EucalyptusEucalyptus9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her skirts are so thick
if you spun her upside down
she would open up like a rose-
violent yellow pumps
and bubble ankles on
lanky blue legs, waving like stamen in the rain.
she's pollinating all over the room
a good thing to ask would be
why have I waited so long.
Do you remember burning me around your neck? I singed your hair, but didn't say anything.
It just curled from my fingers.
I sit far away now-
wrapped around my new love like a cat,
telling ghost stories and missing your shoulders,
flicking back and forth against the subway walls.
I got a letter today
a train schedule
another reminder of my
residence in the wings.
why have I waited so long?
I remember the day
you sat in my livingroom
somber, surrounded by fruit,
while I ran back and forth
miserable and sweating, trying to
find something appropriate to wear at the funeral.
you played at his memorial
and I watched
leaning back on the carpet and forgetting
entirely where I was.
Skin Deep.Skin Deep.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I looked into the glass today,
And quickly did I look away.
For what I saw was nothing good,
That shamed the ground on which I stood.
I do not possess attractive looks;
Quite unlike ones in fashion books.
Awkward and strange do I live my life,
Dealing always with this mental strife.
A message repeats within my head,
"Not at all pretty? Better off dead!"
Have ever you heard of the Ugly Duck?
I'll remain in this stage for all my luck.
I will never be seen for what's inside,
So I suppose it's now the time to hide.
To hide myself where they can't see
What shames their eyes to look at me.
I wonder what it is 'they've' got,
That will never tie me with their lot.
They are not 'smart' and don't read books,
But are truly loved for their stunning looks.
And then I wonder, am I loved at all?
Or will I steadily continue to fall?
Will I ever be loved in that special way?
Will I ever have what 'they' have today?
Won't they see who I am for what I can be?
Or will they hate who I am;
BulimiaBulimia11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was always watching her. Every second of every day. I loved her like she was mine.
She ran her finger over her 8mm flesh hole and gazed at his number printed on her hand. She copied the number in to her mobile and walked in to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, her scruffy black hair, black eyes, too much make up, pale skin, chequered mini skirt, black corset, fishnets and big boots, she was your ultimate rebellion. She peeled off her sweaty, gig clothes and turned on the shower. She turned back to the mirror, how she hated herself. She ran her hands down the sides of her slender body and turned to the toilet to puke up the contents of todays meals. She wiped the tears from her eyes and the sick from her mouth when she was done. She forced a smile and muttered to herself 'I have control'. She stepped in to the shower and let the water run down her grubby body. She admired the bruises that were appearing over her body, that's what you get for being hardcore at shows.
A New Spin on Sin - RevisedA New Spin on Sin - Revised9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An insatiable appetite
For wanton moans to fill the night
(the time when you are mine) -
My loss of self-control overwhelms me
(and is tinted with blood and loathing).
And I know
(though I'm blinded),
This is not love
(however confused, at least not for you) -
Lust can be deadly...
A terrible thirst parches my throat
(but it is a small penance)
And I overindulge in your sweet nectar
(even if it may cause addiction) -
My unwitting heart feeds on your attention
(and the pain you force onto me).
And I know
(though I crave the excess),
This is not love
(however many times I binge and purge myself of you) -
Gluttony can be deadly...
You search in the shadows
(through filth and crumbs)
For a lucky, pathetic soul
(that you may feast upon) -
My willing one waits in the foreground
(with longing eyes).
And I know
(though jealousy courses through my veins),
This is not love
(however much I help to ease the disappointment and loss) -
Envy can be deadly...
She Would Have Said YesShe Would Have Said Yes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sirius Black stood with his hands braced on the fridge in his kitchen, he hung his head as low as it would go, gripped the small object in his right hand tightly and sighed.
...This is how James found him a few minutes later...
He tried for a few conversation starters, but something like Id give you a hug buddy, but that would be a little gay, seemed rather jerk-ish at the moment. He settled for giving Sirius a squeeze on the shoulder.
Sirius stiffened and then brushed James away, Thanks Prongs, he managed, but Id like to be left alone right now.
No problem, Ill tell everyone you said thankyou for attending.
Sirius nodded, not trusting his voice.
Sirius Black had not been able to make even the very small speech he had wanted to at the funeral, he counted it as a personal failure on his part... hed had to get Remus to read it for him...
There at last when the marllon-leaves were falling, but spring had not
Prologue - EnvisagePrologue - Envisage10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She shivers silently in the cold of the night. Her long dark purple tinted hair is wet from the snow, and so are her clothes. As she sighs, she sees her breath as she breathes out. She slips her hands into her sleeves to keep from being so cold. How did things get this way?
Sighing sadly, she sits outside upon the snow beneath a naked tree, staring at the exit gates of the little town. How she wished she could leave, but this was her place to be, this was her home. She had never been beyond the town gates.
She didn't know a single thing about the world outside her town. She was an orphan; her place was in an orphanage, nothing more.
She had snuck out of the orphanage that night as the lady of the house had yelled at her that night for speaking when not being told. She hated that place, she hated that lady. She hated it all.
From a far she could hear the sound of laughter, laughter of a devilish nature coming from the bar towards her left. What would be so amusing at this time of the ni
Amber Pools - the whole storyAmber Pools - the whole story11 years ago in Teen More Like This
Prelude: Dream of Me
I'm not sure how I ended up in front of the church, but at the moment it didn't seem to matter. I stood at the foot of the stone steps in a deep blue fitted gown. Blue? What happened to black? Well guessed I must not be there for a funeral... With blue flowers in my hair and a white rose in my hand, I wandered through the large wooden doors, hoping I looked like I belonged. I'm not sure why the sudden impulse to go there, I just knew that I had to.
No one seemed to notice me as I made my way through the church halls. I walked easily, letting my feet guide me as if I had been there many times before. I came to a chapel decorated with pink delicate roses. How nauseating. I slipped into the back pew and placed my rose beside me. Things were making little sense. I looked around me, not recognizing anyone. Why was I in a church at a wedding?
It happens all too often.Their eyes met across the crowded dance floorIt happens all too often.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And he just turned back to his friends laughing
She knew it was about her
How when he'd said those three special words
She'd spoken them back so readily
Only she told the truth.
This Is My BodyThis is my body.This Is My Body8 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It has housed me since I left the comfort of my mother's womb, my skin has protected me as her body protected me while I developed. It has grown with me, alerted me to my sickness, rewarded my good health. It has carried me through the most painful of sensations and the most blissful of pleasures. With every movement I make my body works for me, with me. This body is perfectly created for its purpose; the legs and feet are stronger with every step I take forward, the arms grow to carry more every day with all extra loads impacted on them. My body renews itself when it is injured, the skin and bones healing themselves in an amazing way that no machine ever will.
My body is shaped like nobody else's body; we are all different and no-one in the world has a body exactly like mine. My body has curves and dips and dimples, my stomach, thighs and buttocks are large and round and soft, my hands slightly worn, my skin scarred by the experiences of my life. My body is the
memories - i never hadmemories - i never had11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
memories (i never had)
i can feel the taste of tears
rising in my throat
keep it down
we don't want to wake the neighbors
with our sympathies
our word addictions
for the faceless names
that have snuck from between the dusty pages
grabbed our hands
and led us on a merry dance
through the dark apple tree forests
shadows in the moonlight
no reflections in their empty eyes
i reach out my hand
grasping for yours in the dark
the figure in the chair by the pool
looking out over the sea
but it is only fiction
that holds us apart
and your face is just a suggestion
over the sound of crashing waves
close my eyes
and smell the salt
feel the whisper of your skin
as you pass by
Her innocent demise.There's a subtle hint of perfectionHer innocent demise.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And just a whiff, a jot, a full stop on a page
Everything I've ever dreamt of
In the way she slightly inclines her head to the side
When faced with a moment of confusion.
That smile, though fake and forced,
Is a pretty, yet solitary reminder of the 'her' that I used to know.
I can hardly believe, when I stumble across ancient pictures
Just how much change has occurred.
When jealousy and discrimination have lead
To destroy her heart and soul.
They never think of the consequences
When they're just "having a laugh".
Now she's picture perfect,
flawless, dressed to kill and made up like a magazine front cover.
When I look past the expensive outfits
And the beauty care that cost the world
I just see that helpless little girl
Overwhelmed by the world
Unsure whether popularity is a gift or a curse.
She inhales the poison from another lit cigarette
But I don't know who it's killing more,
Her, or me.
When you've seen mor
IchigoXRukia Chapter2-SuspectsIchigoXRukia: Chapter 2 SuspectsIchigoXRukia Chapter2-Suspects7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ichigo slashed through the hollows head, and the hollow dissolved. Rukias cell phone ringed. She answered it and read the message. An order. She said. She turned to leave when Ichigo called out to her.
Hey! Where are you going?
Sorry Ichigo, I have to go back to the Soul Society. Youll be okay right?
Yeah I guess but-.
She didnt wait for the rest of his answer. She used her zanpaktou to open a portal. After that she was gone. Leaving the spiky orange haired Soul Reaper by himself.
That was strange, I wonder why she had to go back to Soul Society, or whatever its called, by herself. Oh well. Looks like my jobs done here. He started walking back to Uraharas shop.
*Back at Soul Society*
Rukia, returning from the Real World on orders, sir. Rukia said. She was talking to the Captain Commander. An elderly looking man with a long white beard, and a whit
kinetic lustkinetic lust11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Honest drops of Tuesday night
(what few there were)
drained into electric puddles
of coffee and midnight.
Mournful whistles of
. (and coffee pots)
rang teasingly between the walls,
dancing in their own
of lust and touch.
All that humming in the thick
warmth of 12 o'something
was less than love
but more than just the coffee.
. (Black with one sugar. No milk. No exceptions.)
He was only 1.2 feet away from her
but in the barren wasteland of human wanting
he was a canyon and five full city streets
from touching her
Her polite laugh seemed to resound for centuries
through his high towers
of almost-did's and wanted-to's.
This man was
[sad to be losing the only thing he ever wanted more than his next breath. He lived with every mistake he ever made resting in a black shoebox under his empty bed filled with memories of 'her'. Lost in a constant kinesis of longing, hope, need, desire, regret and desperation. This kinetic sad can not go on for
Hold on my HeartHold on my Heart.Hold on my Heart10 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
that run around inside of my heart
Posted on the chart
that mean so much to me
Wars different now it seams
Jets are loud
As they fly across the darkened sky
Hearts sink down
We all start to cry.
Hold on my heart
Hold on my heart
Now we depart
Now that it is darkened
You are gone
While a bloody war is being fought
with just a song
and a lesson to be taught
And you're never going to come back
Of the attack.
Hold on my heart.
Hold on my heart.
Now we depart
Now that it is over
Laughing while the sun is going away
will be their day.
I will watch
As I'm standing here in the cold.
If only I were them
Little would I know.
Hold on my heart.
Hold on my heart.
Now we depart
Now that I am dying.
CuttingRunning ,Cutting10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hiding in the dark.
hiding her marks.
running for her life.
she drops the knife.
she bleeds to death.
ShatteredShattered10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fairness of your mind,
Describing you in time,
Slit marks are so deep,
Enough for you to drink,
Blank stares into space,
Just like your ribbion and your lace,
That's put up in your hair,
And put up round your arms,
They cover all your scars,
The horrid marks from your past,
You can't remember childhood,
But it's all good to you,
The hurt and the abuse,
That you were suffering through,
No one sees inside,
The disorders in your mind,
Back and forth you go,
And no one seems to notice,
Your drifting far away,
Letting go, wondering astray,
If you let me live to die,
I'll die to live a life,
Do the oppisite of what you're told,
Reversing things to behold,
A life not quite worth living,
But also not quite worth losing.
English Poems 2Drowning in DepressionEnglish Poems 29 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you tell she hides behind a mask?
One covered by giggles, smiles and laughs?
Can you tell she's the girl who always cries,
And makes up for it with all her lies?
She manages to smile,
When her heart screams to cry.
There are even days when she wishes to die.
She's the shy moon, hiding behind clouds
Keeping secrets hidden away.
She feels abandoned like a lost little dog
Wishing someone would just come along
Someone who'd like her, and just take her home,
Giving her love, giving her hope,
And helping her when her back's against the rope.
Maybe someday she'll have lots of fun,
And maybe, just maybe, you'll be the one
Who gets her to really laugh and really smile,
Even if it is for only a short while.
Waiting for her Love
She sits by the pond with a smile on her face,
Waiting for someone who'll make her heart race.
She looks around with a parasol in hand
Trying to find someone she can call her man.
With her eyes as blue as the cheongsam she wore,
EmoEmo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling, feeling so weightless.
So free, falling headfirst into…
I opened my eyes and saw,
Darkness and I fell into its embrace.
Into the nothingness,
The abyss is so quiet.
So peaceful and serene,
Is this death?
I never imagined it like this…
I smiled at the emptiness before me.
I could have sworn it smiled back.
I lay at the cold marbles of emptiness.
I began to dream.
I dreamt of…
Bright light flashed into my vision.
I woke up with a start.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes" I said, as I felt your comforting hand on my shoulder.
This is just a dream after all…
Hello Angel?Hello Angel?11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
"did it hurt?"
D O N T B O T H E R
F A L L I N G
"when you died?"
I Never even thought
A Letter To My FatherA Letter To My Father8 years ago in Letters More Like This
This is your little girl.
I may be grown but I am still your little girl.
I love you and I look up to you.
I wanted to find a man just like you.
There is something I want to tell you.
Wanted to tell you for years.
Scared you would look at me differently.
It is hard to get me in dresses.
Even harder to get me to wear make up.
Remember the time when I was little.
Too young to know better.
I wanted to be like you.
We were outside.
You were cutting the grass.
You got hot so you took your shirt off.
I did too.
Mom yelled at me to put my shirt back on.
I did not understand.
I do now and I still think it was funny.
We are close.
We listen to some of the same music.
We watch some of the same shows.
We like the same comedians.
You did not like the guy I feel in love with.
I did not know then why you never tried to like him.
I thought you thought he was white trash.
I know I am your little girl and that is reason enough.
No guy will ever be good enough for me.
I still do not understa
When Never Could Never BeWhen Never Could Never Be10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What worlds collided?
What dreams have never been seen?
Who's madness did you prey upon?
Meet the level of my gaze,
Couldn't you just for once
speak the truth?
Locked in this box,
Trapt underneath this diaster
I have no form of a home to give
No heart, no soul
I've been the walking dead
They've been whispering your name
Holding on for dear life,
for this ride
just once in a lifetime could you
Been sleeping for so long, the cold gaze
Has been mine, left potraying these thoughts
The pain I've spared,
The chance I've taken
Knowingly walking this road
Once and back again
It all could have been
Such stories to tell,
Your awaiting fans
They've been screaming for you
Over and over, like the darkness plaguing yo
My Little OCDTurn left twice,My Little OCD10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Right once to lock it.
Don't step on a crack
Or you'll break mom's back.
Remember: Go down the road,
Not across it.
Seperate into colors,
and eat by numbers.
Between each hour,
Wash until you bleed.
Keep every paper,
ticker and banana peel.
Don't let me go to far,
I have to go back and check again.
Don't worry about me,
It's just my own little OCD.
Crushed By A CrushYou ever wanted someone so badCrushed By A Crush10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you were willing to sell your soul to have them
To give them your all
For them to be your last and your everything
But you only find out that they dont return your feelings
They give you the cold shoulder
And when you look at them with one of your closet friends
You see them having fun
Laughing and you cant get the fact that they are talking about you
Out of your head
You feel your body squirm
At the thought of being alone
And at the thought that all you put in
All you tried to do was a complete waste of your time
You go home and you cry out your heart
To a few pages in a book
Hoping someone would show you pity
Someone would actually care for you
But when they do you could care less
Because your stuck on that hurt
Your stuck on all the pain
Your frustrated that you cant get
The weight of your own crush off of you
And so in your mind and in your heart you die
And your friends no longer want to be around you
Because your a sack of nothin
A pile of pity
Of An End to Sticks and StonesOf An End to Sticks and Stones9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of an End to Sticks and Stones
Broken wings no longer
fan the flame, so fragile.
Tender kisses caress
your scars no more.
Troubled eyes now closed,
their pain forever silenced;
a soul at peace.
Feel the quiet of bondage
released; a quirky smile;
head just askew.
Playful eyes to wipe the tears away
freedom has been found.
Weightless, to start again;
prices paid and lessons learned-
cycles begin once more.
May I have the next dance?
S. Nycole Bridle 4/1/2006