The Death And Despair FeariesThe Death And Despair Fearies13 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
"Ladies and gentlemen, here are the news at six. A sad story, the story of a family torn to shreds. As they
where coming home last night, a drunk driver crashed into them head on. Both front passagers, the parents,
and drunk driver died on impact. Their two daughters, twins aged of 7 years old survived miraculously,
with only a few minor bruises. The children are being taken to an orphanage as we speak. In other news…"
Sister Helen could hardly believe this. She was staring at two little girls, completely identical, except for
their eyes. One of them had blue eyes and the other had burgundy ones.
"Which one is Dee?" she asked softly.
"I am!" said the one with blue eyes cheerfully.
"And I'm Beth." said the other one, smiling.
-They should be crying- thought Sister Helen. Or at least be looking depressed. "Are you girls alright? Do
you miss your parents?"
"Of course we do. But Beth keeps it from getting too bad." said Dee, smiling. They sat there, holding
hands, swinging their legs.
Germany x daughter readerLooking out the window you hope to see your dad's car pull into the drive way, but it doesn't. The only car in the drive way is that of your aunts.Germany x daughter reader1 year ago in Drama More Like This
You see your dad who is Ludwig Bailschmits has been in war for the past five years. Leaving you with you aunt, you get to talk to him on the phone every once in a while. Besides that you have to write notes to him.
When your dad left for war you were four and now you are nine, and he doesn't know what you look like. Your aunt never lets you send pictures of your self to him. Once you almost got one past her, but she found it. When you asked her what you couldn't she just said, "Because." And left it at that.
"Why can't you come back?" You mumble as you look out the window still.
This whole thing might be better if you had a mom, but she passed away when you were two from cancer. It's like life really didn't want you to have parents.
"(name) time for school." Your aunt calls. With a sigh you pull on a shirt and jeans. Running down the stairs
The Cracks of Their FingersWords couldnt even beginThe Cracks of Their Fingers12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to describe how lonely it gets here
all alone in my head.
My only company
being my occasional
thoughts and insecurities
grabbing at me,
pulling me down
to places lower
than I\'d ever imagined
All my friends,
yes they can be with me
and keep my exterior company.
And they can wipe away
the tears that stream
down my cheek.
And they can hold my hand so tightly,
as if they\'re never ever going to let me go.
I could be surrounded
by thousands of millions of \'friends.\'
It could be one fucking ambush
of people who \'love\' me.
Every single one could pass me around
like some kind of ragdoll,
and each decorate me
with hugs and kisses,
and take turns
holding me tight,
tight in their arms.
And Id still manage to
slip right through
the cracks of their fingers.
In dependant womanIn dependant woman12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In dependant women i find the brink of lost hope
A tilted ice skating rink
With a layer of soft soap.
A broken vase. Poker face. No joker, ace.
The hand shes dealt is knuckles
and a battery of bible belt buckles
She wears the make up so he wont lose face.
Fat slouch, soiled briefs, mouthful of tooth paste.
He's a relic from a past era.
She will never run faster than her mascara.
Scared...waiting for the second R to come
Scarred...no healing, beckon martyrdom.
Far from numb...but palsy ingrained
A flesh of mesh...and everything taken in vein.
Maiden turned maid
Laden with Jade
A once bright son, faded to shade.
Lost first, past second, now life is third nature.
Memory's mummery and mammary's milk
Now nothing but a trifle herd of stray blurs...
Eyes of overdue cataracts
Still life lies in matters of fact.
Her excuses are frail.
Each night she reads her bruises like Braille.
The Suicide FearyThe Suicide Feary13 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was an utterly boring party. Matt couldn't see anybody he knew, and he wasn't one to mingle.
Besides, everyone around him was either drunk or stoned out of their minds. He simply wasn't in
As he plowed through the crowd to leave, his eye caught sight of some bright colour in this dim
room. A quick flash of neon green.
He looked again, but the green was gone. But something else caught his eye. Someone.
She was small. In every way you could say it. She was very thin, short, short hair, small hands.
And yet, no one approached her. She had plenty of room to move, even though everyone else
was crammed together.
She was wearing a black sundress, long black gloves, and a long black scarf. Then, suddenly, he
saw where the green flash had come from. She had the greenest eyes. Green like fields of grass,
like jade, like neon lights in the dead of night. She smiled at him and as she turned around, he
saw that her dress dipped low on her back, exposing a black and green tattoo: two de
Read MeRead Me12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am a book with a shattered
i\'m missing the page with your favourite
you\'ve read me so much you know me by
the scraps and dog-ears have left their
with your name tattooed inside my
i am forever your literary
True LoveI love these cold nights alone;True Love4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By the golden orange fire,
'Neath the forest overgrown.
We talked as stars rose higher,
While gazing at the bright moon;
Far from humanity's sight,
In our own world a boon.
The feeling of you 'gainst me,
A wing draped over my chest;
Your eyes the red of cherry,
Your undying love expressed.
Soon we fall into deep dreams:
A peaceful romantics' sleep -
Emotions are what they seem.
I recall when we first met:
Our souls in purity,
Dawn of a nameless duet;
Friends are an obscurity.
I helped you out of your shell,
Fed you and gave you a home,
I made sure you remained well.
Now your wisdom outshines mine,
Inherited in your blood;
Now your strength begins to shine,
Your wings risen from the bud.
Now your grand body dwarfs me,
You carry me through the skies;
We ride the vast airborne sea.
Your black scales shimmer in light:
Despite your noble kalon,
You must be kept out of sight.
For people fear your talon,
Your unused flame and sharp tooth,
They wonder why I come
BLACK BROKEN SAILSOn a sad, rainy evening when darkness prevailsBLACK BROKEN SAILS12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out on the vast, lonely sea
a ship floats with black broken sails.
Adrift, lost and lonely as her dream slowly fails
a dream of a beacon ahead
that lights up her black broken sails.
The vast sea keeps roaring and the bitter wind wails
the ship is about to capsize
dieing with black broken sails
Then another ship finds her, he calls and she hails
her beacon, her lover, her friend
mending her black broken sails.
Reflected WorldReflected World6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I look out upon your waters,
So smooth, so calm,
That for a time,
I believe them to be solid.
And something stirs in me,
Something I had never felt before,
As if I were falling, and flying,
All at once.
Happiness Ive never felt before,
It glows inside my chest,
And an inner hum throbs out all other thoughts,
I cant help, but to smile.
I look down and see myself looking back at me,
The clouds lazily drifting along,
The trees swaying in the breeze,
And the sun reflected brightly.
All of it so serene, so pure,
I couldnt help myself,
And I dipped my hand in the cool water,
To receive a bitter happiness.
I had disturbed the very water which I loved,
But I felt an awing sensation in my palm,
Almost like I had put it through a portal,
It felt like it was part of the water.
I felt a longing, so powerful,
That I could not resist if I had wanted,
I yearned to explore this other realm,
So I swiftly laid my canoe onto the still plane.
VerbaphobiaVerbaphobia12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words hurt more.
Soft words, like goodbye, girlfriend and I love you can seem sweet but are really only out to get you all riled up. They're delayed action pain.
Twisted words like cunt, whore and sell-out cork their way into your heart and never let go, squeezing you tighter every time you try to speak something else.
Smart words like intellect, philosophy and university only make you feel stupid.
I hate you, god, why can't you be more like your sister, your boyfriend's a dick, have you ever considered plastic surgery, move your fat ass, try for once, practice more, fag, idiot, you did it wrong, you are wrong, you're not going out like that are you, freak, loser, I can't believe how thick you are, liar, incompetent, no good bitch, worthless, kitch piece of shit, unwanted mistake, whisper whisper behind your back, we're all against you, anorexic, trailer-trash, fashio
No WordsWhy is it that I'm a writerNo Words5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But whenever I find something
Worth a good song
Or a golden poem
There's no inspiration?
I know that you deserve my love
You're worth so much more
Than I can give you
But that's never stopped me before
From trying to repay it.
Why can't I be inspired by you?
Why can't I seem to express this
But I can earn compliments
From pain; acid rain in my words?
I've lost sleep
Over how amazing this all is
And how I should be on my knees
Thanking the Lord
For what you've given me
And I think I may have the answer -
This world is going too fast
It's filled with noise
Commotion, too much to handle
But it's just the way we are.
So I know myself well enough
To know I never take a break
But in you presence
I'm so in awe
I have no words
Hope is like...Hope is like a bright sunrise,Hope is like...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bringing light to day.
Hope is like the rain,
Washing the doubt away.
Hope is like a warm embrace,
Bringing love to the receiver.
Hope is like the Spring,
Bright colors and happy flowers.
Hope is like music,
Putting soft melodies in the soul.
Hope is like a Thanksgiving Dinner,
Making the body full.
Hope is like the Spirit of God,
Whispering words of comfort.
Hope is like the love of Christ,
Warming the body and heart.
EenyEeny4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: I don't own all of...this.
This is from Ruffnut's POV. I am not bashing characters, I am trying to stay in character from someone else's perspective. So here is How to Be Psychotic While Someone Else Trains a Dragon.
Explosions rocked the ground, homes crumpled under abrasive flames and people screamed into the night. Weapons flashed through the air, battling teeth and claws and hunger. The blazes ravaging their village blotted out the stars.
This was Asgard for Ruffnut.
She danced around a rolling Viking covered in Terrors, dove to avoid a comet of wild fire, and sprinted towards
Ad AstraAd AstraAd Astra6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is what saves us.
There is what takes us.
We are saved when the cab
Drivers rush to see
his soccer match gets us
to the airport early.
We are taken when the cab
Drivers rush to see
his soccer match gets us
to the airport early.
We are taken because the surgeon
Wants to bump Tasharas
knee surgery up two weeks.
We are saved because the surgeon
Wants to bump Tasharas
knee surgery up two weeks.
We are saved when
There are two seats
left on the 7:12 commuter
flight to Dallas/Fort Worth.
We are saved,
Even though Henrys boys are ill,
because grandma will take the kids
for the next three days.
There arent any reservations
Under the name Rajiv Dixit
booked for this flight.
The traffic is terrible; it takes
Forever to find a parking space
in this damn garage.
There are two seats
Left on the 7:12 commuter
flight to Dallas/Fort Worth.
The shuttle to the airport is late
Arriving. The shuttle to the airport
is right on time. I ache
To see you again
Visions of Times PastI walk a dusty trailVisions of Times Past4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once used by thousands.
The trail, fun and simple,
Was covered in ice.
I walk healthy and whole.
Other's died on their way.
As I walk a groomed path
I see them pulling carts through wild fields.
As I hike around the river
I see families pushing through dodging ice.
I am handed my meal
As I observe flour being rationed.
I sit around a huge fire,
And watch children huddle for warmth.
I try to sleep, but the wind
Carries the cries of years lost.
Morning brings no relief
As families wake to find loved ones gone.
No pen nor tongue can tell the sorrow.
Not-so-Obvious DenotationMy mother was a rodentNot-so-Obvious Denotation7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So my sister smelt of cheese
I passed a warm gorilla
With a beard grown past his knees.
I broke a lovely vase
Made of pepperoni meats
I usurped the thrones of many
Who had never placed in seats.
I have crossed a bridge of antelope
Rode horseback over seas.
Squeezed grapes at your eyeballs
To be called a lovely tease!
I have often been confusing
Neer have I been considered sane
Ive run scantly-clad in public
And danced barefoot in the rain
I have spoken words unheard of
Yet Ive never eaten crab
I have burned my hands on snow
Set forth to grasp the spiel of gab!
I have baked the mighty pheasant
Till its ham had come to roast
And for some forgotten reason
Cant stop contemplating toast
Keep On GoingI don't know who I am right nowKeep On Going4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will I find out someday?
It seems like all I do is fail
I'll let God lead the way
If only I knew how to escape
This dark and dreary place
I have been here for far too long
It's a trial I must face
I wish I had the courage to
Unlock this cage of steel
It protects me from further pain
But a caged heart can't heal
Though I don't know what lies ahead
I need to stand up tall
Or else I will just stay the same
So hurt, so scared, so small
I really need to move forward
It's time to dry my tears
And I want to become stronger
It's time to face my fears
I know the Lord will help me through
Although the light is dim
I know that He is always there
I need to trust in Him
Sometimes it's hard to keep going
But someday I'll succeed
If I try and never give up
My faith is all I need
I've got to keep on going
I just got to believe
I've got to keep on going
As long as I still breathe
Someday I will find myself
Someday I will know
Who I'm supposed to be
And then I'll start to
BrothersSomeday our lives will be betterBrothers7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet the friendship still remains
New friends will come and some will just go
But our special moments will be forever
Fights will not easily avoid our way
Bruises and wounds will make our hearts stronger
Scars will remain to teach us some lessons
But the wounds that you had will also be the wounds that I got
For this man will not leave you
For I only know forever
I am not perfect but I'll always try to be
I'll stand with you until we both break down
Storms will make us weak but it will make our bond stronger
Bad times will be forgotten but the moments we've shared
Will always be remembered
Forever it will be...
Someday goodbye will be our last words
But it will only be in our minds
The laughter that we've shared will never leave
It will always put a smile on my face
Happy will we be...
The days we've had fun and the times we'll never forget
The crying that made our hearts soft
And the bond that made us one
ToxinIm intoxicated by youToxin6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Breathing in and breathing out
Your scent ensnares my senses
Till I cant function without
Im not myself when youre gone
I need you to feel the norm
Because now that Ive had you
Theres no rehab or reform
Youre my vice; my only weakness
I need you to feel alive
Without the feel of you
Im not sure I could survive
Youre my favorite toxin out there
Youre the greatest high Ive found
The world only has color
When your arms are wrapped around
You make me feel like flying
Your love is my affliction
Darling, I must tell you
You are my sole addiction.
Darling DaughterDarling Daughter3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I often wonder what she would've looked like
I know it was gonna be a girl
I've always wanted two girls and one boy
The boy being the youngest
Perhaps I'm being foolish
Dreaming about the future
But you already made this future happen
We made this future happen
You and me
She would have your eyes
Your magnificent green eyes
And strawberry blond hair
Her dimples would be faint
And her smile would be perfect
She would've been tall
Not too tall, but not too short either
Reading would've been her favourite hobby
She would've loved everything we love
She would've been just like us
There would've only been one difference
Our daughter would've had friends
Her open and friendly personality would've been cherished
Not just by us
But by everyone
Everyone would've loved our little girl
She would've loved everyone
She would never have a reason to feel sad
She would always be happy
Happy because we loved her
She was so excited to meet us
And I her
She would've been so beautiful
Please let meLet me be the one to hold youPlease let me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And make everything alright
Let me take away your worries
Till they all are out of sight.
Let me wipe away the teardrops
As they come rolling down your face
Let me be the one your turn to
Even when you need some space.
Let me be the one to love you
When you feel you cant go on
Let me be the one thats with you
When you are so sad that shes gone.
Let me bring a ray of sunshine
When your days are filled with rain
Let me bring some comfort to you
When youre feeling so much pain.
Let me be the one you lean on
When you feel like you are weak
Let me fill the void inside you
And give the loving that you seek.
The PsychiatristThe Psychiatrist6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So, Im sure youve heard just about anything and everything, but this is still hard for me to talk about. Its something really personal, and I dont think my family or any of my friends will understand. Thats why I decided to talk with you.
A twenty-something year old guy lays reclined on a stereotypical plush leather sofa while the smartly-dressed psychiatrist sits across from him with a pad to scribble notes on.
Holding something in like that for long periods of time can be emotionally unhealthy, so it was a good idea to schedule this appointment with me. So what exactly are we talking about here?
Well, I have thisobsession? The patient sighed, then paused awkwardly.
Please. Tell me more about thisobsession. No matter what you say it will be better for you to get it off your chest now.
Well, yeah. Okay. The patient takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. Doc, I t
Read this poem very slowRead this poem very slow8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I just want to go home... to Jesus
And when I see Him
I'm gonna hug Him for ten thousand years
And when that sweet embrace is over
I'm going to talk with Him
Till time slowly disappears.
He is going to whisper in my ear
"I was with you every moment...
I kissed your cheek with the sunrise everyday,
And with a blanket of stars,
I covered your eyes at twilight
And through the valley I led you all the way...
And the things I taught you weren't for my sake,
because all things are given to the Lamb,
I just want to let you know that I love you
and that I knew your name,
before time ere began."
And so I'll listen to His stories,
of things that I cannot now conceive,
ever revealing endless glories,
of things,only the brave
Old Spice BowieLook at your man, now back to Bowie. Now back at your man, now back to Bowie. Sadly, he isn't Bowie, and if he puts on tight pants and dances with puppets, he still won't be. Look down, look back up, where are you Major Tom? Floating in your tin can, far above the world. What's in your capsule? Back at Bowie, it's a helmet that looks like a mullet that tastes like protein pills. Look again, the mullet is now diamond dogs. Anything is possible when you contact juggle and sing. He's got the baby.Old Spice Bowie5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This