Missing youMissing youMissing you11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sitting here now
An missing you.
Its a pain,
A constant longing
That never goes away.
I lie in bed at night
Wishing you were here
To hold me tight.
I feel so empty
I feel so alone
I only want to be in your arms.
I wish i could see you
If only for 5 minutes,
I long to hear your voice.
I want you here,
I need you here
Now and forever.
But instead I am left alone
Trapped in this hole
And missing you...
Missing youI miss youMissing you9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Being so far away
Can't wait for the day
That I see you again
Time stands still
Waiting for you
If only you knew
How your smile makes me feel
I miss you
Hearing your laughter
I wish time went by faster
So I could see you again
Cause and Effect - A Writer's GuideCause and Effect - A Writer's Guide3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Cause and Effect
~a guide to protagonists
Protagonist. That's a nice, official-sounding word, isn't it? You don't have the 'good guy'. You don't have the 'hero/heroine'. The protagonist is your main character, the one people love, and the term is usually considered interchangeable with the first two definitions.
That's not actually true. Protagonist does not mean 'good guy' and antagonist does not mean 'bad guy'. Heroes and villains get lumped into subjective categories, but protagonists and antagonists are completely different things.
Protagonists and antagonists are automatically related to one another, and often end up being opposing forces. No matter what, the protagonist must be capable of some form of conscious thought--otherwise they aren't capable of having a point of view, and you end up with nothing.
The antagonist, however, doesn't even need to be alive. Is a tornado an antagonist? It certainly can be. Any situation or being the prot
septemberseptember was never a happy month for herseptember7 years ago in Other More Like This
because sometimes she got the feeling she was an apple
and they fell down. rain drops
scattered around her collar bone so that for a moment
she'd feel like someone was there
and she'd smile. it takes
forty-three muscles to frown but only
seventeen to smile. sometimes she thought
she needed the excercise.
she had been sitting there for a day, not moving
except for a sudden flinch every one hour and thirty-six minutes
when she'd scrape her knuckles in the gravel pit until
they would bleed over the bruises
she had gotten.
but, then again, october was never even a month.
bright eyes - collabtheres a girl whose lips taste like a half moon and her fingers like the sun, just two minutes and thirty three seconds before dawn. you know the way you feel, when youre standing outside in the near-dark with a cold chest and cold toes, waiting for the sun to appear from behind the horizon. when theres a whisper in the leaves and murmurs from the grass, and the mud; its filling the gaps between your toes and youre crying. it is just like her, you think. just like her fingers with cracked nails and calloused fingertips.bright eyes - collab6 years ago in Teen More Like This
theres a girl whose got bright eyes and makes you think about eating tea and biscuits in houses with whitewashed walls. she makes you think that maybe the clouds are dreams but then it rains and you want to disappear; sink into nothingness. shes oh so beautiful with her vicious thoughts and destructive tendencies, but the worst thing though, is the way she always smells of paint. of aerosol cans and pretty colours, and the way
17yearsFive years old, laughter in our cheeks..17years7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Young girls, trading shoes and necklaces.
I didn't think anything could destroy what we
Had, since our friendship survived High School
And all the stones being thrown.
But now I cannot say anything to you, because
I do not know you. Even though my heart has
Always said your name, for 17years.
But the thing that sickens me, is that after all
These years, we literally have nothing to
Show for it. But my tears and empty comments
On your facebook page. It really hurts.
How I can love you soo much, and try so hard,
And I feel like you don't even care to call me
When I give you my number.
It's been 3years since I spoke to you,
Since I even saw your face. And so, to call you
My friend, tastes like such a lie.
I tried so hard to keep this friendship from dieing,
But when one person tries so hard, and the other
Person doesn't try at all, things die even faster.
Tired I am of reaching out to you, just to come
Back with empty hands and feeling like I did
a poem for terrible people.i want to write a poem about primrosesa poem for terrible people.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and how i am not a terrible person.
i am disordered but not disorderly. i am broken up.
i think nice thoughts like "streetlight" and "linens,"
and is there an instruction guide on happiness?
i could write one for you.
step one, paint your eyes cobalt blue.
step two, hang fireworks from coat hangers.
step three, turn into a dandelion. blow away.
my heart tries to escape from my throat.
okay, i am guilty in ways that you cannot tell anyone,
ever, not even imaginary best friends.
or real ones.
freud says i am an iceberg, but i don't know
if he means i am full of repressed thought
or just a frigid bitch who will cut you open.
step four, there is no step four.
if i am an iceberg, i desperately need someone
to warm me in the palms of their hands.
no one ever will though, because i sink ships
and tear people apart.
once there was a girl who told people
that she was not terrible, but the primroses
in her garden would never bloom
as if th
Why Do You Hate Me?Why Do You Hate Me?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I lay here on this cold winter's night
I begin to wonder what I have done wrong
That you could become so angered enough
To bash my head with glass
And kick me till my body
Was covered with bruises and blood
The blood that would never stop running
All I have to ask is why?
Why did you want to harm me so bad?
I had loved you with all of my heart
Because you were my master
And all I ever wanted to do was please you
My heart is full of pain
When I think of my beloved sister
We were sleeping so soundly together
When you grabbed her by the neck
And dragged her out the door
Her helpless cries pierced my ears
The ones that were caused
When you set her fur aflame
And let her burn away to ashes
Now I lay here wondering why?
Why did you have to torture her to death?
She loved you as much as I did
Because you were her master
And she never tried to disobey
My body is growing so cold and numb
I can feel my time is now coming to an end
I still love you, my
eyes like the universe.leonard mccoy was not a sentimentalist. not after the only woman he ever loved decided to tear his heart damn near into a thousand pieces and leave them scattered in the dust. he dimly remembered the heady, rushing high of falling in love and the warm glow of being loved in return; but he had given up on the rose-tinted future years ago. he’d believed in love-at-first-sight once, maybe, but he felt too goddamn old and jaded to keep holding onto a fairytale.eyes like the universe.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
and then he had staggered into a shuttle to the starfleet academy, and found himself forced into a seat beside jim kirk. he remembered exchanging pleasantries - if ‘i may throw up on you’ could be called a pleasantry, which he severely doubted - and telling him more about himself than he ever meant to. why he thought the kid would be interested in his marital - fuck, ex-marital - strife, he wasn’t sure, but he was still smarting from the divorce, and he’d sort of asked.
and then the engines wer
Reflection of an Anorexic Mirror Mirror,Reflection of an Anorexic5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the wall
Who is the thinnest
One of all
I know it's not me
I'm just too fat
Long and tall
Who is the skinniest
One of all
Stand up straight
Suck in your gut
Then I may not hate
Clear and bright
Please don't watch
As I starve tonight
Disgusting and lifeless
Without another guess
Don't show me
Bent over, wishing
For what I can't be
I'm stuck in this body
With food to fear
Broken and shattered
Don't stare at me
With this body battered
With blood running
Down my curled fist
Stupid mirror, you had it coming!
Draw with meI look out and see you thereDraw with me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try to yell but you just stare
You make odd gestures
I get the hint
I get some chalk
and draw on our block
I throw you a piece
you catch it with ease
My hand I raise
and look into your gaze
our hands never meet
yet they are as close as they can get
A chill goes down my spine
then I see your eyes shine
I draw six words
words that can't come true
I see you frown
so I get up off the ground
I throw one swing
To be with you
The clear class smashes
but something happens
It all retracts
and I am left with one arm
I sit in front of our block
And pick up the chalk
My lines are all squiggly
I can not draw
When I come back
there's a little box that's black
I slowly open
Only to see the unbelievable
You soon appear
then it's all clear
Your missing an arm
and I read
poema 11A MIS PRIMASpoema 118 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
POR A.J CADIZ
Desde aquí lo único que puedo hacer
Es desearte lo mejor
Siempre te imagino sonriendo
Aunque eso me conlleve a llorar
Y extrañarte por todo lo lejos
Siempre estarás allí
No importa que no nos hablemos
No importa la distancia ni el mar
Se que la sangre agua no se hace
Y mis recuerdos no se borraran
Desde aquí lo que deseo es verte feliz
Y que cada día sonrías más
Siempre los recuerdos de niño vienen y se quedan
Cuando las fotos las veo una y otra vez
Pero todavía se que estas allí
Y que también me recuerdas
Y que extrañas esta parte del planeta
Que sueñas con las vacaciones perfectas
Al lado de los que no ves
Por que en tu corazón permanecen
Por que no importa lo lejos que alguien se encuentre
La sangre no se olvida del amor ni los recuerdos
Desde aquí lo que te quiero decir
Es que te recuerdo un sin fin
Y hay muchos mas que al igual que yo
Te quieren mucho e inclus
ParkourPushing the limits of society's realityParkour8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always moving; ever flowing
Reaching for new heights in order to be free
Kick off walls; never slowing
Opening pathways where others see barriers
Under the rail, off the building
Re-modelling one's paradigm of the world..
1 y 2--No apto para Enamorados1 y 2--No apto para Enamorados8 years ago in Teen More Like This
01 y 02-- No apto para Enamorados
LOS HOMBRES LAS PREFIEREN PELIRROJAS
Aquel chico flacucho de anteojos grandes observaba detenidamente el cielo. Parecía que esperaba a alguien. Desde el principio pude darme una idea de lo que él deseaba. Nosotras tres salíamos de la escuela. Nuestras faldas escolares se mecían con el viento, provocando que nos sintiéramos frescas. Nuestra blusa de mangas cortas también ayudaba a combatir ese terrible calor de marzo. Caminá-bamos juntas como siempre, pasando por el pequeño parque detrás de la escue-la Secundaria.
¡No de verdad! Te lo juro.
¡¿En serio?! ¿Cómo crees?
Mis amigas parecían no ponerse de acuerdo. Yo sólo las seguía a sus espal-das escuchándolas con toda calma. De vez en cu
frustrateevery time you say my name,frustrate5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hear 'i love you' in its place.
the insistence on apathy,
the determination to stay neutral,
is a constant stutter.
i want you to allow yourself
to want me,
to tell me what it feels like,
to know what i am.
i have nothing holding me back
but two arms like thin vines
grown on another girl.
she is why i am afraid
to love you
2. LoveLove2. Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is such an overused
And misunderstood word,
But not a word
Or an emotion;
It's a choice.
A choice to put the beloved
To make them feel special,
Make them feel cherished,
Show them that they are respected,
That they are wanted and needed,
To show them the beauty
That one sees in them.
To be loved
Is an entirely different
It is to feel special,
Wanted and needed,
To feel beautiful...
And to feel safe doing so.
It is much more difficult for me
To feel loved than it is
For me to love another;
I love so easily,
Give of myself so freely,
That it is easy for me to be
Taken advantage of...
And it has become difficult for me
So I love,
But am afraid of believing
That I am loved,
For to believe would allow
Me to be very hurt,
Should I not truly be as loved
As I think I am.