The StickThe Stick8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So frivolous in conception
So obsolete in design
The media has played a role in deception
In this deep addiction of mine
It seems the answer is cancer
And I can not disbar the tar
The obsession runs profoundly
The recklessness is never ending
Although soon I will be resting soundly
With these lungs in no way ever mending
voicebox uglies.addiction.voicebox uglies.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she scribbles the word into her
left hand, ties it to a heartstring
and flyflyflies it like a kite.
her eyes are a powdery-blue tear
stained mess. she can`t take more
steps. quiet words crawl up to her
and enter her skin through her toes,
she is a mess.
her routine is simple. broken,
fixed, broken, fixed. lose more
pieces of yourself. break again.
be fixed by pretty words that
promise you no more hurting
and you`re okay, and i love you
and am not going to lose you.
she can`t. she is pushpushed and
keeps up her running. the words
dry her mouth, and her fingertips
are tired and
she feels worn down, but she feels
like she is not doing enough.
powder blue runs through her. through
hair, and oceans that run underneath
paper skin, and eyes, of course. powder
blue leaks out of her and turns red,
and clear, and rainbow, and sunshine.
she falls into routine, again. cry, stop,
cry, stop, cry. she hates routine. she
hates everytimes. she is tired of a
FrustratedPlease,Frustrated6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask you now, help
Lend me an ear, hold my hand
I've been wrong, I know. No need to point out, this choice I made
A missed chance, broken oppurtunity
All this time, you were pretending
So fuck what you said, ignore the tears I shed
Leave my life and forsake my name
I'll be here, in the rain
Scene girlScene girlScene girl7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Everyone wants to be her friend
but when you look shes all the trend
just another faceless girl in the crowd
Does something cause she wasnt allowed
She followed the bus to the show
met others who wernt supposed to go
shouts out in the middle of the street
pretends that shes part of the elite
And oh no shes gone again
She said she was going to move out
wanted to know what her lifes all about
got as far as the front door
said she couldnt go through anymore
She says she hates the scene
seen everything there is to see
the wonder of the world is lost
as the roads in front are always crossed
A New Moon StoryA New Moon StoryA New Moon Story6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
(The story starts off on the page 66 in New Moon, but takes place after Eclipse. Therefore, its the same words as on pg. 66 in new moon but after Eclipse. P.S. The story is very stupid at the beginning but cool at the end.)
Do you mind if I come over today, Edward asked
Of course not, I said
Im going to drop off a letter Renee in the mail box, Ill meet you there. I said
He walked off toward his car; I got scared so I called him back.
He looked back at me confused as if he had forgotten something.
Edward will you come around six please.
Charlie wants to go somewhere else right after school
He sighed, still confused but said okay.
Then I went as fast as I could, at home I grabbed all my clothes, money, all that stuff and a note for Charlie in the kitchen;
Charlie Im sorry but I
Come Here...Come Here...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his arms seize her...
her soft body crumples against his chest...
"Come here ..."
his kiss melts into her mouth...
arresting her tongue with its hunger...
"You are all the sin in me ... "
"I gasp for you...
... like air...
when I am empty of you."
he holds her face so close ...
his breath brushes her moist lips.
"Come here ...
lest I suffocate."
AnorexiaI hate youAnorexia8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
For what you did to me
But even more
I hate you
For what you did to her
Why can't you see
How beautiful she was
How beautiful she could be
How do you sleep at night
Knowing well those you've taken
Stolen from those that love them most
Driving us all insane
Forced into slow suicide
Does it even slightly faze you
That you are
The dark side of Glamour
The unbearable unbearable pain inside
Making it visable through scars
Hidden underneith baggy clothes
They'll never know of our relationship
Hold me in your arms
And sing me to my final sleep
cirrus boydear cirrus boycirrus boy5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i'm not going to pretend that i understand or even have an empty hand for you to hold on to; i've stopped lying now, like you wanted me to. i understand nothing, to be sincere, but starting from the beginning would be foolish, as it all originated from the end.
i never understood how your mother could leave you without a goodbye; from what you told me, she even missed out on hello. and i don't understand how you didn't cry when she told you that her tumor was outgrowing her heart, but that it never would outgrow you. i would have shed tears in the hope of them dying and getting reborn into something stronger; anything that didn't spell cancer. when the first prognosis came, you were panting harder than your chest could bear. and i remember i couldn't hear if you were laughing or trying to suppress tears, but i knew that inside you were a wounded animal.
but a compass will only lead us north
the signs were obvious, and you were a blind guide
Sleep well, my darling.Sleep well, my darling, youve earned your rest.Sleep well, my darling.7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You played your part, and did your best.
Theres no more trials, and no more tests,
Relax, enjoy your sleeping.
For night is coming near,
and the ending of this story.
The sun is westering,
see the last flames of its glory.
All was calm and all was still,
on this solemn morning.
The sun did rise, with shuttered eyes
and your troubles died aborning.
For night is coming near,
and the ending of this story.
The sun is westering,
feel the last flames of its glory.
Night shall come unto us all,
a sweet and secret lover,
and we shall claim that dark embrace,
and then seek for no other.
For night is coming near,
and the ending of this story.
The sun is westering,
free the last flames of its glory.
Clowns and Midgets"Dean!" Sam called urgently. The 13 year old was now trapped in a closet with a stuffed clown. Dean being Dean had, once again, played a prank on his little brother. "I think this clown is haunted! It's freaking moving!"Clowns and Midgets3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"I bet, Sammy. Careful, he might claw out your eyes with his teeth." Dean grinned, leaning against the wooden door.
"This isn't funny! I swear, when I get the chance, I'll throw you onto a crashing plane!" he growled.
"Good luck with that. Now please, Sammy, would you mind? I have a sandwich to make."
"Let me out!" Sam moaned.
"You gonna do the chores?"
"Get comfy with that clown."
"Everything happens for a reason, Sammy."
"I'm telling Dad you swore!"
"I'm terrified, Sam, really." Dean drawled sarcastically, rolling his eyes. The huge grin he'd been wearing since formatting this plan was still plastered on his face. Earlier that morning, Dean had been buying food when he saw the perfect weapon:
A simple, harmless clown.
Lock Picks and RocksWe broke into the old apartmentLock Picks and Rocks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to look for things we'd lost when moving on
and moving out, across the street
and sixteen cities South. I tried to take
the poems from the windows but memories
are more permanent than marker. Mornings
seemed longer when sunrise wrote words
on bare walls and bare skin, or when
I traced end-rhymes and metaphors into the curve
of your hips.
These days we don't sleep.
and I couldn't find them; instead
we found furniture that spelled apathy
and wrong words on right angles, organized
and dead. They painted over
our names curled above the bedroom, they washed
the windows with writer's block and fixed the draft
that we'd called Dennis. They crafted locks
to keep out the mystery of movement.
and please, understand yourselves,
learn that white walls and black thoughts
are another portrait that ages
when you do not, and surely
there are other ways
to know peace than
quiet and clean.
When we drove home we trailed kite string
from the broken window, and signed our na
Life IsI wanna jump headfirstLife Is5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the ocean
and let the water rush over me,
cleansing me of my
But you stop me,
your hand on my arm,
I can't breathe without
I feel the sand
between my toes
and my heart drops
because I'm torn between you
I wish I could say goodbye
but all I can think about is
how beautiful your eyes
were when you said
Here's a lesson not learnt ..Here we are, here we go now!Here's a lesson not learnt7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Well i know we start over well we start over right now
every single day well we start right now
Over right now
The planets around the stars keep spinning like a record it goes right round
Round again and again right round right round
So we start to dance and we make a sound
The sound of starting over, over right now!
We spin too much, they get dizzy. To the ground. fall fall
Slowly like the leaves in Fall, they fall.
They wait and glimpse up at the spinning ceiling fans
So rabid, so hard to follow a single blade.
And that's what we are/ sharp/ we pierce the personal comfort.
AND that's what we are, those ceiling fans
and we keep sp
gravel.they try andgravel.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tear us apart..
rip us, shred us
throw us away..
i'm never going to let that happen..
i'd give up anything..
life is too short without happiness..
when they took you away,
they took the shine in my eye and replaced it with
a tear drop and a hole in my stomach as big as the moon..
i would stop my heart from beating for you;
i would give up breathing for you..
driving at night,
the car hugs a tree in warm embrace,
driver flung through the windshield..
safety glass in her hair,
Hey, Dad Chapter 1John Winchester was a man of few regrets. He did what he had to do and that was the end of it. He makes a mistake, he accepts the consequences. And he certainly never second guessed a high paid job to interrogate a murderer.Hey, Dad Chapter 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Today, however, was going to have John REALLY doubting his instinct. 23 year old Meg Silverman sat bound to a wooden chair, lazily boring her gaze into his turned back. The petite fugitive had committed over 30 murders over the last 5 years, firstly road truckers she hitchhiked from, then dangerously moved up the food chain to killing an enemies loved one, or in a criminal or thug's case, valuable asset, the reason John had been hired by "Azazel". Meg had made the mistake of murdering the crime lords best assassin. That, and she had had hold of a hard drive full of "need to know" information.
"What's wrong Johnny? Little timid to try your tricks with a pretty little girl like me?" Meg's voice held steady with sarcasm.
"No, your pretty much the same as every skeevy
F.O.A.BWhy did you hurt mommy?F.O.A.B6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Why did you give her that black mark?
Why are you covering the sky and leaving us in the dark?
Why do you have a painted smile
with sharp teeth?
Oh okay its only a trial
Gonna try again the nineteenth?
Your killing her kids
And you just sit there
being sold to the highest bids
But its okay daddy
I know its not your fault
Its the people who made you
And I know you cant revolt
There using you Daddy
To rid there problems
I bet they laughed when
they saw your fiery columns
Army Of OneI fight in an army of one.Army Of One6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the administrator.
I am the ringleader
I am the superior.
I fight in the army of myself.
I remain alive.
I fight in the army of perpetual abhorrence.
I mourn in self-disgust.
I screech in infuriation.
I applaud in supremacy.
I fight in the army of forlornness.
I suppress where no one can observe me sorrowing.
I pray where everyone can overhear my desires.
I lie down where others will not discover me.
I fight in the army of numberless warfares.
I battle for my liberty and satisfaction.
I strive for a opportunity.
I decline for an extermination..
I fight in the army of the unforgivable.
I loathe those that cross my path.
I slaughter those that protest to vanish.
I banish those who deny to be attentive.
I fight for no one else.
I fight for him.
I fight for me.
I fight in the army of one.
dont write under the influenceDr. Asclepius called me;dont write under the influence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he told me i'm bipolar
(i still say it's luxuria)
Take two pills:
(as if anyone actually
obeys those, anyway)
Take another pill.
One for each time
you looked at me,
then two more if
i had looked back.
i'll take one more for that time you
branded fake <3's on my forehead
and another because your smile burns.
ten more for every mistake in my gums,
another six because i forgot dental floss,
four more because i still don't love you,
then twenty-six more because i just lied.
(another two just in case;
we can never be too safe)
add them up and our equation becomes:
eight empty bottles of antidepressants
seven dozen empty bottles of Bacardi
nine pints of Blood in my kitchen sink.
one hell of a talk with your neighbors.
Note to Self:
If our hipbones bump,
take a provocative pill.
If our ringtones crash,
take seven more pills.
If you understand this,
take an alluring dosage,
and call yourself in the
CatchphraseToday is the first day of the rest of your life.Catchphrase4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just like all the rest.
But keep your chin up; the shadows make you ugly
And we all know it's about appearances, baby.
If you're going through hell, keep going.
Maybe if you move fast enough you'll catch a breeze.
But you have about a snowball's chance
So you might as well enjoy the scene.
I'd dance with the stars if I weren't afraid to burn.
But ashes to ashes so what's the fuss about?
Maybe I'm scared of the wolf in lamb's skin
Because he's a sick, twisted paradigm.
I'll break some necks turning heads.
I lift weights and wash my face,
No dessert but I clean my plate.
I brush my teeth 'til they gleam.
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
But I met a blind giant who never fell at all.
His name was David and he chucked stones
At glass houses, though never at his own.
Baby ugly duckling grew up to be a duck
That all the female fowl made fun of.
So she threw on some lipstick and high leather heels
And went out on the town for a good ti
A Twist of Fate: Chapter 18A Twist of FateA Twist of Fate: Chapter 187 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Early the next morning, Joe hobbled down the barn corridor just as the first shafts of sunlight peered over the rolling, bluegrass hills. Stable boys, running to and fro with morning chores touched their hats to the famous jockey as they passed by with buckets and wheelbarrows. Joe absent-mindedly returned their kind gestures, but his mind was focused on one thing, and that was the black colt.
He exited the rear of the stable, trudging down the narrow, dirt pathway to the training track. The track rats, with stopwatches in hand, glimpsed at him curiously. What could a jockey with a broken leg possibly be doing at the training track? Their snickers pulled the corners of Joe's tense lips further downward, but he did not stop to put them in their place, but rather rubbed a golden pocket watch in his gentle hands.
Joe placed his crutches against the dusty, white rail, and took his place for the first time amongst the racehorse trainers. Each old, grey man had doz