A Silent Exclamation Mark"They're arguing again," Said the boy, "My parents always argue. If their relationship was punctuation, then theirs would be an Exclamation Mark. I'm quite sure of it."A Silent Exclamation Mark4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl, who was sitting on the garden wall beside him, giggled, "How can you compare love to grammar...? The two things are very different."
"Not to grammarians!" pointed out the boy, "No, it can. You see, my mum and dad are always arguing but never seriously and at the end they always kiss and laugh about it. Go on, think on it, what would your parents be?"
The girl's smile slid like a tear from her face, "My parents would be a question mark," she murmured softly, "Ever since my mum got ill my dad doesn't seem to love her anymore..."
The frosty breeze blew. No one spoke.
"I'm sorry," whispered the boy at last, sobriety weighing down heavily on his otherwise youthful words.
"Don't be," she replied with a plastered on grin, "I li
She learned to Rise...A hardened man, a sickened beast,She learned to Rise...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His anger and rage threatened to never cease.
In the prison of Hell, looking up at the sky,
His only soft feelings of hope began to die.
His soul rotted for years.
The inhumanity dried up any remaining tears.
A baby's cries erupted one night.
The sound was foreign and inspiring, as was the sight.
The broken man, his heart so charred,
Watched the baby grow up, his expression hard.
Hatred manifested for the mother, who brought the girl into this hell.
Didn't she know how many prisoners had tried to escape and fell?
How cruel was that mother, to bring that girl straight into death.
She'd never feel warmth and happiness on her breath.
Especially not after her mother was taken and killed.
In the commotion of the screaming struggle, the broken man's arms were filled.
He held the girl close and dashed away,
"I will protect you." She heard him say.
The guards weren't concerned with the abandoned five year old.
They had done what they'd been told.
RequiemRequiemRequiem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Adam M. Snow
The darkness blooms on this cold still night,
Loneliness I wait; I wait for time to take flight,
But loneliness I wait; lost forevermore,
Bounded by fate of my tomorrow, dying for,
Lost forevermore like my burden upon dreams,
Like my past behind me, so it seems, so it seems.
Awaken now by agony and greed,
But still alone in this time of need,
Alone, with but one desire,
To fly free, not stoke the fire.
Requiem on this night upon dreams,
Like my past behind me, so it seems, so it seems.
A requiem like any other, sung upon dreams, so it seems.
Broken through turmoil and bliss,
I give my dying kiss to a broken reflection,
A reflection, shattered across time,
By my one tormented prime.
Like my woes overthrown by ageless affliction,
But my dying curse, my only addiction,
Lost forevermore like my burden upon dreams,
Like my past behind me, so it seems, so it seems.
Damn My EyesDamn my eyes for what they have seen,Damn My Eyes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll scratch at them and scratch until they will bleed
Damn my eyes for what they have wrought
A vision so maddening, it blankets my thoughts
Damn my eyes for making me aware, that
they were just tricksters, who tricked me to care
Damn my eyes for making me believe, that something
so beautiful could never deceive
Damn my eyes, for what they have done
The image will always be with me, and cannot be outrun
Damn my eyes, they are no longer a friend
And damn you with them, until time is at end
To Leave*To Leave5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a lousy soap opera,
a dying monologue,
wolf boots and cricket hair,
full of questions and denial.
I throw postage on love letters
I duck under the kitchen table
all I'm hoping for is an explosion.
Maybe the letters could create a new solar system.
I would be the mini suns and moons
and you could be gravity
or lice or a Barret that was never worn,
really, I don't care, dress accordingly.
Oh I have a question:
Why do we always turn our backs away,
why are we consistently empty and aching,
when does the road end, and life begin?
The silence is a wrench stuck in my throat
I'll gladly choke on to avoid you.
I've Lived Too Late, Too LongBefore I die I want to feel tears of happiness on my cheeks and taste deprived laughter on my tongue. I want to have lived a strange and mysterious lie, but I hope that I've planted the truth in every child's head I've touched.I've Lived Too Late, Too Long4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In my heart I know that I wish to experience hate and tip toe along the lines of love. There is no point in living a bland and unexciting life for that is not living at all. For my right to breathe and survive I'll have fought disease and vanquished those who would put me down. In my hand I'll hold a swatter and squash mosquitoes carrying vanity and meekness because I refuse to be infected.
In the evening I'll walk in copper fields whilst the sea laps at my feet. My mind will remain open whilst my soul curls in to protect itself. Straining, I'll listen for your voice, hoping to hear it one last time before the rot within me finally conquers my strength and determination. I need to hear your tenderness hugging tightly to w
Le sourire au coeurDans ses yeux,Le sourire au coeur4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Des grains de sel,
Coulaient en abondance,
Comme dansant une farandole,
Comme une pluie de météores.
Elle avait un désir outre-mer,
Tentait de fuguer,
Loin de ses idées noires,
Et des arguties notoires,
Dans les frissons présomptueux,
Qui enveloppaient sa chair,
De solitude tenailleuse.
Elle craignait les déserts de sang,
Fuyait les mains charnelles,
Et tendait les siennes aux nuages.
Elle se disait fragile, débonnaire,
Brisée comme un verre.
Ses cris déchiraient la voûte céleste,
Même dans ses silences,
À chaque jour,
Mais aucun autre être ne captait,
La vie tentait,
De lui prendre la main,
Immoler ses souffrances,
La mener vers les ailes des anges,
Mais de sa mine blême,
Elle prenait les routes inopinées,
Souillées de remous, de désastres.
La vie déplia ses ailes,
Étala son coeur,
Et lui di
The Teardrop CollectorLittle droplets fell down her face,The Teardrop Collector3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Closing in on her, choking her.
Emptiness, when they were gone,
She took out a paint brush and swept them off the floor
placing them in a jar.
She took the brush, dipped it into the ocean,
and painted the tears on her face.
They fell again, she caught them, never wanting to let go.
She wanted to keep them forever,
but she'd never keep them from leaving.
She wanted them to stay,
and dry on her face so that she would never have to release them,
she would never be rid of the pain she loved.
It made her feel powerful,
It made her feel strong,
It made her feel like she belonged...
But teardrops are destined to keep falling,
fate makes her their guardian,
forced to soak them up.
The cycle continues, the jar overflows,
and the world is dark.
The teardrops have dried.
palm readingsi exist in the city limits because i want the wind to make me frail.palm readings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragile like a ghost,
a sorry sin i promise to abstain but inevitably commit.
my bus fare is a kick down memory lane.
i walk instead.
he told me i spun words that dissolved on the tongue
before he even had the chance to taste them.
he called me sugar like a midday ritual,
dressed me in compliments more fit for kings than commoners.
i turned complacent; comforted by new beginnings
and frightened by sudden endings.
my mother never taught me how to avoid heartache.
she only told me that my heart was a gold mine
and i should never let fake jewelry lay over it.
once, out of spite, i showed her my palms and asked what she saw.
she told me that in this world full of practice, there was no time for games.
when i showed him, he said that i am overworked.
now, it is the purgatory between autumn and winter that sinks my guts.
the waiting room lacks couches and candle scents.
the smiles are either plastic or
the first poem i wrote since i told you i love youthe star-soaked stainsthe first poem i wrote since i told you i love you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that covered our nudity
gives way at last
to a tequila sunrise,
so low in the sky;
it's still bright enough
to sting my eyes,
and yet i can't bring myself
to hate it.
your body next to mine,
every effort is made
to move a heavy limb
because any space
is space i don't want.
i am sometimes humbled
by my feelings,
the way they swell
in my throat
just how the ocean
tastes the shore.
there is always something new
to find hidden in my heart,
summoned by my words,
or the salt of your skin
wearing like wind on shale
i don't think i can ever tell you
i love you enough.
if i could, i would never get dressed
so that you could never be sad-
a rewind every time
my clothes touch the floor,
never anything but nude, not naked
because with you i can be bare
i can let you see my entirety
and leave my arms uncrossed,
i can let you in
and not fear that you will break me,
or force my inner things out.
i can love you with open arms
and my lip
Soapthe soap in our kitchen smellsSoap3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like my childhood. when I run
my hands under the faucet,
the time between then and now
splits down the center, rolling
towards me like a wave.
as the warm water rushes over
my skin, I am there:
sixteen, on the wrong side
of unrequited love
fourteen, crying along
to my favorite songs,
glory in the newfound
ache in my chest
seventeen, convinced no one
in the world has ever felt
as much as I have felt.
the bitter, golden nostalgia hits
me in the chest, a cupid's arrow,
and I find myself missing those
heady, messy days, when a good
song in my headphones was all
I needed to make everything okay.
simpler times await me in
that soap dispenser -
I find myself washing my hands
a lot these days.
a lack of language, in coloursyou tell me you miss mea lack of language, in colours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that i am more beautiful
than any girl in georgia
or even barcelona.
everything is fitting like magic
between fingers when they
and i swear for the past three nights,
that's all i've dreamt.
give me acrylics
and i still can't make you see
the exact shade of warm
you are to me.
give me the ocean
and there are not enough waves
in its body
to show just the way i feel
when our own vessels move together.
seven months since we last said goodbye,
since we last said hello-
i could fill libraries
to love you.
what i really want to ask
is if you think you can
love me this time.
Purest CrimeI have a diamond in a boxPurest Crime3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It sits in a safe that's tightly locked
In darkness its beauty is forever sealed
Its gleaming features never revealed
Crooks and thieves that crave its wealth
Have tried to steal it with their stealth
Failure follows them every time
Death is the penalty for this crime
Often times, to make them feel shame
I have them participate in a little game
They bet their souls like poker chips
Completely aware of what's at risk
If they win, I will hold up my side of the deal
And give them what they came to steal
But if their game results in loss
Their souls are placed inside my box
The diamond inside is not of carbon
But of the souls so carelessly bargained
Tightly packed into a mass
They glow and shimmer like pure glass
So I welcome all thieves, crooks and liars
In the hopes of adding their souls to the pile
And if you try to pick my lock
Remember, eternity is a long time to spend in a box
CensorshipThe contents of this poemCensorship4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have been omitted
Due to the following reason(s):
Contains unwanted information
May cause a disruption
[And we couldn't have that, could we?]
Thoughts on Nnoitra's DeathHi guys--I just had to write this down somewhere before my brain filters out this sudden inspiration. I was just watching the finale of Nnoitra's battle against kenpachi (english dub, mind you ^^), and while watching Nnoitra take the final attack that killed him--something struck me.Thoughts on Nnoitra's Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So here it is:
As we all know--there's a section in the front of Nnoitra's Arrancar uniform that is shaped like a heart, showing off his midsection. This is retained in his released form as well.
Here comes the interesting part.
Kenpachi strikes the deathblow on Nnoitra, but not just one strike (as it initally appears to be), but two. Crossing over one another. Over the heart-shaped spot.
Then the famous phrase came into my head, namely:
'Cross my heart and hope to die.'
Explains a lot, doesn't it? Nnoitra always wished to die--he says so himself in a Tesla flashback, and constantly requests that his opponants strike him dead.
Kenpachi fulfilled his heart's desire: to die. Die
Emilie's Profile.Emilie's Profile.4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Emilie Faustus' profile.
Name: Emilie Faustus.
Nickname[s]: The crimson killer.
Hair color: Red. ((Almost strawberry))
Eye color: Slate or light purple.
Age: ((now)) 12.
Demon Age: 121
Appearance: She has red hair, Shade almost strawberry,
Short and a bit messy.
She sometime wears the skirt the Trancy's provided her,
Is has a lace criss-cross flap that hangs off the side of the skirt,
Dark blue arm-warmers, She also has a magenta shirt with white,Black
and purple detailing and lacing on the ends. And solid heel
ankle high boots with no heel.
Bio: She was discovered in
a garden with everything dead but a few Snow Flowers,
Claude Faustus happened to stumbleupon her dying body
and took her back to the Trancy Manner for treatment, Alois
didn't want her in the Manson and had Claude ordered to kill her.
Even though he didn't actually kill her. He was fascinated
by her. And decided to keep her as his own to raise until
she was old enough to w
Risking HeavenThe day you signed the recruitment formsRisking Heaven5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said you felt like you'd sold your soul.
But you cried the night before basics
So I knew it was still in there
But somewhere in the marching
And the running and the shouting,
The gunshots and the dust and blood
It was lost.
You were lost.
Show me the contract
And I'll sign away my soul
Because we used to say we'd brave hell together
If it meant we'd never be apart
And I won't risk heaven
If you might not be waiting
How to fly.1.How to fly.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember that sometimes all you need to do
is let go. There's no real difference
between our scarred oxygen and the fearless air
birds breathe -- the only difference
is in the lungs that receive it.
Stand on top of the world and scream.
It doesn't have to be Everest
or Neil Armstrong's moon. Real mountains
are the things that scare you:
lear(anne)ing to trust someone again.
Losing yourself in a friend's arms.
Remembering joy and its vanilla taste
like droplets of sunshine on your tongue.
Think about love in all its shapes and forms,
then take a breath and
into the first pair of arms that reach up
to break your fall. Trust is the most beautiful
thing you can learn in a life unfurling
towards love; connection is the pot of diamonds
that you'll find at the end of love's rainbow.
Don't be too afraid to take that chance
with someone who can hold the whole of you,
but don't ever settle for someone who
treats you as part of the wallpaper.
Love is a gift, so please
Stitched Up (4/?)Tony woke first out of the three Avengers, all who had ended up sleeping on the floor, surrounded by cushions they had dragged in from various rooms shortly after Loki fell asleep. Thinking of their misunderstood martian God, Tony turned to the bed, eyes widening when he found it empty, completely devoid of life.Stitched Up (4/?)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shit, shit, shit. He thought, turning about the room silently, determined not to wake his friends until he knew Loki was actually missing. He crept through the pillows to the other side of the room, heaving a sigh of relief when he saw light spilling out from beneath the bathroom door. That relief soon turned to concern as he heard breathy sobs from within. He pushed on the door, saying silent thanks when he found it unlocked, and slowly moved into the bathroom, turning to look behind the door.
"Oh, Loki." A crippling sadness gripped him as he found the God of Mischief bent before the mirror, one had gripping the sink, knuckles white, the other pressing down on t