Self LoathingI'm sorrySelf Loathing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That little girl
That I used to be
She's no more
She's been replaced
With a monster
Destructive little beast
I'll never live up to your expectations
I'll never be pretty
I'll never be loved
I'll never be cared about
I'll forever be alone
And my little razorblade that is
The blade that made me this beast
That I couldn't be
A better daughter
That all I've ever be
Is a waste of space
A waste of air
A waste of body
I won't be for much longer
Ludwig*Reader Lost then Found ch 13Your POV~~Ludwig*Reader Lost then Found ch 132 years ago in Romance More Like This
You walked into the kitchen and saw Ludwig chopping potatoes on the counter.
“Watcha making?” You asked.
“Potato cheese soup.” Ludwig said and glanced up at you. He shoved the cut potatoes to one side and looked at you for a minute with a strange look on his face.
“What?” You asked, curious. He shook his head but he was still looking at you. You crossed your arms and stuck your tongue out at him. Ludwig smiled slightly.
“What?” You asked again.
“Es ist nichts.” Ludwig walked around the counter. His eyes sparkled slightly but from what, you weren't quite sure.
“Ludwig...”. Ludwig moved towards you slightly and you backed away.
“Ludwig,” you complained. “What are you doing?” He moved quickly and slung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Ludwig!!” You shrieked but half laughing now.
“Your my prisoner now.” Ludwig carr
joy of lifei will never die againjoy of life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i will never cry again
these eyes shall shed no more tears
this heart shall harbour no more fears
this body will breathe no more
this soul shall bleed no more
as i slowly turn to dust
and all of my entrail begin to rust
i realize what a bitter sweet joy life really is
LiesLet me look into your eyesLies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes beautiful, eyes deep,
Let me sink into your mind
To see the secrets that you keep
Let me kiss you past your tongue
To your heart warm and sweet
Then I'd see the honest truth
Your lies are only words deep
Some day you may hurt yourself
Your skin will break and bleed
The words will pour quickly out
Protection is only skin deep
I know you more than anyone
I know the answers that I seek
Are hiding behind your pretty words
Your lies are only skin deep
confessions of a misguided poetcertain things in my mindconfessions of a misguided poet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
would be better left unsaid,
i. how I stared at a bottle of pills
for an hour as if they would slide down
my throat on their own.
ii. when I stepped out of the shower
with bloody knees and didn't bother
to put a band aid over them.
iii. why I can't keep a smile long
enough for someone to take
iv. who I wanted to be when I was
a little girl and who I am
right here and now.
v. where I tried to jump off a
bridge and landed in water
deep enough for me to swim in.
vi. what I wanted to scream at
you that day but I just stayed
silent and hoped you would forget.
no more pretty words and
today; just life,
the truth, and everything
that I never want to tell
AbsenceI still hear your voice in the wide open meadowAbsence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laughing like honey bees
And Currawong cries.
In the shivering of gum leaves
In the shadows of steam trains,
Spied between fences and snowflakes' tears.
I still hear your voice at the foot of the staircase
By the swing-set at sunrise
In the car when it rains.
In the whisper of piano keys that play every evening
And haven't been touched in years.
CrossoverCrossoverCrossover2 years ago in Settings More Like This
(A/N: This is a Makorra!FMA crossover)
"Brother," said Bolin, his voice hollow because of the suit.
"Yeah Bo?" asked Mako, he rolled his right shoulder and heard the creaking of metal parts.
"When do you think we'll get our normal bodies back?"
Mako looked out of the window for a second. It had been a few months since...the incident, and both of them were already uncomfortable in their bodies. The older brother blamed himself for what happened to the younger. If Mako had listened to Bo, hadn't ignored the laws of equivalent exchange and the laws of alchemy, maybe things would be different. Bo wouldn't be trapped ina bulky suit of armor, and Mako would have all of his limbs.
He didn't regret giving up his right arm. He would kill himself if that meant Bo would get his body back. But killing himself would ignore the laws of equivalent exchange. A whole body, for a whole body. Mako almost wanted to cry because he couldn't even give Bolin a whole body, just a torso and two limbs.
We CouldWe open doors which lead to doors withinWe Could10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The boundaries fold upon themselves and we are in
Soaring and never knowing where the limits are
We think we are crawling and notice we have actually gotten far
Taken aback by the depth
Never taught this by society
Having known this all along
From here we drift to there
From there we can travel anywhere
Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,Night of the Violin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary
From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky
Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues
Evanescent in spectral shards of solemn rains
my thoughts swoon in burning juniper
Servant to the epitome of her will
basking in the shadows of her mind
kissed in the aura of sweet sorrow;
untold love begins to flow
Embroidered in the ballet of night's fall
violins seethe in star-clustered valleys
like a burning choir of lonely spirits
My thirst blushes in a sea
Hearts Never Belong To TwoBrazen skin.Hearts Never Belong To Two2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under the cracks I see silk;
Rusted and darkened, breaking at the seams.
The feeling is similar, but within the grooves,
Running my fingers along a familiar plane, I become lost,
Naked against the differences.
But I submerge deeper, looking for discrepancies.
Same eyes, same mouth, same voice:
Old-age antiquities, invaluable to me.
But the silver tongue doesn’t divert me.
Words pour into my ears.
Persuasion is the greatest weapon, lies like poison.
The bombardment insistent, the damage invisible.
But secrets float to the surface.
Beating blood or bile,
Never belong to two.
You are "not" perfectYou're not perfect if-You are "not" perfect3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
1. -you do everything right all the time.
2. -everyone loves you and accepts you and has done you no wrong.
3. -you're always happy.
4. -you've never lost.
5. -you know everything.
6. -you love everyone and everything.
7. -you've never fought.
8. -your family's not dysfunctional in any shape, manner, or form.
9. -you don't have any problems.
10. -you always get what you want.
11. -you have a ton of friends.
12. -you don't have a care in the world.
13. -you've never been bullied or mocked.
14. -you've never had a broken heart.
15. -you can do anything and everything.
16. -you have everything at your disposal.
17. -you think you're higher than everyone.
18. -you're socially beautiful.
19. -you're socially perfect.
20. -you think you are.
You're perfect if-
1. -you act to the best of your abilities.
2. -you deal with everyone on your own terms.
3. -you've been happy and sad and angry and depressed.
4. -you've lost but at least tried.
5. -you use what knowledge you h
InfinityI’m afraid that you’ll love me like the wind loves daisies,Infinity8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
blowing them over the edge of their precipice overlooking the sea.
I’m afraid you’ll meet me sadly at the bottom and lap the water like a question against my crumpled stem
when the strength of your love has left me numb.
You ask me what I’m afraid of, and I’m afraid that you’re a nebula spanning the vast darkness of space
while I’m just a lonely speck of sand;
too small not to get swept up in your currents and dragged out into the rolling ocean
and lose myself forever beneath your stars.
Edd, Interrupted Part 13Title: Edd, InterruptedEdd, Interrupted Part 132 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rating: T for minor Teen Concepts (mild language, etc.)
Character(s): Edd ''Double D'', Ed, Eddy (mentioned), Rolf (mentioned), Sarah
Summary: A glimpse inside Double D's collective memoir as he reminisces into the childhood of that ''Eternal Summer'' of the Peach Creek Cul-de-sac.
Warnings: (See Rating)
Word count: 3,349
24. Can We Start Again?
I ran straight from Rolf's house to Ed's. When Sarah answered the door, I ran straight past her, ignoring her confused stare. I didn't hesitate to bolt down the flight of steps to the basement and instead of knocking on Ed's door as I normally did I just barged in. Thankfully it wasn't locked. I stood in the front of Ed's room, panting for breath. Ed was drawing at his desk beside the bed, and when he turned to look at me, his face showed no sign that he recognized who I was.
''Ed...'' I said between laboured breaths.
He raised his single e
Living ViolinArm moving swiftly then slowly againLiving Violin9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The unseen life prances across my eyes
Singing to me what they want to be
But my fingers tell them, instruct them
To be what I see
But they fight, and we compromise;
This hand moves this way
The other, over there
While they lift me off this earth
And into my imaginary air
Only if I dare
To enter the realm that into only they stare
With my eyes shut I see all
With enticing thrall
I feel it moving along my veins
My heart keeping the beat
So that I may meet
The ones that have felt this sensation before me
And when my mind is ready to land
Back into the deep problems of the other world
And take half of my heart down from my chin
A beaming smile of success forms from within.
Sephiroth x Genesis - A Common Story - LovelessTheme: SinceritySephiroth x Genesis - A Common Story - Loveless2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Sephiroth x Genesis (Warning: Boy Love.)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy characters.
The way he pursed his lips as if he were going to say something the way his voice carved it's way through souls; the way his lapis eyes berated vision by rendering it completely ethereal. Sephiroth ran his hand through the unruly locks of Genesis Rhapsodosthe man that lay beside him, flat on his backLoveless in hand. "You never change." Sephiroth commented.
Genesis lowered the open book so that it lay flayed out upon his chest. The auburn moved his irises to the left and tilted his head a bit in order to see Sephiroth's face. "Nor do you." Sephiroth was lying on his side, pale skin facing pale skin. He scratched Genesis's head a bit in response, further mussing up his hair. "Would you stop that?" Genesis pulled himself away from Sephiroth, turning his back to him in the process. The motion had caused the bed sheets to further cri
RememberMemories.Remember1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thought worries me,
that I might just forget it all.
I'll forget the spontaneous times
where I would feel happy,
for really... no apparent reason.
I'm so scared,
that I'll wake up and
not remember anything,
and even if it means
losing the depressing memories -
I can't bear to let it go.
It shaped me into what I am today,
believe it or not -
all those sad, depressing memories.
And if I were to age and perhaps just
forget it all...
I would lose myself.
What would I do?
Who would I be?
Oh, sweet and painful memories -
please, never leave me.
ViolinViolin7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Although in velvet darkness now
My body has been laid,
I dream of when the time will come
That I will soon be played.
I rest in lifeless silence like
A corpse within a tomb,
Awaiting heaven's sunny bliss
But doomed to bide in gloom.
Inside my frame of steel and wood,
My soul resounds with song.
I yearn to let it soar upon
The stage where I belong.
I want to shine beneath the lights
And show the world my art.
I want to seize the chance to play
The music from my heart.
For someday, worn by use and time,
I shall be cast aside.
No longer will I grace the stage
Aglow with joyous pride.
Then I'll be locked away, until
The songs in me are stilled,
My strings contorted into knots,
My promise unfulfilled.
IcarusSun girl,Icarus1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.
Do not let anyone
clip your wings;
you were made for the skies.
- untitled -Blue are the eyes of my muse,- untitled -3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is a collector, of tides,
Her smile is a sunrise to the cold grey city,
In which she collects tides.
Coming and going, washing the face of this place,
As breath is rendered lost,
The tides leave behind tiny green glass pebbles,
Blue are the eyes of my muse.
As I am here I reach to her,
But something is in the way,
The city is blind and lost,
Like a mute wild beast in a strange land,
Where everything is not what it seems,
And human feeling is a trap.
But she, the muse, the lady,
Standing like a flame to the dark,
Her mystically real beauty holds the tides back,
So we may pass onto the other side unsplashed!
The Used And Abused Marionette(This poem is dedicated to all those who are or have been in abusive relationships. My heart goes out to all of you beautiful people.)The Used And Abused Marionette4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been nothing
But a slave to your debauched desires
Your sole possession, your marionette
Benumbed by the deceit,
The manipulation veiled
Beneath your soft artist's touch...
And a touch that endeavours to sabotage
The most beautiful of all silhouettes
Is the touch of the irresistible...
Just like you...
For I was left powerless, forlorn of all hope,
As your hands designed my fate,
With one subtle caress at a time...
With one stage of seduction at a time...
Those gifted hands
Carved me so delicately
Into the figurine of a burlesque doll
Faceless, stripped of an identity
Dehumanised, to gratify your intentions.
My wooden frame,
Varnished by your blood,
The paint of passion, the lacquer of love,
Coated upon my skin as a bittersweet glaze...
Every brittle limb,
Webbed with strings
Bound tightly by intricate knots
To the tips
or maybe it actually is.thisor maybe it actually is.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a love poem:
this is not about
me and how i hate
the way realism tastes.
this is about you.
this is about how you
are one too many shades arrogant,
how nearly every night you
try to forget that time has
left you behind. this is
about your laugh and the way it
whispers "i can't remember
what i was like before i
became this." and,
if i'm being honest, this is about
how i will never see your too
cocky for your own damn good grin that
makes me go weak in the knees.
this is about you
and how you're not real and how i wish
to god that i wasn't either.
Blossoming Friendship - Genesis Angeal Sephiroth Blossoming Friendship Under A Banora Apple TreeBlossoming Friendship - Genesis Angeal Sephiroth2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Out on the simple, grassy terrain of Banora; sat Genesis under an apple tree. A contrastingly lavish Banora White lay cupped about in one of his hands, whereas a timely play lay grasped in the other. Taking a deep breath of the rather fresh, and homely air—the auburn haired poet smiled. This was the life. Vacation…with Angeal and Sephiroth. “When the war of the beasts, brings about the world’s end, the Goddess…descends from the sky.”
Coming up gradually, were Angeal and Sephiroth. They stalked along the open, hilly terrain rather briskly—the gentle winds were their only feeble opponent. “Ah, Genesis. Looks like you’re enjoying yourself too much.” The brunette chuckled, setting his rich blue optics on the cinnamon strands just beneath and ahead of him.
“Like always.” Sephiroth added, as a subtle smirk began creeping it’s way onto the silverette’s
roadkillYou told meroadkill10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was November’s ambrosia
sweet on your tongue.
But now all I feel
is discord, sieging
the 3,000 year old tree
inside of me.-
Centuries to grow so tall
9 mere minutes to
You no longer smile anymore.
And I am here,
silent as stone-
the carcass of a dead...
hoping you don't leave me
on the side of the road.