Sometimes everyday.I don't use a razor blade on my wristSometimes everyday.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or my hips.
But sometimes I wish i did.
I don't use the lighter to burn my arms,
or my sides.
But sometimes I wish i did.
I don't use butterflies on my wrist,
or my arms.
But sometimes i wish i did.
I never used to wear a fake smile,
or a mask.
But now everyday I do.
I never used wonder about how terrible someone's is,
or about the suicide rate.
But now everyday I do.
I never used to care what they said about me,
or what names that shouted at me.
But now everyday I do.
Oh, how many thing wish could change.
i just want to be happy
EverydayDon't mind meEveryday5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't hurt
You tell yourself.
They don't need me
you believe it.
I'm just in their way
you back away.
You fail to see.
We DO mind
It DOES hurt
we hear you.
We DO need you
we try to change your mind.
Yet you do not see.
Yet you do not hear.
Yet you do not believe.
Running after you.
It's making me tired.
I'm getting weary
But I do not give up on you.
Even if you think I do.
Wish, part 2: Jack Frost x Reader (eng)"No, no. You're doing it wrong. Let me help you with that" said Jack correcting you for doing wrong the snowman. "I give up, I never thought that making a snowman could be that difficult" you said finishing destroying the failed attempt of a snowman. It has already been hours of you two playing with the snow and you then decided that it may be a good idea to build a snowman. "I already told you, let me help you. First we'll do the base, the bigger snowball" said Jack while he was already making the big snowball "Come on and help me! You can do the head!". You came closer to where Jack has already started doing the base and you did as you were told, you started doing a snowball for the head.Wish, part 2: Jack Frost x Reader (eng)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Jack…" you said still making the head. "What is it?" said Jack just finishing his snowball. "I don't know if I already told you this… but thanks. This is the best Christmas present someone could give me", Jack stopped for a moment and turned his head towards you "There's nothing to thank me about.
I Choose MyselfI choose myself.I Choose Myself4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't even like me,
In fact I hate me.
In adept at making friends,
And a coward.
But it's me.
I won't take their pills
And I'll never let them know me.
I refuse to be sedated
And shut down from within.
This is me.
It's all I have left.
They won't take it
Because I'd rather die
By my own hand
Than become just another
You say......You say I'm pretty, I think I'm not.You say......4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you say my eyes are like the ocean, shiny and blue.
You say I'm short, in a very cute way.
You say I am funny, I make everyone laugh. But it's just sarcasm.
You say I don't smile enough, and I should smile more.
You say when I do, it's big and full.
You say my laugh is nice, it's cute because I chuckle.
You say my attitude is wonderful, it's expressive.
You say I'm beautiful, I think I'm not
You can keep saying that, and maybe someday I'll see it too.
Relief In A Knife- Another victim claimedTwinkle twinkleRelief In A Knife- Another victim claimed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she bought a knife
to make a scar.
Cut and tear
find a way to
erase the issue.
Neat little ripples
ponds the the floor.
more and more.
and fade way.
Dangerous With Two - The Almost Lovers.I almost had youDangerous With Two - The Almost Lovers.4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I almost had you
to haunt you
to taste you
to tease you
to grasp you
to hate you
to kill you
to need you
to miss you
to love you
to kiss you
to hug you
to beg you
to fuck you
to scream at you
to want to runaway with you
and throw fits with you
and yell 'please don't leave me'.
to laugh and cry with you.
to fake horrid things to keep you.
But most of all. . .
Just almost had you.
Inheritance: LegacyIt has long been thought that death is the end. Once you have passed into the void, there is no return. Those are the rules. However, sometimes there are exceptions. Sometimes there are ways around the rules. Either way, I have returned, and whatever path history might have taken in my absence, the world is about to change forever.Inheritance: Legacy2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Bold Escape
"I've no interest in joining anyone's cause." Murtagh declared, staring at the two men who sat across from him at the campfire.
"Perhaps that is for the best." replied Brom wearily as he gazed into the fire, the flickering glow dancing around his aged facial features.
Eragon frowned upon hearing this. Two days had passed since Brom's narrow brush with death, and the old former Rider was still weak from the effects of the seithr oil. Despite his weakened condition, Brom had insisted that the group keep moving, but now it seemed that Murtagh wanted to take his leave.
"Are you sure you won't reconsider?" Eragon asked. "The Va
To all those Repo fanatics...To people whoTo all those Repo fanatics...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Need a hit, now hurry,
Who wished to God that they were the one who died,
Who let the monster rise,
Who would rather be blind,
Who need a stage name,
Who are a disgrace,
Who blame not their cheeks,
Who need a little help with the agony,
Who keep those vultures guessing,
Who are afraid it's terminal,
Who see things in a graveyard,
Who need to take their medicine,
Who can't get it up if the girl's breathing,
Who don't take shit from no one,
Who will find a hole and fuck it,
Who have a thankless job,
Who mark it up,
Who are cheap imposters,
Who always save a bundle when they buy GeneCo parts,
Who are only living out a lie,
Who are infected,
Who say Bravi, Bravi, Bravisimme,
Who want to go outside,
Who stand at 6 foot 6, head and shoulders,
Who steal and rob graves.
To all those assassins,
Those Night Surgeons,
And Graverobber, Graverobbers
WE SALUTE YOU.
Seeing RedRed.Seeing Red4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Looking at my hands, stained with red, I realize the crime committed; however I can't seem to bring myself to care. I don't want to care. I want to feel the emptiness I crave; let it swallow me, drown me, consume me.
I look down at my feet and they're staring at me. The eyes of the victim, dull, lifeless, all seeing. They're forever frozen in a look of horror, of betrayal.
And I laugh, a crazy, deranged laugh. As I laugh I bring my hand to my face. Now I have red eyes too. And red cheeks from the red running down from my eyes.
The red continue to run down. Down my face. Down my neck. Down my body to my feet. The red consumes me until I no longer recognize myself.
Suddenly I feel envious of the victim. Why do they get to remain unstained, redless. The red bleeds into my soul, staining it. I lean bac
Jingle Bells-- Halo 3 StyleRiding on a 'hogJingle Bells-- Halo 3 Style5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Plowing through the fray
O'er hills we go
Fragging all the way
Needles 'round us ping
Making our shields bright
What fun it is to shoot and sing
Our slaying song tonight!
Jingle bells, Prophet smells
Jackal laid an egg
Hunter got annoyed at him
And tore off his leg
Jingle bells, shot gun shells
Hope it never ends
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon the Arbiter
Was seated by my side
The Warthog it was jacked
And then we both got shot
We plowed into a mass of Grunts
And then we got upsot!
Oh, jingle bells, Johnson yells
Throw all your grenades
Flood is gonna kill us all
In many gruesome ways
Jingle bells, though I fell
I'll respawn again
Oh what fun it is to fight
And kill all of your friends!
CrushesLeading me on, pulling me aroundCrushes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pulling me up, high off the ground
Letting my perspective wander astray
Letting my focus drift away
Believing in things that could never be
Attention-seeking, hypnotizing me
Just when you think you've got it figured out
Just when you think you've found the one who is devout
It turns around and slaps you in the face
Screaming, laughing as you lose the race
Resulting in heartbreak, closure of the mind
Believing you won't discover another find
It's always an illusion, a trick in your head
To find who you 'love', then wish you were dead
MLP: Ponyville: The Next Generations: Chapter TwoPonyville:MLP: Ponyville: The Next Generations: Chapter Two4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Next Generations
"Riddle me this: what is more powerful than the Princesses...more evil and twisted than Discord...smarter than me the poor have it...the rich need it...and if you eat it you will die?"
"I don't know, Brainy. What?"
"You have to figure it out for yourself. That's the whole point."
Twilight was standing on the same spot, in the same dirty greyish green corridor she always stood on the fourth floor of Barking Asylum, a relatively modern psychiatric hospital in north-west Ponyville. It was set up ten years ago by the cured Barking Mad, heir to the Barking fortune, to create a facility in the town specifically for the mentally ill outside Ponyville General. Its patients ranged from those having breakdowns to some of the most tragic cases to offer, and became a begrudging town landmark because of this. Right now, Twilight was meeting up with one of the institution's not so dangerous, but certainly frustrating patients.
The bleach white
MLP: Ponyville: The Next Generations: Chapter OnePonyville:MLP: Ponyville: The Next Generations: Chapter One4 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Next Generations
Spring was on the horizon for Ponyville. Winter was approaching its end, soon to be marked by the annual and traditional 'Winter Wrap-Up' and the sun was once again shining brightly across the land well, as much as it could through the thick clouds and smog that were forming a thin grey blanket over the city.
The vile stuff was being churned out by the continuously passing trains travelling to, from and through the town along the several new lines of tracks that came together like one big artery. That and from the towering chimneys of the dozens of factories that were popping up around the area like mushrooms. In fact, it was not just the sky that appeared to be affected; the greenery of the landscape surrounding the town had turned a slightly paler shade of green and the air, once you really took notice, was starting to become bitter, especially as you trotted deeper into town.
For those of you who cannot take the hint, perh
The Birth.November 5th, 1946. It is a date I remember very well. A date I once thought of as the beginning of my life. Of my real life. I had turned twenty only two days before. But for one so young I was full of dread. I did not see a bright future ahead of me. I did not see any future at all. At the end of October my father received a letter. I was frying his bacon and eggs when I heard his chamber door slam. Wiping my hands on my apron, I left the kitchen and stood outside his door for a few moments, listening to him pace up and down within.The Birth.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Father?" I inquired, reaching for the handle, "Are you all right?"
I was not surprised to find the door locked, nor was I surprised when he did not answer me.
"Father," I said again, "Has something happened? Is the letter from mother?"
He did not speak, but opened the door a crack.
"Is my breakfast ready yet?"
"Yes. Shall I fetch it for you?"
"That would be brilliant, dear," he said, his voice oddly high.
"What is it?"
"Grown-up business, my d
Farewell to old friends Ch one part twoFarewell to old friends Ch one part two3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Much as it did at the palace, the sun began to rise as light sweapt slowly across all of Canterlot. Living among the mountains, it took a bit longer than usual for the sun to shine upon the small town sometimes, while other times the glorious city was the first among the many lands to touch sunlight. With the morning coming, many of the townsfolk began to wake up for the day, just around the same time the Queen herself was waking up her daughter.
Despite the setting of over thousands of years old, much of the city retained the same look as it did in the present. While the buildings may not have been as large as they were within the current timestream, save for the castle which was as glorious as the present's, it still retained it's clean and beautiful structures. Being in the time of old, Canterlot was currently the only full-city-structured place in all of Equestria. While some areas within Equestria had small towns and villages, none of them were as populated, or large, as Canterlot
MLP:Ponyville: The Next Generations: Chapter ThreePonyville:MLP:Ponyville: The Next Generations: Chapter Three4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Next Generations
Diamond Manor. Once the home to the wealthy and affluent Diamond family, founders and owners of Barnyard Bargains, the former cornerstone of retail in Ponyville, it was now a rotting and decrepitating monument to the fallen first family of the booming town. The outside walls had dulled in colour and brightness and roots and foliage were growing upwards against them, making it look like the earth itself was trying to engulf and consume the estate and bury it in the past where it belonged. More than a couple of the windows had been smashed, the gates had turned almost completely brown with rust and the gargoyles had mostly either been desecrated by vandals or naturally decayed from lack of tending to them. Just by looking at it, you could tell right away the entire place was a sad relic from a fading past.
The inside was not much to behold, either. Much of the furniture had long since vanished, and most the remainder were covered in ta
Whispers"Rose." His voice wafted by her, stirring her from her sleep. He sounded different, but she knew it was him from the tenderness in his voice.Whispers4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fingertips brushed across her shoulder. "I know you're awake," he whispered, his breath tickling her skin.
She smiled but kept her eyes closed. Only when he brushed kisses across her shoulder and neck did her eyes blink open slowly.
"Good morning, Rose."
She could see him now, longer brown hair flopping over his forehead, lanky body stretched out on her bed, a stupid grin plastered on his face. And that bow tie, well it suited him perfectly.
"How long have you been here?" she asked softly.
"Long enough. How long has he been gone?" His eyes were older.
"Four days. He comes back at the end of the week." Rose shifted onto her side so she could look at him better. "You didn't think he was dead, did you?"
He didn't answer.
After a while of silence, she asked, "How did you get here?"
"Crack in the universe. One of them came through to here." He shrugge
Changes - Chapter 14Changes - Chapter 143 years ago in Romance More Like This
Each of the three subspecies of Ponies had their capitals. The Unicorns had Canterlot, the Earth Ponies had Manehatten. The Pegasus had Cloudsdale. The cloud city was separate from the other two, however, as only Pegasus could actually live there, the plush clouds and altitudes only accessible by flight unless powerful, uncommon magic was used.
Because of the inaccessibility, other cloud cities made an effort to benefit from the contributions of the other ponies. They lowered the altitude of their cities, bringing the clouds closer to the ground and interacting with the ground bound ponies of Equestria. Fresh produce and intricate works of art and music were sought after by the Pegasus ponies over the years and the cities became multicultural which soon flourished. Perhaps the most famous of these cities was Las Pegasus.
The Pegasus that lived there mixed their cloud structures with the stone and brickwork of the other ponies and the city grew larger over time. It was a remarkable feat
Fimbulvinter (a Young First Doctor Story)Fimbulvinter (a Young First Doctor Story)4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I should have killed him straight away.
It would have been a mercy.
I'm capable of mercy.
he smelled of starlight.
This one is thin. So little meat and my children are hungry. So very thin. Could it be that his tribe has cast him out and he, too, is running from the Cold Sleep? His marrow will be warm, though, his blood sweet. Unlike so many of the others, his young face belongs to his young body. Not like the ones who came before. Not like the ones who have lived so many lifetimes that can only be seen in their eyes.
Hesitation would bring me shame if there was anyone left to know. But I am alone. Alone in the wilderness, cut off from my world. Alone like he is. His keen dark eyes gaze into mine without fear. And he should be afraid. Very afraid. Perhaps the Sleep has stalked him even longer than I, drinking deeply from the warmth of his soul. It is a patient hunter on a
ZariaZaria3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Many people here on Earth know that sometimes the struggle for acceptance is difficult. Sometimes you have to change yourself to be accepted. It is dependent on the person whom you want to be accepted by. For many it's their friends, attaining a status and keeping it. Sometimes it is a boss, or co-worker, just so that your life will be easier. Yet there are some who fight for acceptance where they shouldn't have to- in their family. You would think that siblings would be the only issue, but that isn't true. There are children that have to fight to catch the attention of their own parents. A young Irken was beginning to learn this.
Born on earth in a strange manner with both parents labeled as defectives, it would have been thought that these Irkens did everything they could to keep a close-knit, loving family fighting the odds. Perhaps that would have been the case if the father of this "
MLP Fic: Pages of Harmony - Ch. 1: PlanningMLP Fic: Pages of Harmony - Ch. 1: Planning4 years ago in Horror More Like This
"It has to be this way... it has to..."
The studious unicorn known as Twilight Sparkle was within the library which she called home, rummaging around through a series of books. A few of these books were on history, such as ancient ponies who had influenced Equestria in its early days. The ones closer to her though, those that one would for the most part be unable to see, had to deal with various aspects of pony health. Her current tome to scrutinize was one called Equine Emotions: Psychological Studies on the Mind, skimming through each of the pages. Just for research. Never knew when it could come in handy.
She had hoped they would come in handy. The reference guide hadn't told her much else. Would she get hints here? Something that would show her what she wanted? So far nothing to explicitly state outright, but it was giving her hints, ideas. What to do for her plan.
No pony's even ever tried, have they? They
A Cold WorldJust close your eyes and say goodbyeA Cold World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the heartlessness that surrounds you
Because they won't blink an eye
For a silly shadow lost to the light.
The GameThe Game4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They had it all wrong--his Mum, and his Dad, and all the other schoolchildren watching from behind the hedgerows or the top of the monkey bars, hooting and jeering and tossing bits of bark and gravel to distract him. They all thought that the only reason why he played the game was because he fancied her.
That wasn't it at all. Or, well, perhaps it was partially true, but confused pre-pubescent infatuation wasn't enough on its own to make him don her father's old blue dress shirt (which she had cut haphazard holes in with her sharp little craft scissors) and necktie and filch his own father's screwdriver from the tool kit and use up an entire pack of blue markers coloring a cardboard box to her satisfaction. The real reason was much simpler: She was sad, and she was angry, and she didn't care what anyone thought of her. He hadn't been able to understand why a person as beautiful and witty and confident as Amelia could be unhappy. It was wrong, and it was fascinating, and it had b