Just To Make You HappyWould it make you happy if I died?Just To Make You Happy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would it make you happy if I kissed the world goodbye?
You seem to hate my simple triumphs.
You scream to me about insignificant truths.
I can see I'm not good enough for you.
I can see you need more than me.
But I have to try.
Would you be happy if I died?
Would you be happy if I kissed the world goodbye?
Maybe I'm not worth life,
But when you make me feel like I deserve death
just to make you happy,
I half worry I will help you in that very way.
RealizationI am a ghost.Realization3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fading in, fading out of lives
This wind is bitter and unforgiving
Like a shark.
I simply float
Like a crisp autumn leaf.
I soar along.
Yes, you fear me.
I would know.
Why shouldn't you? I'm cold; I'm dead.
But I'm not a menace!
A monster, yes
But not a menace.
You can trust me! I promise!
What could I possibly do to you?
I won't hurt you.
I can't hurt you.
I can't even touch you;
I can't feel your skin.
I can't feel anyone's skin.
I'm dead; I'm cold
No warm flesh, no hugs and kisses
I can't feel those.
I can't feel.
I'm cold; I'm dead now.
No more holding hands, no more brushing faces
Fiery heat from across the living room
Is inviting in this terrible weather.
But this room is a ravine
And this is only a dream.
Well, not only a dream;
Rather, completely and entirely
Within a reality of absurd proportions.
And yet, and yet, and yet,
It is still reality.
And that, that nightmare, I can feel.
I'm Finetwo wordsI'm Fine5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and everyone is reassured
do they know
to do is
S C R E A M.
Want SCREAM. Listen... Not Im Fine.
BeachI see only blueBeach3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In light and dark, as restless
Ocean meets still sky.
Our Greatest Kept SecretOur Greatest Kept Secret3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Professor snape" A fimlar voice said as Severus entered his classroom. This was odd how did anyone get into his class room before class time? He turned to the otherside of the door and saw his love of his life
"Lily!?" This was a shock to him he hadn't seen Her in over nine months When they had a lttle affair. She had a small bundle in her arms and she looked sickly, he ran to her ,and help her to his office. She sat cradleing the bundle it was clear that it was a child she held.
"She's pretty isn't she?" She said weakly and pulling off the cover off the baby's face she looked like lily but not like james.
"Jame's she's cute." he said jelously "But Lily you look like you should be in the infirmary. What happen to you." Snape now sounded serious.
"No not James'. Yours Severus, she's yours." Severus as stuned at this they only had one affair and it produce this child! He head his head think about what would james would do to him if he found out.
"Does he know?"
Dramione - Consequences Ch1~~~~~~~~~*THIS GOES ON AROUND THE 5TH/6TH YEAR IN HOGWARTS KTHXBYE*~~~~~~~~~Dramione - Consequences Ch14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hermione walked down the dark halls that led to the Gryffindor common room frowning, due to the fact that she had been kicked out of the library. Can you believe that? What an outrage! Well, it was reasonable though, she was there since shortly after breakfast, trying to find out how to do her Defense Against the Dark Arts paper. She had only gone halfway through. Surely Ron and Harry would say what she wrote was enough, since she had reached the minimal amount of pages, but if she wanted to keep up her reputation as the best in class, she would need to trespass that amount and do at least the double.
Goodness, these corridors are so dark at night, they need more torches or something. Pulling out her wand, Hermione whispered, "Lumos." Making her wand shine at the tip.
Lives Fur SaleWhy were we brought to this evil lair?Lives Fur Sale4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Where the smell of death hangs in the air?
Where all our lives will surely end,
-the act of murder for a fashion trend.
A deep, low growl builds in my chest,
I can't save my siblings; but I'll try my best.
I can sense the fear they try to hide,
We huddle close, side by side.
The barred door opens; I jump to my feet.
If we weren't locked in a cage, I'd call out "Retreat".
But there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to go,
My hackles raise, I let my fangs show.
A hand enters and grabs the closest to the door.
It yanks her upwards till she can't touch the floor.
With a strangled whine she is whipped out of sight,
Her eyes were frozen, wide in fright.
A snarl rips up my throat in an angry shriek.
It grows louder and louder till I reach my peak.
The barred door is slammed in my face,
My growling stops, I stumble back a pace.
Silence is followed by the sneering of others,
I slowly limp back to my sisters and brothers.
Their fur is standing up on end,
JabberwockyJabberwocky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The leather seating of the train was probably enchanted into being so comfortable during the long ride to school. Flint was sure of that fact, as he read through one of his books while waiting for the train to actually start and get going. People were so freaking slow, it was annoying to have to wait for them to get their shit and get it together. Stupid first years.
Granted, he had been early, wanting to get a good spot on the train, but still, that should have not meant anything. With an annoyed groan he shifted, closing his eyes, putting his feet up on the seat before leaning back into an even more comfortable position. He was in the last car, and it wasn't likely that he'd have to share with anyone...
The door opening ruined all of his hope, and he opened his eyes, ready to tell the bugger off. He never did, eyes locking into the others, while Wood blinked in surprise. The Gryffindor looked ready to turn back and leave, but was stalled when Flint rolled his eyes and called out from
my marionettemy marionette3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not that bad
I just know how to manipulate
to replace your opinions
I can change the way you feel
just with smiling
or with crying.
I'm not that bad you think I am
I'm just playing and having fun
I love how you react
Your words don't mean a thing
All the same, equal, who cares?
Your thoughts don't belong here
I mean, does anyone wanna know how you feel?
That creepy-little-thing over there?
Well I don't think so
but you'll care about my mind
because I caught you
in your head.
That's why you can't resist anymore
No, I'm not that bad
I just know how to manipulate
and your feelings, dear.
Queen Of SorrowShe is so beauty and full of mystery,Queen Of Sorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice, in my head says that I am not alone,
her caress is an icy touch on my destiny.
She walks with me in this night,
I can feel her glare up to me,
her love is pain to my heart.
She is behind me when I am alone,
her embrace is so cold and hushed,
her kiss is like the wind so cold.
Queen of sorrow, wake me,
from this nightmare called life.
Hold my hand along this cold night
and kill me with your kiss full of death.
Embrace me and hold me in your arms,
like the dark embraces the light.
Tell me that I am not alone,
tell me that this is the end.
JourneyThe everlasting journey along theJourney4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ocean tide, the dreams of sand between
my feet with nothing near my side.
The sun slowly sets, waiting for
the day to end, and the only
thing speaking is the loudest sound;
Jack the Pumpkin KingJack the Pumpkin King3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Jack the Pumpkin King
Was such a wonderful thing
He was as good as anyone could be
Yet he still had something that needed to be
He felt empty and alone
Like all he had done had come to nothing
So he left his home in search of something
And what he found was truly amazing
Something so odd and strange that he could not believe
He spent the whole day there, late into the evening, not wanting to leave
Such extraordinary things he had seen
They filled him up with wonder and glory from what he'd seen
And so he went back, to show them what he had found
Everyone thought his head was in a cloud
Once he told then, every one
They all got together to create a Christmas as much as they could
So they went to work, to create a Christmas no one would forget
While they sent some to get the great Santa Clause
It was all meant to be fun and games
But the Oogie Boogie had his own games
Everything was going as planned
They were going to reach the day, they could do it without end
Without youAll I needed was you to talk to me. But you couldn't do that. Everyday without you was painful, yet seeing you was painful. When you talk to me, I smiled because I know it won't last long. I think it's getting better, I'm smiling, cause I know you still care.Without you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am eight years old.I am eight years old.I am eight years old.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My lips are perfectly pink. They don't need to look glossy or tinted redder. My cheeks don't need this, either. My eyes stand out well enough on their own without being lined with black paint. The mascara weighs on my lashes and makes me tired and itchy. This shit on my eyelids shouldn't be there, either.
That was a bad word. I am afraid to say bad words, but I've got a few in my head. My friend told me that the word "bitch" means "female dog," but I think she's wrong. I don't think I've ever heard it used in this context. Actually, I think it's a word for people like you. I say this to you with my eyes. You threaten me because you hear me loud and clear.
Every other weekend, I have to sit here and endure as you put this shit on my face. But that's not why you're a bitch. That's why you're an idiot. What makes you a bitch is the fact that you expect me to be silent and still every time your hand slips and the curling iron burns the top of my ear, or you
Blue.Blue.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We share the blueberries Mama left for us, the juice staining our fingers and our lips. We eat them with the solidarity that figure skating partners would give their perfect souls for, and in the ecstasy of our union stained with blues and purples like the hues of the skies just before sunset, we are content. It is 1984 and we are barely able to comprehend anything but each other.
"You need friends," Mama whispers with her venom-like breath and her love belied by her lack of understanding. She does not understand. We have friends. We are friends. The simple harmony and the symmetry that breaks only with the soft marring of birthmarks on my inner thighs is more than enough for us. We do not need "others".
The first "other" Jezzie and I turn away is a cousin, a frail, blonde little thing with eyes as dark as a the juice on our hands. With her dark little eyes she watches us as we sit alone on the window bench, wrapped up in the tissue paper world of the peach blossoms outside the
Animal CrueltyHow can you eat them,Animal Cruelty6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
knowing that their last breath unwillingly,
went to serve your hunger?
The last thing they saw was
a knife attacking their throught,
and all of their blood painting the ground.
How do you feel knowing
that they never felt loved?
They were locked up in a cage,
and they never saw the outside.
You take this life for granted,
you dont know how they suffer,
and if you did,
you wouldnt care.
You only care about yourself.
Your selfish self.
TattoosRead my body like an open book before you -Tattoos8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You call them tattoos; I call them my soul.
I cut my life's story into my skin so I'd never forget,
Then I covered up with cloth in shame.
Now I'm naked before your cold, unyielding eyes;
I shiver and wonder if you understand -
I'm an allegory, not a man.
I never told but now you know -
Tattoos and scars – this is my soul.
Stomach AcidThe worst part is when you can still taste itStomach Acid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And those days when You start to clot in my blood again and
Even bile would taste sweeter
And those spaces in between my teeth where the unsaid words stalk
Like silent vandals waiting to burn straight through my gums
Until my teeth don't quite fall out and i still
Have to talk to You
And those days when i gag at my own reflection
Because if You're not in the sink in front of me
You're trickling down my esophagus to make a home of
That sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach
And those sulfur memories that scorch my nose until
The tears spring out again and
i can feel myself suffocating on the fist in my mouth
i wish it tasted sweeter
i wish we tasted sweet like i remember when i remember what we
(never really) had but would like to have been able to remember
Because You're definitely not going anywhere, are You?
No way i can purge You outta me now becaus
Words and Empty SpacesWords and empty spacesWords and Empty Spaces4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In desperation wrought
Messengers too feeble for
The heaviness of thought.
This Fruit Called LoveI understand we didn't make itThis Fruit Called Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We fell apart along the way
At first, I couldn't take it
Then there was nothing I could say
Only now, the tables have turned
Our past is a dream forgotten
My heart's flame has always burned
This fruit called love shall not be rotten
So this is what I have realized
Our union was always a work of fate
'Tis a test where we'll be penalized
The condition is, it's never too late
HaloHalo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My shield of light
My defender from darkness
My ring of hope
My protector from evil
It hangs over my head
Beaming, shining, gleaming
It grants us great power
Over the others
We are unseen and unheard
We protect humanity
We are the invisible bodyguards
You hear our stories but we become a myth, a legend
In the darkest times you pray to us
To help you, to save you
We protect you always
Whether you pray or not
The darkness comes for you
You never feel its cold touch
As we will always protect you
For we are your guardians of the light
All our power, all our strength
Comes from your hope, your prayers
We hide it from the hands of evil
The source of our vibrant energy
The symbol for our race
When we cloak you with our wings
The darkness is repelled
By the greatness of our halo
The Murderer Called SpiteI know who you are,The Murderer Called Spite3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see that glare
That look in your eyes,
Says you really don't care.
Another victim is all you need
To hurt and humiliate is your goal
One more stab to make me bleed
You're satisfied, you've played your role.
It's just a bruise, no need to apologize,
What was that? Of course! You never say sorry,
Forgive me for the hatred in my eyes
I'll be a good girl, correct every folly.
Only a fool would anger you,
A fool I have proved to be,
Challenging a train racing towards you
is like facing an invincible enemy.