DN: The Decorative KindHe lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes that appeared black in the rooms dim lighting and arms and legs spread across the mattress as if he was tied by the limbs to the bed posts. For nearly three days hed been in this position, and though they all tried countless times none of the caretakers managed to rouse him from his stupor; they couldnt even get him to eat when they tried to force him on the first day, he gagged and threw up over the edge of the bed and after that no-one even dared to bring food in for him.DN: The Decorative Kind8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wammys House was just as he expected it to be: a large, brick structure filled mainly with children who cried inconsolably and adults who walked around with fake smiles on their faces because they knew of no other way to deal with the misery that surrounded them. Wammys House was an orphanage, a place children were sent when they had no place left to call home or (in Beyond Birthdays case) when they had a home but were
She Called Herself a Poetshe spent years telling herself that her ribcage was a keyboardShe Called Herself a Poet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that her body was a twisted, deformed stick, eager to be broken
and staring herself down in the mirror, she would tell herself
you. are. hideous.
she was falling in love just to fall out of it
and breaking her heart just to
experience the feeling of it falling apart
she devoted hours of each day
to convincing herself that
she walked to the wrong beat
and sang in the wrong key
and lived in a world overflowing with pain
she cut red lines across her wrists
drew crippled hearts across her walls
smeared blood across her face
because she thought it looked better than any makeup
she recorded every wrong doing against her
every insult and slander thrown her way
and she listened
until they were the only thing she ever heard
she stayed up till the earliest hours of the morning
and she cried herself to sleep when she could no longer keep her eyes
Inner FeelingsI'm killing myself slowlyInner Feelings8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not another calorie shall pass my lips
The trace of bones is beautiful
When I can see my ribs and hips
To rid myself of hate
And all these jumbled feelings
That keep my mind awake
Want to go to sleep forever
Stop this beating of my heart
Forget all these thoughts and memories
Still tearing me apart
Doctors try to help me
Therapists don't really care
People in the street look at me
With their long icy glares
I had a love once
Abandoned me without a trace
But it's ok, really
It's not like I deserved his grace
Want to escape it all
But there's no where to run
I cannot run away from my head
My heart has become so numb
So, you want to know how I feel?
Read this poem with sharpened eyes
Now, you'll see that when I said I'm fine
It was really just a....lie
blame the sandmandear paradise girl:blame the sandman6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you have seaweed in your hair
and your eyes are painted with mother-of-pearls.
the sand between your toes
has crusted over
and when i place my head against your chest,
because i can't find a heartbeat.
and you laugh,
a clogged-up gurgle,
because you know that i've forgotten what you're made of.
you don't have a pulse.
i hear the rhythm of blue waves beneath your skin.
dear paradise girl:
you have crabs clipped to your earlobes
and you wear seagull feathers for a dress.
there are blue-kelp tattoos across your shoulders
and a ring of suction-cup stars around each ankle,
and when you move,
you move like water.
and when you wrap your arms around me,
i draw back in fear
because your skin molds to mine like mud...
and you grin,
a snaggle-toothed vision,
because you know i've forgotten once again.
your skin is cool and clammy
and i can't stand to hug you
anymore than i can chew on sand.
dear paradise girl:
you're crying grains of salt
and the b
SymbolsI cut my hair last Summer.Symbols6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
With the biggest and scariest pair of scissors I could find, so sharp that they were used to cut bones and I feared I may accidentally cut a void in the space-time continuum with them.
I jerked my head back, almost defiantly.
I was ready.
Silly of me to think that getting rid of most of that hair I loved so much would rid me of shame as well.
My hair was the beauty I didn't deserve to have.
Every tiny curl enclosed the fingers of the ghost of my actions and I dreaded the idea of confronting them.
Every strand, when lighted by the Sun, reminded me of my pitiful self and how it wasn't worth to be reflected by a mirror.
But unforgiving, the silver surface would tell me.
It's a beauty you don't deserve to have.
I saw it fall round my feet, felt the weight abandon my head as it died on the welcoming floor.
I saw the beauty collapse and cripple as if charred to the core.
I saw the light bleed from it all like a river of tears.
And still the weight of shame would be
Dandelionsi.Dandelions5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When my mother told me these beautiful dandelions
were nothing but weeds, I knew I was destined to
disappoint her, for I am the devil in her bed of roses.
The day she called me selfish was the same day I
learned to laugh, because I do more to make her
happy than she'll ever choose to realize.
After that teacher called and her idea of a perfect
son shattered, I reassured her that I would never
be appreciated for the beautiful person I'm not.
She dreams of seeing grandchildren I hope not to
have, but I pray she'll be gone long before I can
give her a reason to love me.
I woke upJuly 10, 2000I woke up7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I woke up
after passing out
after smoking up
after coming down
from the wa-wa sound
induced by nitrous filled punch balloons
I woke up
after snorting lines of ketamine
coupled with hits of acid and ecstasy
I woke up
after seven people died
from shooting heroin into their veins
I woke up
in a folding camp chair
with a hand wrapped around
a bag of weed
stuffed in my pocket
to a booming voice
telling me I was going to jail.
and I thanked god when they put on the cuffs
that I was one of the lucky ones that woke up.
Chained and Shackled :RaitoxL: Chained and shackled.Chained and Shackled :RaitoxL:9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There were advantages and disadvantages to this. At least, that's the final conclusion that Raito came to.
He sat on the couch, watching L enjoy a slice of cake with a large strawberry plopped on top of its sweet icing. L was a joke. How could he possibly be such a genius when he seemed like such a child? His eyes drifted down to L's lips as he took the last bit of cake into his mouth, sensually licking his lips free of sweet cream.
That was definitely an advantage.
L quirked an eyebrow at Raito ogling him as he finished his cake. He found the Kira suspect doing that often when he ate. Shrugging it off, he slowly slid his fork into the strawberry and brought it to his lips.
Oh, yeah, Raito thought. Here's the good part...
L bit into the strawberry and juice began dripping down the side of his mouth. He made a surprised sound along the lines of a qu
Soulmate"He told me that I was perfect." She stares off at the sky. "He said that I was everything he wanted in a girl." She's sitting at a picnic table, the kind of thing you can get splinters from.Soulmate6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Mmhmm." I sit with my legs crossed about a meter away on the ground. I reach down and grab a random blade of grass, twirling it.
"I was the right height, for starters." She's taller than me.
"He seems the type to be picky about that." I yank the unlucky blade of grass from the earth and bring it closer to my face for inspection.
"And he was into the blue eyes, brown hair sort of thing. He said that blonde was too popular, or something like that, and that brown made a dull eye colour." One of her eyes is bluer than the other, and her hair is just dark enough to count as 'brown'.
"I think his ex was a brunette, although I can't be sure about the eyes." I let the light breeze steal my prize, and then I reach back down to run my fingers over another blade.
"He was a hockey addict too. He told me that
Sweet Toothwarning: light shounen-ai/yaoiSweet Tooth8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I want to be useful!!" Matsuda whined.
"You wanna be useful, eh?" L said, putting a piece of cake into his mouth.
"Theeeen, could you go get me and Raito-kun some coffee?" L asked. "Get me a 28 ounce Hazelnut latte`, lots of sugar, and make sure they put lots of cream in it, k? You might have to drove a little ways before you can find a stand that sells Hazelnut Latte`s but don't worry, there oughta be one maybe 20 minutes from here. What do you want, Raito-kun?"
"I'll have what you're having, Ryuzaki." Light answered.
"Hm, k. Go ahead, Matsuda." L ordered.
Matsuda hung his head in despair, but grabbed his keys and headed out the door.
As soon as Matsuda was gone, L was in Light's lap, and Light sighed.
"You really need to stop making Matsuda just go out and get us something just for you to sit in my lap." Light sighed.
"Hm, yes but I really can't just let everyone see me here, sitting with you.
She isThey saw one day, a girl with distressed features, ripped clothing and a poor figure. Her eyes bloodshot and her cheeks stained, stood alone in the pouring rain. Her hair tangled and torn flustering in the wind, hands clamped tight together, lost in shame.She is5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Could they tell that with each step closer her shoulders shake?
Barefoot against the concrete, how could she not be cold? Here take this blanket, take this coat, shelter you from the rain. You'll catch a chill y'know; look at you you're shivering, have you eaten yet? Would you like a warm drink?
They left her be, she never thanked them, she stood still, her knees quivering, her throat aching. Beneath the warmth, she still shivered. Take me home, save me, save me. Her clothes ripped, dirt smeared, she stood still, shaking.
What are you doing here? Don't you have a home? Here take this Can you not move? I'm trying to help you, don't try my patience, and here grab this. Grab it! What? Don't look at me with those sad eyes of yours,
hint 87every day,hint 876 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
go home and convince yourself
that you've never met a woman.
if it helps,
dig a hole in your yard
and fill it with your head.
if you do not have a yard
in which to dig,
from a family member
or sympathetic friend.
if you do not have a head
with which to fill your hole,
all the better for it.
My Own Service I close my eyes, and I can't remember ever having opened them. I forget about all the mornings I watched the sultry light rising through the spaces between my curtains, and focus on staying completely buried in my thin red sheets. I can hear the clock outside, signaling my moment to rise. I cover my ears; I can wake on my own, and I have no need for diversions. I'm stuck in my attempt at living in the moment.My Own Service6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With a sigh I take in a breath of humid summer air, and for a brief second I let my mind stray to another time, another place- and perhaps another feeling entirely. This thought pleases me, however I know it's wrong to aimlessly hope for something unlike your reality, so I sit up in my bed and rotate slightly to my left, letting my feet abruptly hit the firm oak floor. I wonder why I'm so incredibly calm.
Scampering into the bathroom, I draw myself a cool bath and delicately submerge myself- letting the refreshing water b
drown.You stand alone indrown.6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the pouring rain just waiting
as it soaks your bones.
Patience; a virtue
but it merely postpones your
Quiet; a statue.
Your shield is permanently
clasped between your hands.
Silence is better
than lies, but it can be the
ultimate lie too.
Your lips are sealed. Thin,
dry, insatiable, soft,
Tears dripping along
your rubicund cheeks taste like
sour, sugary grief.
I lick and devour
each drop. Your misery is
my Achille's heel...
clay reclaimedsprawled betweenclay reclaimed6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the wrong
side of twenty
no one is mistaken
for a flower
dressed in dark
and I found
the other side
I found a gleam
the hollow sound
my hollow sound
form begets friction
to bake this
to culminate in
so who will help me
make this mountain?
Sebastian x Reader, Obscurum Cantum renidet Part 7Sebastian pushed up his glasses, looking at you through the darkness of the carriage cab. "The Viscount Druitt. He Graduated from medical school, but has not gone into practice. He has recently thrown several parties at his home. However, people say he simultaneously holds secret parties that only his intimates may attend."Sebastian x Reader, Obscurum Cantum renidet Part 72 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I've heard rumors that he is into black magic and that sort of thing." Red smiled.
"So you suspect that at these underground parties, they perform ceremonies and sacrifice prostitutes?" Lau said.
"Tonight is the last party of the season." Ciel said, standing up as the carriage slowed down to a stop and the door opened, letting Ciel out. A man waiting outside took Ciel's hand gently and guided him out. "Which means this is our only chance." He said. Right as he was outside and standing at his full height, you had a chance to examine his full look. He was wearing a long pink dress with white frills, and a hat to match. He had two pigtails, and some of his hair
Elusive[door opens, hurried footsteps, door slams]Elusive6 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Writer: [out of breath] Look, I dont want to do this, but Im going to have to start imposing curfews if you dont start listening a bit more! I know you need your freedom, but cant you be a little more considerate? I am responsible for everything you do, you know!
Muse: [stiffly] Im sorry.
Writer: Are you?
Writer: No. I know that look. Ive seen it too many times already.
Muse: But do you understand it? Can you comprehend me at all?
Writer: How can I? You dont make sense! Youre so capricious you taught me that word and I cant I cant even trust you.
Writer: Look, Im not asking for much. Cant you just not hang out with her?
Muse: [muttered] Whats the matter, jealous?
Muse: Im not sure I understood your request. What exactly is the issue at hand?
The Writer Finds BlissWhat is to be gained from feeling this way?The Writer Finds Bliss6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(these anxious emotions)
In an unsightly play of loss and grieving,
I settle my heart.
I have nailed it to concrete, pinned it to cement,
Locked it in love-awkward chest,
But remote as it is, it pulses in silence
Unforgiving, a terrible stress.
Tie me together with all of my grandeur,
Allow me pretence in words;
I carve out these letters from somewhere within me,
My fragments are broken, insensible ramblings
From the mind that attempts to conspire;
I don't wish to bore you by stating my trauma
But still, I place my whims higher.
And it is selfishness! the destroyer of pride,
Of reason, of thought,
Why do I strive if not to fulfil?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I smile on the inside,
I wonder at who I may be,
The road stretches on, distant and long
My heels are blistered, soles are scarred,
Ankles are chafed.
At least now, I understand.
I love you, I love you,
That may change with the
38. AbandonedAnd I would die for myself38. Abandoned6 years ago in Typographical More Like This
If no one will do it for
I don't need your help
I don't need your help
Need your help
I know the answer
and it rained lightning.hello grandson;and it rained lightning.6 years ago in Other More Like This
the night hell froze over
i was sitting on the hilltop
hurling lightning across the sky.
it was raining hellfire comets.
they sizzled and rent holes in my skin,
ate through my hands with a pleased serpent hiss.
(i felt nothing)
and i was afraid.
my past glories were damned
to a foreign god's pit, and the blood
of his martyrs
tainted, ruined, despoiled
the sacrifices they once made to me.
there is no place
for old gods, Hades told me
the day before Lucifer ate him.
we used to be something, grandson.
now the mortals pray after another dream.
eyebright, they stare up at hungry clouds
and see floating gates and pearls;
do they remember the gods they used to fear.
we showed them an anger, a glory,
(hate anger jealousy pain rage fury)
that mirrored, too closely, who they were.
They did not want to see, and now
they long instead
for new gods, they fear
Dear Memory,Dear Memory,Dear Memory,7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And glitter ballerinas.
Pop star fame
Mom's stolen lipstick
And secret pink diaries.
Blurry days of firsts:
And three-inch heels.
A year of new
And "Losing It".
Old: Grandma's love letters
New: white lace dress
Borrowed: the big tent in the park
And blue: sapphires.
A beautiful baby.
He has Dad's eyes
And he's gorgeous.