Emily LennonEmily Lennon3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was a Saturday night and Emily, was of course, sitting in front of the TV. Her favorite program was on, Saturday Night Live. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized it was another lonely night, without John. The lads had been on tour. She missed her silly mop topped man. She grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. It seems as though the usually hilarious show wasn't working at all. Tears started to roll and she wondered how many more nights John was going to be away. The tour was supposed to be over two weeks ago. But you know, weather, fans, things just happen.
The next thing Emily knew was that it was 3:00 in the morning, and she had fallen asleep on the couch. She got up and turned off the TV and headed into her bedroom, crawling into bed. Despite her recent sleepiness, She just couldn't fall asleep. She thought about John calling her Em. He always called her Em. Then she thought of his laugh. She just couldn't sleep. Emily gave up. She crawled out of bed and went into the
Streets of gold chpt.4Streets of gold chpt.43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
The house was empty. Quiet. Dark.
Just how I liked it.
But I trusted Tom on his word, he'd be back. I know he would be. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let you into his heart then forget you... He seems different. In a good, kind way. Not the bad, bitchy, douche bag way. If he was like that, I wouldn't even have gotten near him, much less kissed him.
Hell, did I really kiss him? A boy? I've never even kissed a girl! But a boy? My God... I've changed too much just by meeting him.
I sighed deeply and sat down in front of the couch yeah, you heard me. In front of it. I stared down at the floor for the longest time. What was I thinking when I asked him over? What the hell was I even letting run through my damn mind. Ugh... But what if I was right, what I thought of last night? What if he is cheating on someone, with me? Of all people in Germany, Europe, the WORLD. Me? Why me? Am I that special? Am I reall
Streets of gold chpt.5Streets of gold chpt.53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
I was still laying on my bed sobbing, holding my right arm as tight as I could so the bleeding would stop.
My face was stained with tears and the usual black eyeliner I wear was running down as well. I felt horrible. Tattered. Torn. Smashed.
My head pounded as I sat up, still clutching my upper right arm. I looked over at the mirror across my room, seeing the fist-sized bruise that now made up my entire left cheek. I then looked down under my hand, on my arm. The same, deep, long wound was dragged into my skin. Just enough I could faintly see the muscle of my bicep. I hate my life. So fucking much. Why didn't he just get it over with and kill me? No. Instead, he makes me suffer. That stupid lying bitch makes me suffer like... Like... Like a kicked kitten.
Actually, I was kicked. Not a kitten, but I was kicked. My right side actually was pulsing and cringing itself with pain, along my ribcage. How did I not
You Are Invited to My WeddingYou Are Invited to My Wedding4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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"Eros""Eros"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We deconstructed our bodies and then put ourselves together in different shape.
You were a soft velvet deer and I came out a white wolf.
We dressed in each other's skin and the clothes felt warm but somehow strange...
I remember the next morning... the taste of your breasts remained sweet in my hands.
Your contracting thigh muscle is still the best part of my lips. I can feel its taste every time my tongue wanders outside in search of you.
I kept a few strands from your hair, close to my left ear. They whisper of late summer winds and of love that will never be.
In the distance the cranes have already started to migrate. The cherry trees have blossomed but there is no one here to rejoice in their red perfume.
It's winter again.
Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family17Detective!England X Mommy!Reader:Kirkland Family173 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One month later, you were utterly confused. You had been receiving anonymous love letters, all very sweet and poetic accompanied by bouquets of fresh red roses with an intoxicating sent. Today when you went to check the mailbox, you almost tripped because of the roses littering your path. At first you had thought the roses were from Francis; he had assured you they weren't.
The kids were at Yao's house as usual, playing with Yong soo. You and Arthur both had the day off, for once you had an opportunity to spend time together without Alfred and Matthew.
You had told Arthur how confused you were, and he told you he would help you work out who it was. He said that people like Franklin Blake, Sherlock and Lord Peter Wimsey had been his personal friends, and he had picked up a few detective skills.
Arthur was dressed in a stereotypical cheesy Hollywood detective outfit.
"First, what day did these start to arrive?" he asked while walking around and gesturing to all the roses that lay about.
One Like WaterWe speak.One Like Water1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all live.
We all die.
So tell me again.
make us so different
from each other?
Wings Of LightWings Of Light2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Light
Upon me is the last dawn
Faded away has the last dusk
I leave behind all of the rights and wrongs
I don't deserve an afterlife that is also rough
Mesmerized in deep suspense
As I await the final arrival
My tears become so intense
These last moments of hope are vital
Allow me to break away
Accept the toll of my undying faith
I was careless as I fell
Mocking life itself
Every secret I held
Defined a broken side of myself
An inner slaughter I could not defend
A one-sided war that I could not fight against
My downfall is what I didn't want to prevent
I always lusted after the idea of my final descent
Because I knew that in the end I would ascend
All I can really do is live this divided life as best as I can
I realized that the only thing in perfection is being broken
And the only way to get rid of that is to wipe out my existence
Shine down and shine true
I will no longer be powerless
You don't know how long I've been waiting for you
Depression...No, depression is not just getting sad.Depression...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Six Word Storymy mother kept smiles in bottlesSix Word Story2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Lesbian LoveI am a girlLesbian Love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And so are you
When you kiss me
I feel brand new
People might stare
They might get mad
But they can't understand
Nothing they never had
My heartbeat flutters
My brain is a mess
I love you more everyday
Not ever less
I want to protect you
I want you to smile
I want you to know
You're not a trial
Without a doubt
You're my mate and soul
And without you
I might lose control
Boys want to fix me
Girls only sigh
But when I look at you
I cannot see why
They say we're the same,
But we're nothing alike
They label us weirdo's,
Ugly, and dyke
But there's a secret
They do not know
That our romance
Is not just show
I'm in this for you,
My other half
My freaking everything
Who makes me laugh
I am a girl
And I love you
You're a girl
And you love me, too
My crazy BAMFMy crazy BAMF3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well," Started Murdock "this may sound crazy but,"
"Oh here comes some screwed up plan that won't help us at all and will probably get one of us almost killed." raved Hannibal.
"Why do you think I'm called H.M?" Murdock reclined against the side of the abandoned plane. You could say that the plane was their "thinking place". That's where they all went to plan or think (hence the name).
"Howling Mad." they all recited in unison.
"Anyways, as I was saying, Face, I'm going to need to talk to you about some trucks and stuff." Murdock gave him a maniacal smile.
"Damn." Face rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I hate being the supply guy. Just because I have to converse with Murdock."
"What's that suppose to mean?!" Murdock exclaimed.
"Come now Murdock." Hannibal quieted him down. "Don't become a Murdick."
Baracus stifled a rare smile. Maniacal was a good word to describe Murdock. He had this certain look about him. His hair, for starters, was a dirtyish gray and was unkempt. His hair fell over his
:.Heart.::.Heart.:5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Írta: Szabó Enikõ
Olyan büszke vagyok rá, pedig hét éve még azt sem tudták megmondani, valaha ki tudja e nyitni a szemét. Az ágyhoz lett kötve hosszú hónapokra, mi mellé, hallgatva a gépek monoton és rémisztõ hangját. Az elsõ hetekben még nem tudtam megkülönböztetni a kintrõl beszûrödõ esõcseppek táncát édesanyám csendes zokogásától. Összefolytak, mintha a városra zúduló áradat az égbõl mind anyutól eredne, és amíg õ nem hagyja abba, addig az esõ is képtelen rá.
Az én hibám volt. Az enyém, hogy a világ legártatlanabb angyala élettelenül, csövek és gépek közzé lett számûzve. A baleset óta nem szólt hozzám senki, mintha levegõ
"Solitude""Solitude"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the familiar wailing of a saxophone on a side street on a rainy day.
the last building on the left, with a heavy wooden door... and no windows.
words... walls of concrete covered in concrete words
that mean absolutely nothing.
pedestrians walk up and down the street and partake
in the exchange of distant glances with approaching people.
among the myriad of cold raindrops.
Bad Joke (God and Us)Life has a wicked sense of humorBad Joke (God and Us)8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering ; Is magic really magic ?
It feels like life's nothing more
then a song about North's winds.
And what you call a surprise
at the end, fills you up with death.
And what I did call my life
Well, I'll rather sit on this wooden chair.
Sit and stare at your breath
Cold, cheap and priceless.
Pray for what I have unchained
'cause everything's lost, my man.
For you, what should I give in?
To please this God you're lost in?
But in you, he does not believe.
No more, no where you're leading.
That's what we call a defeat
hurting you like dirty pigs
unaware of the coming heat.
A scenery to drown us in.
copyright Miss Kerosene