DespairingDespairing11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You've told me no tales, and I've told you no lies
And yet I am the one that still sits here, and cries
Marking the time as the future is stumbling
I despair once again at my life now crumbling
Sorrow runs deep and my tears will stain far
I beg for an answer to the who that we are
Shifting and aimless, with no hope I can keep
I bang against this wall, unbreakable and steep
The scars from the tears, my face they do mar
Cracks in my sanity mark a door standing ajar
Broken and bent, through these shadows I'll creep
The words that you spoke made a rift that's too deep
I can think of your smile, and a part of me sighs
But as soon as my joy is beginning, it dies
What now haunts me, your face it is wearing
For you have becme the crux of my despairing
The cruelty of wordsThe cruelty of words11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It starts with a whisper
and turn to a scream
the story of a girl
that is no longer free to dream
She's the new topic of the week
hearing her story in a new light
but the story is no longer hers
its been twisted and mangled beyond her sight
This once quite innocent girl
no longer innocent in the eyes of her peers
they know her hardships but they dont understand
the girl is now victem to her worst fears
The cruel words whispered behind her back
they don't know me and they never will
their words begin to be to much to bear
and the girl she wishes words could kill
The girl she see's the people stare
constantly fighting back tears
their words are like a hundred stabbing knives
each time their words reach her ears
She goes home and cries
wanting someone to talk to, to understand
but there is no one to talk to, no one to undertand
there is no one to comfort her and take her hand
She is alone in the darkness of her soul
No where to turn to, nowhere to run
In her despair she finds her f
such an assso today i met a little boy with no arms. none at all.such an ass4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i introduced myself to him. i told him my name. i stuck out my hand to shake, only to withdraw it, chuckling. i watched him scowl.
god, i'm such an ass.
i took his picture, told him to take it from me. i watched his jaws like a shark undulate and snap til the polaroid was between his teeth. i felt like a seal in those sharp bicuspids.
i torment handicapped children to get my kicks because no woman would love this monster.
i wanted to see what he'd be like when he got older. i wanted to see how he'd hold his cock for pissing or fucking. i wanted to see what his text messages would look like, i was jonesing for a glimpse of his writing. his print, cursive, arabic. i didn't fucking care, i just wanted it.
god, i'm such an ass.
"mister," he started, a look beyond his years tainting his eyes. "
Wizard of OzWomen fighting over red shoes -- predictable.Wizard of Oz4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
leadenFields of sodden and gray wonderleaden7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
held sway on bubbling laughter
Just see the edge of forgiveness for another
wandering Death smile
Too many questions in the air
Too many faces in that lonely place
Grasping straws and letting go
Drowning in the cemetery
Ribbons tying love to regret
Blasted furnace of her heart
Blackened ashes snowing
Tightrope walking from the start
There she was again; just normal control
Pulling clumps of weeds
as the best friend died
Build complicated reasons
No net to catch her now
Out-shined by brutality
Its all old now
Faithfully lapping sweaty tongues
on fading Percocet
Who gets Mystified?
The sun shows sweeter
and simpler truths
Feel Sober breaking veins
loosening the strains
Tilt her head to the stars
Beat her heart into mercy
I respiri che non sentiI respiri che non senti10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quello che scrivo non e' importante
A Game of WordsCreated from the dust of earthA Game of Words8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bound tightly by
Sharp brambled love
Prone to wonder
Lust and hate
Speaking only truth
Abnegation has no part
Flights of wanton fancy
Forgetting all it never ought
Aspiring to virtue
Yet irreparably flawed
An inconstant maelstrom
Until the last setting of the sun
A conclusion of sorts
Stilling then forevermore.
Endless Night - Second VersionEndless Night - Second Version11 years ago in Horror More Like This
Night had fallen across the sands, and her footsteps were growing slower by the moment.
Still, she trod onward, the goal of her heart ever-present, an entity of its own within her spirit. She knew it lay not far ahead now; her week-long journey was nearly complete.
Does it await me, still, she asked herself, and, expecting no answer, recieved none. She knew she would find out soon the truth of the matter. For good or ill, she was in it until the end, and was glad of it.
An endless eternity, it seemed, had passed since her feet had last traced their way here. The winds had been blowing that time; though they were calm at the moment, she knew they could start again at any given time. This barren waste knew no rules but its own, and those it followed only grudgingly.
Days upon days, time upon time... passing slowly while the air she breathed became blighted with the desire she knew would be coming. The need she would
Count to One HundredCount to One Hundred11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What happend to your wrists?"
"Nasty burn. Spill wax?"
Should have watched the flesh
Six, seven, eight...
In broad daylight, who
couldn't see the smashed can
"Can I borrow a safety-pin?
This pocket won't keep shut."
Eleven merges pink tissue and flesh.
Twelve and thirteen...
A bit of steel exposes muscle
twice more to the air.
Fourteen marks an obsession with blood.
"I need to talk to you."
The blade bites too deep,
The blood couldn't have bubbled into the sink...
Implements are missing,
but the desperate manage.
"No more, right?"
Overreactions again -
Now it's too late to hide it.
Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one...
"I don't think you need to be here."
Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four...
"I don't think so, either."
"What did you do to your hand?"
"You look like Christ,
Willing PreyWilling Prey11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I love,
Your vacant eyes,
Which give nothing away?
I search to find,
Your smooth disguise,
But nothing will they say.
Why do I love,
Your deadly kiss,
With touch so pale and chilled?
It lingers on,
My trembling lips,
Until my senses are stilled.
Why do I love,
Your vampiric bite,
The drunken blissful pain?
The two new scars,
They tell the tale,
Of when my heart was drained.
Why do I love,
Your childish lusts,
Deranged with my appeal?
In touching me,
It sets you free,
I make your world surreal.
But most of all,
I love the voice,
That tells me stay away.
The warning that,
I do not heed,
Makes me the willing prey.
hello death hello loveWe,hello death hello love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in our elaborate form
of not existing,
dance. [to what end]
To influence the
I guess. [to what end]
To entertain the
moon and stars,
I guess. [to what
end me; need
me into the liminal
love (let it be
love out there); for you
I will give up my body]
EternityEternity6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Nyota Uhura gave a heavy sigh as she slipped into her quarters one evening. It had been a rather short shift but her wandering mind had made it seem like an eternity. There were plenty of important things on her mind, none of which had anything to do with her work. Now she wanted to get back to her quarters and get comfortable, but more than that she hoped that Spock was waiting for her. Recently he'd made a habit of being there when she arrived. That is, of course, if he wasn't on shift himself.
Tonight she knew for a fact that he wasn't and that made her hope all the more. She reached up, tugging her long, dark tresses free of their confines. The dark-skinned woman shook her head and the black locks spilled easily over her shoulders. It was like an ease of tension as soon as the pressure was relieved and her hair was free.
Spock was there, and had done something very out of character and fallen asleep in his usual chair. His head was tipped back slightly, large, strong han