Almost Perfect.Fifteen. Outgoing. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Spotless, perfect, slightly tanned skin. Straight A student. Only barely reaching 100 pounds on an off day.Almost Perfect.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm so fat, she'd say to herself every morning in the mirror. Size 2 waistline. It wasn't good enough. She could do much better. She needed perfect.
"Oh, Brielle," her friends would say at lunch, disappointment clear on their faces. "Not eating again today?" School food was dripping with unhealthy grease and calories. The question would echo in the back of her head. Eat? I don't need to eat, look at me! Now, she barely heard it anymore. They were used to it.
Everyone was used to it. Her friends would joke about how she could probably get blown over by a big enough gust of wind, how she was too skinny. She laughed; her friends were too funny. One kid even said something about starving herself. Starve myself? Ridiculous! Can't they see how big I am? It's called a diet.
Baby Louisa. 2.3Baby LouisaBaby Louisa. 2.34 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not me if you want to read.
6. Break"You like holding hands, don't you?"6. Break4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love holding hands. I love the sense of connection, just feeling your skin against mine. I love the feeling of togetherness, the idea that I won't lose you and you won't lose me, that if the world was to suddenly open up beneath me, you could catch me. I love feeling that you're mine and I'm yours and nothing can break us apart. I love feeling complete.
to sleep, perhaps to waketo sleep,to sleep, perhaps to wake4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
perhaps to dream.
waking in the early hours with your face drawn in my eyelids
an orange flesh-glow,
arms and armaments
wrists like porcelain,
eyes uranium glass
there's this place inside of my head
where the light is honey-gold,
full of dust motes and
attic-aged lovers' letters
(rose petals and wax seals in
wine glasses frosted with years' particulates)
to sleep, perhaps
a recursive acronym
mandelbrot set, the butterfly curve
fractals on windowpanes
a whirling series of images,
i'm a tornado,
the bottom of a drainpipe in australia
flowers opening, a hundred miles per hour
expecting to shake into consciousness,
falling asleep instead.
je suis mort,
je suis tombe
j'aime la sensation de
la vent sur ma figure
it's a black hole of a dream.
to sleep, perhaps
A vegetarian headline:Cow eats man in self defence.A vegetarian headline:8 years ago in Humor More Like This
SacrificesSacrifices4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's coming, oh God help me. I'm going to die, and my child shall die with me. Where is she! My dear Annie. My body starts to shake with the full force of my anguish as tears roll down my flushed cheeks. I'm to young to die, I'm not ready.
"Mommy?" I hear a feeble voice cry out. I know that voice anywhere. My annie. My head snaps up and there behind the flames I see my dear Annabel. She stands so small holding her dear teddy, reaching out for me. I let out a gasp as I see the flames reach for my child, with their greedy clutches. My daughter yelps back away from the large flames now tower over her. I cannot watch my dear baby girl die. I will not let it happen.
I decisively make a decision that will destroy me physically but save me mentally and emotionally. I leap in through the inferno of destruction, reaching out for my child as the flames lick away at my body. Her eyes enlarge as she sees me step out of the inferno. To her I must seem like someone with a glowing halo encasing my bo
Take it AwayYou can cut my hairTake it Away4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take away my independence
Take away my voice
Call me a freak
Call me an oddball
Call me crazy
Call me stupid
Do what you want
But you can't change me
Back to you againThis path was once so beautiful.Back to you again4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The past will always haunt us.
Can I really trust you? It seems so unsteady.
Once again, Ill run to you.
They tell me not too.
But you are the one for me I swear.
Am I really so stupid?
Again I screwed myself over, with you.
Ended up like crumpled up paper on the ground.
Throw me in the recycle bin, because you will just use me again.
So you call me back?
Yes I will follow you, but will I enjoy it?
I have died before.
All of it was because of you.
But no one else will even try.
To look past the difference, that offsets me from 'them'.
You did once feel it too right?
Being the rag doll before you, does it make you feel sorry?
I can't let you control me,
TearsTears2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's tearing me apart. I'm breaking apart inside. I can't even smile. It hurts.
I can't do it anymore.
Theme 8 of 100 - AwayAway, yet so far.Theme 8 of 100 - Away4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember you so well.
Your smile, your personality.
You went away.
How could you?
Without a word.
Without a sound.
Without even a note.
I wanted to go away, too.
To be with you.
But, I didn't want to go away, like you did.
That would have been painful.
And, you know, I'm afraid of pain.
I felt abandoned.
Why did you do it?
We may never know.
I know you're far away.
But, you'll always be close to me.
We Are MoreGAYWe Are More4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I bet the first thing to come to mind isn't "happy"
Maybe there's a reason for that
Many homosexuals aren't happy
Because we are teased
Put down and humiliated
We are beat down without a second thought
As if we were criminals of war, subjected to torture
Even through this
Many more of us are happy
We have families
Sometimes even children
Together we are more
More than the teenager, living on the streets
Kicked out of home by homophobic parents
More than the women, who grew up and got married
Ignoring her own desires because they were improper
We are someone's children!
Brothers, sisters, home makes
We are not something that you can toss out like trash
We are not a hateful symbol for unsafe sex
We can be loud and flamboyant
We can also be shy, hiding in a closet
Sure we might get AIDs,
So might you
We hold jobs, pay bills
Forget to do our taxes on time
We are proud to be who we are!
Some of you think we don't have feelings
Going so far as to sa
Okami vs OkamidenOkami vs Okamiden4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okami will forever be one of my most cherished videogames in my collection. There were so many aspects to be admired--a huge map that could be roamed around freely, giant intimidating bosses that actually required effort to defeat, and a unique and absolutely beautiful design.
As an artist, the entire watercolor/ink painting feel of the graphics is what really made the game win my heart. Even as you play, you are literally granted the power of a brush. You paint symbols directly on the screen that represent elements or attacks that may be used outside and inside the battlefield.
Of course, you're given a variety of weapons as well. Each one you find or purchase is a work of art in itself. They're all different in their own way and look magnificent. You have your choice of Rosaries (beads), Glaives (swords), and Reflectors (mirrors). Other than the looks, the performance of each weapon is slightly different but they're all quite balanced. Reflectors are swung around in a circular motion
To..."To Eat"To...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rend my body,
for your nails are sharp
Like the forks you eat from
If you desire flesh
My thighs would be the thickest
In the blood moon
If you desire heart
I wish you to take it throbbing
Blood drying in collapsed veins to cobwebs
If you desire breast
Be not wanting of ample
For I have fed plenty from me
If you desire soul, take
as it is the delicacy of this body
And I know you crave
Whether my eye or
Neither can fully satisfy
Know not what you do to me
Nor I you
The consequences shall be full, as our pleasures
So fall from grace with me
As either I or you
drag the other down
Sweet soul of mine
Though I know sacrifices
If the world were to pour their river
Flowing loosely into our mouths (tongue against tongue)
Never enough would fall
If the sea were to convulse to give you salt
Fishes would die upon the sand, dear
And we would keep them kept for time
If the grapes were to twist
away from their branch
Would they topple down hill to our cup?
the high wavesi'm sitting on a benchthe high waves4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching the sea
with no one to sit beside me
clubs are not my places
and i don't like lounge
but i can't turn off the radio
there is a man over there
not for me and doesn't seem to care
i feel shattered for a moment
gonna blame it on the high waves
5. RotThe skeleton leaf:5. Rot4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
it demonstrates how beauty
can be born from rot.
EscapeEscape is a complicated sort of word.Escape4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It suggests that's something's been left behind.
That it no longer haunts you
Or creeps into your dreams.
That the memory is gone and forgotten to past,
So I can't say I have escape
Because you still invade my thoughts,
Though you stand so far away
With her in your arms
For you I'm no longer even alive.
Escape would be if you'd vanished
If every image of you was gone.
The maybe I could say I'd escape
But then what would I have escaped from.
The Broken BottleThe Broken Bottle4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
By hiding we are making sure that none could ever hurt us, find us, scare us to the point of retreat. Now when I say retreat I don't mean physically beating us back, or even making us pull back into ourselves. When I speak of retreat in this aspect I refer to actually making us so scared that we can't move back. We become so frightened of any kind of minor change any kind of stress. This will break us.
You know us.
You know what we are, but you don't know that you do.
We are the ones that you can rely on to always be there, the ones you can fall back on, the ones that fight back for you when you can't anymore. They stand up for you when you are too shocked or upset or even angry to act. We don't ever appear broken, we don't appear scared, we don't appear like there could ever be anything wrong.
You might ask us what's wrong when we let our masks slip, but we insist we're fine. Most of the time you believe us, those times you don't, those are the times we have truly fallen. We
My SonShe's leaving youMy Son4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
While she still can
Before you make another excuse
A new plan
Before you can harm her
In more ways than one
So you can't pierce her armour
She needs to run.
You wake up
Assess the night before
You stand up
Broken glass on the floor
Bruised knuckles aching
Fist shaped dent in the door
Tiptoed out last night
The only trace of her
Clothes soon to be too tight
She left you
You're grip on her torn
The unjust power you held over her
Burns there no more.
You never noticed
Too drunk to care
Were you ever sober?
Her endless nightmare
The evil villain
Her love always growing
Her spirit you were killing
She'd never show it.
Note on the table
Lines but just one
"Leaving while I'm still able, I want better for MY son."
untitled"Hey! Are you ignoring me?"untitled4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stumble slightly as the weight of you knocks into me, your elbow meeting with the tender spot between my ribs as your grin captures my entire attention. I don't just mean your mouth; your grin seems to cover all your features completely. Your eyes light up, as if you've trapped starlight inside the mahogany of you irises, shining beneath the swinging mop of chestnut hair.
You're not perfect. Your nose isn't quite center with your face, and your teenage complexion means that there is always a break out of spots somewhere on your tanned skin. You're still stunning though.
I laugh, telling you that you need to deflate your head if you think that you are important enough for me to be bothered with ignoring.
You shrug at me, slinging a lazy arm over my shoulder so that I lean into your side, feeling your warmth radiate through the thin fabric of your white school shirt. The top two buttons are undone, your tie probably stuffed at the bottom of your bag, and a m
Messin around with RP Profies3Messin around with RP Profies34 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Ayden Zhou
Species: Human/Demon (1/4)
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Birthday: May 30, 1997
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Back Story: Ayden was birthed in the depths of the dominating manor that was King Blackwing Raven I's, along with his younger twin brother, Hayden. Annamarie Lee, the unfortunate human mother, had been raped and impregnated by their father, the king himself. Terrified, Annamarie Lee managed to hide her pregnancy with the twins for a long eight months. During that time, through much luck and old friends, she had planned to send her children away to a better place, preferrably the human world. However, shortly after their birth, the King's eyes and ears reported the treachery to the King; he had his own personal agents sent down to capture and torture Annamarie Lee, and kill the two newborn t
Whose Line EPIC Quotations"Drew: 2000 points to Kathy Griffin for kissing Ryan.Whose Line EPIC Quotations5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kathy Griffin: Yeah!
Colin: I never get 2000 points for kissing him.
Drew: Because you like the kissing.
Ryan: It's gotta be on the show!
Colin: *nods his head*"
"Ryan: Hey Colin.
Ryan: What comes to mind when I say Ricky Ricardo and great cigars?
Colin: Oh! Tapioca!
Ryan: *Confused* Really? Why is that?
Colin: Isn't that his big song? TAPIOOOOCAAAA!"
"Colin: I will let you fluff my Garfield if you know what I mean"
"Drew: Do you know what's behind you, Colin?
Colin: I hope it's me with my clothes on..."
"Wayne: Horward, can you last, Horward, how did the song get so damn fast..."
"Ryan: Fly with me, Wendy!
Colin: That's the wall!"
"Drew: You're really funny, man.
Ryan: I'm half animatronic."
"Ryan: Was that thing lit?
Colin: Yeah. It would have been funnier if your head had burst into flames, hehe.
Ryan: *shakes head and laughs*"
"Colin: Hi, we'll be back to wrong emphasis theatre production of WHAT love has to do with