SpeakSpeak to meSpeak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will listen
Tell me your story
Sing me your song
Play me the music
That has been gone for so long
Let me listen to the words
Scream HEAR ME to the abyss
Then settle in the silence
Of words made from bliss
Yes I'm DifferentYes my hair is orangeYes I'm Different3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it's standing in all directions
Yes my shoes don't match
Thanks for your corrections
Yes I see you staring
And no that's not a whisper
Yes I'm being different
Is that wrong to you mister?
Thanks for your forced opinion
When I want to listen I'll ask
But right now I'm busy being me
So you can kiss my ass
Where Are You?You disappeared,Where Are You?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm all alone,
Waiting for something
That's long gone
No more laughing,
No more smiling,
It appears that this friendship
Is slowly dying
I've held on this long
But my trampled fingers are slipping
And the thought of you catching me,
Is a thought quickly fading
Where did you go?
Are you ever coming back?
The qualities my best friend had
This shell of you lacks
What do you want me to do?
You keep on pushing me away
And if you keep on doing it
Away is where I'll stay.
Summer at TwilightLate sunlight spread overSummer at Twilight3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A late twilight sky
A lazy star blinking like
An all seeing eye
Rocking chairs creak
And fireflies dance
Reflect some sort of chance
Wise old trees whisper
In the warm summer breeze
Night life starts a concert
Singing as loud as they please
Sitting on the grass
Wishing on every star
My romantic mind wanders,
Wondering where you are.
If People ListenedPeople don't listen when I speakIf People Listened3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But if they listened,
And if they remembered
They would act
The Bird TattooIt was a quiet night at the shop. The light from the street lamps flooded in through the dirty windows, casting eerie shadows on the hardwood floors. The soft drone of the TV came from the backroom—Teddy was still crashed there, tired from working the day shift. I was just about to join him when the front bell chimed. I looked up from the books I was sorting through and saw a woman walk in.The Bird Tattoo2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wasn’t the normal type that came through here. She was wearing an expensive looking black jacket, dark jeans and an assortment of gold jewelry. She looked as though she should be at home with her rich, suburban family rather than in our dingy tattoo parlor.
She clutched the bag on her shoulder and cautiously walked to the front counter. I replaced the book I was holding and went to meet her.
“Good morning,” I said, as if being on the job at 3 am had anything good in it.
She seemed to jump when I spoke, even though she saw me coming. I watched her face and waited for her t
Unseeing EyesI have eyes that see everythingUnseeing Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Both at once and
None at all
They see details so obvious
Most miss them
And they see hidden things
Not meant to be found
But I suffer 20/20 blindness
Always missing what's right there
And skimming over what
Others look for and see
The strongest prescription
Could not repair
Because I probably don't want
To see what I'm missing there
So that's the way it's going to be
What You Make of It“You look pretty today.”What You Make of It2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The little girl placed a tiara on her head and spun so her tutu twirled around her waist. She looked like a real princess now. She spun again and skipped away.
“Your hair looks nice.”
The same girl pushed her hair behind her ear. It was longer now, just as she was taller. She bared her teeth and examined the foreign metal before walking away.
“Cute outfit today.”
The new teen adjusted her top for the thousandth time that morning. She turned to leave, but paused before she vanquished the lights. Without turning she bowed her head, “You wouldn’t lie…would you?”
“Of course not.”
She didn’t look back.
“Oh shut up.”
The young woman applied another layer of makeup and pushed at her chest, wishing for it to be bigger and for her hips to be smaller. She shifted uncomfortably in fro
Part of MeThe window rattlesPart of Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the crisp October air,
Leafy battles whisper
Tiny tattles while
Stirring up cares and dares
It's warm where we are,
Burrowed under the covers—
The last thing I want to do is move
But not would mean hearing
From everyone and their mothers.
My face still in your neck,
And your arm wrapped
Around me tight—
I have to go and I have to move
But being here feels
The alarm sounds in my ear—
From my phone before my brain,
You stir and pull me closer,
And my will to move is strained
I manage to untangle from your
I kill the alarm without a sound
And wish that it was warm
I maneuver past you again,
Trying hard not to hit my head,
As I search in the dim light
For the ladder
My foot hits a rung
And when I think I am done,
Your iron fist grasps my wrist
And pulls me back in
You ask, sleep still holding your eyes.
I feel like a child
Caught spoiling a surprise.
I am against your chest again
POTC2: Barbossa's Revenge Pt1"Catherine! Get ready to go; we're leaving soon," called a strong male voice softly through the door of the fifteen-year-old's bedroom. Her eyes snapped open as a thin smile danced across her fair face. Her father was taking her to his blacksmith's shop for a third time to help her learn the trade; against her mother's and grandfather's wishes, that is. The girl stumbled silently out of bed, already dressed in a simple outfit consisting of a cream-colored blouse, brown vest-like jacket, and tan breeches. She had woken long before daybreak to dress in anticipation for the day ahead. Quickly running a comb through her long, dark hair, Catherine looked at herself in the standing glass mirror. Not too bad, she thought to herself, not bad at all.POTC2: Barbossa's Revenge Pt19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She and her father, William Turner (known to nearly everyone as Will) departed the still house quietly to make their way to the shop. The pair had an especially strong bond; Catherine's first words had been daddy, ship, and smith. Will was not onl
My Shining Star V2C'mon, where's that exit already...? I thought to myself, shoving my face into my DSi screen. It's gotta be around. It's gotta be.My Shining Star V24 years ago in Horror More Like This
I was simply playing Pokémon HeartGold, minding my own business as any other kid my age would. I had wandered into Rock Tunnel for the first time on this version. I had been absentminded enough to forget a Pokémon with Flash, and I didn't have the TM or an Escape Rope with me. I had just been wandering around in circles for what seemed like about an hour, despite it only being a few minutes. I didn't have much patience, and I wanted to get out right away. I was getting more and more bored of wandering around aimlessly. I wanted to turn off the game so badly, but I had done quite a bit before I entered the tunnel and I didn't want to do it all over. I had become so sick of the wild encounters that I had just started to run away from them instead of having my Mew beat them down. I was so bored with the encounters that I had started gue
A Normal morning -fic-A Normal morning -fic-4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
I did this for a kinda-contest between a friend and me... I'm not a native speaker so I would appreciate if you could point my mistakes, in a polite way I hope...
Morning in the Facility
Ah, a beautiful day again in that underground facility, where fresh air didn't exist and natural light was just a joke, where rats were friends with the lab rats and sometimes a rookie would drink that Umbrella brand new coffee and would suffer a seizure, yep it was the perfect weekend job for this man… at least until some moron, who surely would die as a mutated zombie or monster…or just die horribly, would interrupt…
-Hey Al, look at what we got in the mail!- Will practically had slammed that hard glass that worked as a window…
"And here is the winner"
Albert Wesker just sighed and turned his look at him from over the samples, slowly he stood up and went towards Birkin while he readjusted his shades over his eyes
-I hope you have a good reason for
To Proud to Cry (Germany x Romano)Romano was walking around the house. It was easy to space off while walking the familiar hallways, and soon he found himself upon his room... actually... it was his and his lover's room. The one that they both slept together in, clinging to each other's warmth in the cold of the night and enjoying gentle space when it was to warm.To Proud to Cry (Germany x Romano)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Romano reached for the doorknob, then stopped, scowling. There was a noise coming from inside, but it was rather quiet. It was muffled, and painful.
Opening the door, Romano came upon a sight that made his heart break.
His love was leaning in the darkest corner of the room, head back, hand over his mouth, tears streaming down his cheeks. His eyes weren't focused, and they were red where the whites should have been.
His love's head popped up and his eyes widened, seeing that the other had found him. The German man spun around to face the corner, shutting eyes tightly and keeping head low.
He was to proud to cry....
"Lovino.... what d
Pausing By The WineMarriage isPausing By The Wine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the frustration of reality
when the man who works the wine section
pauses in his tracks to make sure
you've found everything you "really need...are you sure?"
With a look that tells you
he finds you sort of beautiful
and you wonder how your life
might be different,
if any man other than this one
had ever looked at you like that.
PotC: Full Circle Ch. 1Have I ever told you about your father? Elizabeth Turner asked her four children as they sat on the dock of Port Royal harbor. The oldest, a seventeen-year-old girl with long dark hair inherited from her father, gently kicked her bare feet in the water lapping against the dock. The next, a fair-haired beauty of about fourteen years sat reading a leather-bound novel nearby while the youngest a pair of rowdy male twins skipped rocks off the end of the dock.PotC: Full Circle Ch. 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Catherine, the oldest, shifted her buckle shoes over a little and brought her feet to the dock and her knees to her chest. Oh, yes! I remember the first time he came to see us.
Of course you have, Victoria, the second child scoffed, snapping her book shut and walking over to join them, Its always your father this and your father that and once every ten years. You know
Where I am FromWhere I am From3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am from a piano, of ivories and strings.
I am from the brick and stucco house with the bay window, which is hard, strong, and sheds light.
I am from the Rose of Sharon, the deepest of the red-red rose, from the wisteria and its purple blossoms.
I am from baking cupcakes and carrying on in a strong manner, from Violeta, Jewel, and Grace.
I am from the spirited and stubborn people that understand the value of standing tall.
I am from "Do as you're told," many an "I love you," as well as, "You'll live."
I am from He that knows and blesses all, who gives me strength from day to day.
I am from LeJune, Santander, and Coffeyville, from the lands of tortilla de papa and cornbread.
I am from the time spent hanging up Christmas baubles; silent hours spent reading books, and boisterous or silent companionship.
I am from a notion, a recollection, and a mood.
another notch on the wall. 1.another notch on the wall.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a while now,
a while now has passed
with bruises crying jagged from your voice
and pretty little nicks upon
( tricky partners dancing
within your hands cupped around a flame,
for artists draw and
another curse at the bleeding night
snipping stitches and
weaving nightmares into weary minds.
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She raised her palms to the sky, fingers spread, and sunk her toes into the earth. Heat-filled particles of light warmed her face and the moist cool matter softened her toes. This was life and she relished in its glory.
Nature was her mother and the ruler of the cosmos was her father. She imagined herself as a tree, her feet diving down into the rich folds of the earth, planting their roots, while her fingers extended to the heavens forming into a million branches. Leaves and flowers exploded from her branches as they begged for the gift of light from the sun.
She walked in beauty. From where she stood, a gathering of red poppies reached to her gently brushing against her calf, begging to feel her touch. She leaned forward caressing the petals with the tips of her fingers and the flowers gently kissed her face in return. She laughed. She had always imagined that poppies would make for extremely faithful friends, providing every comfort and need in times of despair, but they would alway
The Creative ProcessYou sit down with a piece of paper and a pen and decide:The Creative Process3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you will be brilliant today.
You will write about your crazy ex-lover, your vengeful mother,
the teacher you had in 2nd grade you barely remember
but who called you by the wrong name during your awkward encounter
in the supermarket last week
and it pissed you off.
Ten minutes later
your paper is full
of doodles of your dog
and you decide to check your email,
Find that your spam filter is as productive as you are.
A fine outstanding, yet cruelly mistreated, gentleman in Nigeria needs you to wire him money,
but his father with three doctorates treating AIDS across the border will pay you back,
ASAP and surely you understand.
An 18-year-old shy girl wants to get to know the real you,
the deep you, the one you've hidden from the society who can't appreciate you.
The picture she's attached is a testament to her outstanding tits.
And if you hurry, dildos resembling Jagger's dick are buy one,
get one free.
Your friend still
Nasty PlotI was as excited as a kid that had just finished chugging down an entire bag of sugar. As soon as the car pulled to a stop I opened the door and leaped out, starting to run across the parking lot. In my haste I tripped and fell face first into the pavement, but I quickly leaped back up, brushed myself off, and continued my trek onwards. I was already at the door when I realised I had left my DS in the car.Nasty Plot4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I turned and started running back to the car, "Daddy! Daddy!! My DS!!" I urgently screeched to him, as if we were under attack. "I got it!" He called back to me as he got out of the car. I sighed in relief as I saw my beloved pink DS in his hands. "Gimme it!" I told him as I raced up to him, tried to pry my treasure out of his grip. "No, I'm carrying it in. I don't want you breaking it, like you would have just a minute ago when you tripped and fell."
I pouted and gave up. I sullenly walked back to the store with him. As soon as we stepped inside, he handed me my DS. I quickly snatch
Forever MineI always thought Pokémon was just a matter of fun and games. However, something has changed my mind to the point where I never want to pick up a video game again. It all goes back to a couple days ago.Forever Mine3 years ago in Horror More Like This
My parents and I live in a huge mansion. My parents usually aren't around due to business, but I'm old enough to take care of myself. Besides, I have some friends that I played Pokémon with all the time.
Sometimes when I played my game, strange things would happen. Sometimes certain Pokémon would randomly appear in my game, even though they don't appear in a certain route. This is because I live near a cemetery, and the spirits love messing with me and my surroundings, like furniture and my television. They really loved messing with my toys and video games though, since I paid a lot of attention to those. I never minded, though. They were really friendly most of the time, and never did anything harmful in my game. I had come to like them a lot. Sometimes when messing with
PuppetThe sharp, metallic scent of blood is all the petite Englishman can sense as he pants softly, his breath coming out in short, frantic gasps as he tries desperately to fill his lungs with lost oxygen. The room he resides in, small and closed off from any possible intruders, is dark; the only offered light being the tiny sliver of moonlight that manages to filter through the crack between two curtains. But the blonde's eyesight had adjusted to the lack of light several minutes earlier, and the stretching shadows no longer hinder his sight, leaving him with very few obstructions to examine his surroundings. The room is, shockingly enough, quite simple, with only a few basic items off furniture littering around. For a moment he wonders if perhaps this is the wrong home, but a quick examination of the two poor individuals on the ground quenches that fear, and he concludes he must not have known them as well as he may have thought. He turns back to his examination of the room, taking into acPuppet3 years ago in Horror More Like This