that I can still hear you singing in the bathroom
it haunts me like your smile does,
remember when we cried our first night there?
as i got better you got worse.
i knew that you weren't okay,
and i should of said something to someone.
but i was selfish, and together we were pretty and sick,
together it felt okay, to not be okay.
your mother stopped calling me when i had run out of things to say,
the day i had no words, all of you dissolved from her mind,
and i wanted you to know marla, that you are non-decomposing to me.
i have a journal of everyday we spent together,
on our last day, if i'd known,
i would of hu
Parentheses All Clicking Shuti.Parentheses All Clicking Shut5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Let's say you have a story. Let's say you have a page where there should be a story, but the paper is empty and the inkstains are fresh on your tongue and the words keep diving back into your throat every time you try to speak or write. Remember, darling, when you told me that a bare book is like the faces of newly-made angels? You used to have something for this: a shallow well inside your chest where you could put the thoughts and the silence and the prayers and other forgotten things and every time you needed something beautiful I would reach inside and pull it out for you. But it's gone now, the well and the water and whatever else was in it. Everything is gone.
I once was a writer too, you know, back before there were things like castles and dragons and fairytales and true love always ended in flames. I built a story built a world built a kingdom, a forest filled with arrow-backed saplings and leaves swimming in golden light, the sun gliding down to illuminate the dark patc
eric and wanda's relationshiphis heels are rubbed raw to a shining pink, an inch away from free bleeding. his name is eric and his shoes are too small. his name is eric and his arms are more like a bulletin board than limbs. his name is eric and the last time he had a roof to live under, he was fourteen and shooting up for the first time.eric and wanda's relationship5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
the boy looks rough.
his mother left when he was sixteen, fed up with the hell he brought into the house -- the singed toilet bowl; the shaved cat; the hypodermic needles.
eric says his father left when he was eight. by "left", eric means he found him staining the bath tub crimson with his wrists. it took two weeks and four bottles of bleach before anyone could shower without screaming as the red washed from hidden crevices of the basin.
the last time he had a decent meal was too long. when he bends down, the entire outline of his spine smiles at passersby, greeting them with eve
ergo propter hocI want to draw EVERYTHINGergo propter hoc4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because right now I'm away from all my pens and pencils
I want to play EVERY SONG
because right now I don't have my guitar
I want to see EVERY amazing sight
because right now I can't afford to travel
I want to hang out with ALL my friends
because right now they're all busy
I want to eat the BEST foods
because right now all I have is pasta
I want to clean my WHOLE apartment
because right now I'm not home
I want to love you
because right now I don't even know who you are
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 1(Regular POV)Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-Sugar Cube Corner-
"Pinkie Pie? Are you feeling alright?" questioned the cinnamon-colored mare who had a cutie mark shaped like a cookie that had a bite taken out of it.
Pinkie looked over to the other female pony and smiled, nodding her head.
"Of course I'm alright, Ginger Snap. Why do you ask?" she asked with a grin, her speech slightly garbled due to something being in her mouth.
Ginger Snap's only answer was to look at the three-foot-long strand of strawberry licorice hanging from the pink pony's mouth. Her gaze then wandered to Pinkie's stomach, which was bulging slightly.
Pinkie noticed where Ginger Snap was looking and giggled slightly.
"Yeah, I know. Guess all those goodies I've been eating these past six weeks didn't like being eaten. They're making me fat". Her tone suddenly changed as she shouted, "Oh, those manure-heads, I'm gonna kill them!"
Brown eyes widened as Ginger Snap slowly backed away from the suddenly angry Pinkie Pie.
The poofy-maned mare grumbled
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 4(Regular POV)Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 44 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The streets of Ponyville were unusually busy today. It was late afternoon, yet all the shops were still open and the sky was perfectly clear.
To anyone who lived in Ponyville, it was clear that something important was going to happen today.
And, for what was probably the first time, Twilight Sparkle and her friends were completely unaware of what was happening.
"What's going on?" Twilight asked the five other mares and Spike.
None of them seemed to have an answer.
"The last time I saw every-pony this worked up was when Princess Celestia came for a visit" Rarity commented.
Twilight nodded in agreement. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide in a mixture of what appeared to be realization and absolute terror.
Her dragon assistant walked up to her side, asking her why she was so distressed. He gave a glance at her stomach, as though he believed her unborn foal was to blame for her pain.
The unicorn sighed.
"She doesn't know. I haven't told her yet" Twilight explained to he
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 5(Regular POV)Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 54 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun was just beginning to rise as the six ponies and the dragon stepped into the home of the royal sisters. As the sun was rising, the guests were not surprised to find that only Princess Luna was there to greet them.
She didn't speak, but rather chose to lead them into the hall which was decorated with stained glass windows depicting acts of heroism not only by the six mortal ponies, but also by the two princesses.
They were not alone. Standing in front of the newest addition to the hall-the image of Discord's second imprisoning- was a light blue unicorn using magic to clean the glass. The unicorn wore a cloak and hood, obscuring their face and cutie mark. They seemed to not realize that any-pony had entered the hall.
"Ocean Breeze" Luna called to the unicorn pony, who turned to face her.
The mare shook her head to lower her hood, revealing a pair of crystal blue eyes and an ocean blue curly mane.
The mare, named Ocean Breeze, lifted her head to lo
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 2(Regular POV)Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 24 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I told you we should have just gone to the doctors" Rainbow Dash told Twilight as the seven of them (the six ponies, plus Spike) walked through town. They were heading to said doctors, actually.
"Well, you can't really blame her for coming to that conclusion. She doesn't know us that well and our symptoms do match those of pregnancy" the purple unicorn said, hesitating before saying the last word.
It seemed her hesitation was needed, as the moment she said that word, everyone became oddly quiet.
It was a truth that none of them could deny, but no-pony wanted to admit it.
Based solely on the symptoms, the mares could easily believe that they could be pregnant. But, that was impossible. None of them had been with any stallions, ever.
So, there had to be something else wrong with them-some illness that just happened to have the same symptoms as pregnancy.
Though, if they did have some rare illness, they would have a lot more problems to deal w
Daddy's Pride.Daddy's Pride.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'd been at work all day long. Tie and briefcase and shiny, leather shoes, scrubbed and polished with that shit your wife got you on Saturday. Black polish. Promised to have that classic spit polished shine every man was after and everything else you could ever dream.
Sitting on the MRT just looking at them. They shine so nicely. Like your beautiful wife that was almost a trophy, but so much more valuable. Like the combined smiles of your twin sons. Like your daughter's black, black eyes.
Life's easy. Just running the family business, as usual, isn't it? You get off at your stop and wonder why everyone's always in such a hurry, almost running for those escalators when they finally penguin waddle push their way out of the subway car with a practiced frantic ease that you can almost taste in the back of your throat.
Like the drip of a smell.
Shoe polish in the windpipe.
I'm standing by the light change, surrounded on all sides by a sea of faceless people that just don't care that th
Rise of the HunterDeath, death laid in torturous wakeRise of the Hunter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As sunbeams lower find horrors wait
Fear looms o’er star lit skies
But will the moon light ever rise?
Let destroyers of courage reign?
And let dark fire take for gain?
But unsilenced freedom is not lost
For unshaken light has pierced the deep forest
One rises from dragons nest
Bearing mark of evil upon his chest
But low, the dead emblem glows
Moon’s silver light and sunbeam gold
Hardened by hell yet blessed by the light
A legend rises in the untamed night
From flying gleams of iron bars
Blessed light of moon lit shards
To shining blade of crescent shape
Destroyed the hope of demons sate
And when arise the shadows screams
The Hunter fulfills the darkest of darkness' dreams
Cameron QuisengCuteCameron Quiseng5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As can be, with
Riveting muscles. I'm not
Obsessed with him.
No, but I'm certainly a fan.
Quite charming, he is.
Unique in his own way
I hope to meet him somewhere
Even if it takes 3 months and 6 days,
Never shall I
Mending FencesThey called me a fence,Mending Fences5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and built me up strong
with hammers and nails and wood
To keep them all safe,
dividing their lines,
all day and all night, there I stood.
They called me a wall
and pounded my sides,
berating and cursing my name
They peered through my peepholes
and tried to get past
though both of my sides were the same.
They called me a barrier
and used me for war,
drawing weapons, they climbed o'er my wall
The other side snarled
and did just the same,
so both, in their anguish, did fall
They now call me nothing
for both sides are dead,
I stand over rubble and bone
I silently watched
as each side fell apart
Here I stand, as a fence, all alone.
the smell of limesI cant sleepthe smell of limes7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lie in the dark
the last time
I saw you
how your fingers
smelled like limes
and I wanted
to eat them
but instead I
played along with
that were just
the safe thing
and Im always
and lying awake
in the dark
a pen at a knife fight.there is twilight in his breathing.a pen at a knife fight.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
legs like spiders.
eyes of sinking ships,
holding onto the edge with shaking fingertips.
is the water cold?
cold enough to stop air from flowing to his lungs?
auburn hair and a heart too big.
a pen always enclosed in a thoughtful fist.
words spill out one by one,
haunted by ghost nouns and verbs gone wrong.
the thoughts roam from behind his eyes,
make their way down to his spine.
there they hang with poems unread,
while monsters and verses stay trapped in his head.
an empty house can say a lot
of harder times and connections lost.
there he strums a guitar alone,
thinking of the girl he calls his home.
where coffee is brewing,
and they sleep in the same bed.
where together they fight the monsters,
that dwell in their heads.
No More QuestionsLove is not patient.No More Questions6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is not kind.
Never trusting or obedient
Why it is a fools errand to love.
Love is not tender.
Love does not conquer.
Never hope or a summers day
Even I know what love is not.
Love is not faith.
Love does not wait.
Never a resting place or shelter
It has no place in the hearts of men.
If that's not love, what is you ask?
Love is so more than patient.
Love is so much more than kind.
Not only trusting and obedient
Fools are not the only ones to fall in love.
Love waits decades.
Love inspires generosity.
Love is too strong to be tender.
Love has no need to be a violent conqueror.
Not only hope and every seasons beauty
I know love is so difficult to comprehend.
Love lasts as a foundation.
Love inspires rather than use
LostI lie awakeLost6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Afraid to sleep
If I stay awake
I see him in the day
If I fall asleep
I suffer hell through the night
Can I ever win against him?
Maybe if I jump off the cliff of sanity
I could beat him
No such luck
He's still there
As strong as ever
Haunting my dreams
He can be either.
But no matter what his game
I always lose.
FreeDark hearts that run dead.Free6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whose fingers reach for the sky
Beckoning for you
To uncover its secrets
And finally set it free.
Mirror mirrorMirror mirror lying flatlyMirror mirror6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On my bed
Showing me the life
I would have liked to live
As faces come and
As pictures go
I see the face of one certain girl
Mirror mirror held up higher
Face to face
A smile twisted behind tears
Waiting to break
The soul she has and the pain she sees
I swear this girl could be the twin of me
Mirror mirror separating
Hands on cool crisp glass
The space between my fingers
Should fit yours perfectly
If only we were together
With each pounding heartbeat
New thoughts pouring in
My head spins more and more
Silence over comes it all
Till nothings left
You Just Wait, A Sips Tekkit Poem.Listen Sjin, here's the plan,You Just Wait, A Sips Tekkit Poem.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's more than just a flash in the pan.
Those fools will soon be kicking the can,
First, we convince them to make a reactor,
(That is the most important factor!)
Then when its built, we sneak in.
With stealth and speed we steal,
all the coolants and run like hell,
to our actual build right over the hill,
the reactor will soon be overloaded, as you can guess.
We watch them, asleep in their shed,
Oblivious in their beds to the awaiting catastrophe,
Just right next door!
With a shake and a roar,
Honeydew Inc will be no more!
And all their stuff?
Don't look at me like that Sjin, dear friend.
Their factory unable to mend!
Its the perfect plan,
just left with rubble on the sand.
But wait, there's more!
There will be lots at hand,
that you may not be able to apprehend.
They will be helpless.
The blast will be large,
in their sheds they will be fine,
i made sure of that!
But our decoy building will b
good intentionsforgive megood intentions7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never meant to
complicate your life
I couldnt know,
that when your eyes
settled on mine
GameI fall to my kneesGame6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For mercy from him.
But all he does is laugh.
Does he think its a game?
Because of him I'm not the same.
He hurts me...
He killes me...
Will he ever let me be?
I stand alone in the dark
But he's there
I can feel him.
Somewhere in the shadows.
Suddenly he presses against my back
His lips linger at my ear.
"Found you" he whispers
And I lose the game.
Heavenly Call...The cold hard fury of the Lord,Heavenly Call...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a judgment I have long adored.
This grip of judgment I possess,
helps relieve my Lords distress.
Straight and true, with endless hunger,
does this blade tear lives asunder.
A message wrought of cold, hard steel,
twas made by men who do not feel.
A gift of life to help spread death,
a cross to bear mans faint last breath.
This thing no more a pure extension,
of my Lords red intervention.
Now upon this hill I stand,
the Lords bright sword held tight in hand.
Given task and duty-bound,
I hear the screams of earth all round.
And I pray that what I do may be enough.
CrashI drove on the wrong side of the street tonight, but only for a second. Just long enough to see I was the only one going the wrong way, just long enough to almost hit a couple people.Crash8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But there was nothing more than a scare...
I guess they knew who I was looking for. I guess they knew I wouldn't settle for anything less then a head on collision. So I can't blame them for getting out of my way, and at least I left them shaking because we almost hit each other. But they'll never know I'm shaking because we never did.
Maybe I should have listened when I was told nothing good would come from trying, Maybe I should have remembered that it would hurt like nothing else. I couldn't resist the chance to feel like only it could make you feel though, and I figured not to try was a form of trying anyways. So I crossed the lines and undermined what everyone had said.
Of course I came out safe and sound again. Even though I thought for sure 4am was the perfect time for a crash, you didn't show up.