Streets of gold chpt.5Streets of gold chpt.53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
I was still laying on my bed sobbing, holding my right arm as tight as I could so the bleeding would stop.
My face was stained with tears and the usual black eyeliner I wear was running down as well. I felt horrible. Tattered. Torn. Smashed.
My head pounded as I sat up, still clutching my upper right arm. I looked over at the mirror across my room, seeing the fist-sized bruise that now made up my entire left cheek. I then looked down under my hand, on my arm. The same, deep, long wound was dragged into my skin. Just enough I could faintly see the muscle of my bicep. I hate my life. So fucking much. Why didn't he just get it over with and kill me? No. Instead, he makes me suffer. That stupid lying bitch makes me suffer like... Like... Like a kicked kitten.
Actually, I was kicked. Not a kitten, but I was kicked. My right side actually was pulsing and cringing itself with pain, along my ribcage. How did I not
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 27~~~3 days later~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 274 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D jolted up in bed. "Unh!?" He looked around and held himself. A bad dream. "...Lucinda?" The singer looked around the room and over to the crib, seeing his child sleeping soundly. "Aww..." He looked at the time on the alarm clock.
"Wot da?! Free A.M.?!" 2D jumped out of his bed, tripping a bit.
"Agh!" He caught himself and went to the door, going up the stairwell to the carpark. "..." His gaze fell on the Winnebago.
He was determined to get there. Quietly, the singer sneaked that way. "Hngh..."
Once he got to the door, he knocked quietly, hoping Murdoc wasn't too asleep. 2D waited patiently, humming a song to himself.
"Murdoc?" Another knock and the door suddenly opened. "Oh!" He gasped in surprise. "Muds..."
The bassist looked down at 2D from the doorway. "Wot d'ya need luv?" The singer looked down and then back up at Murdoc. "C-Could I come in?"
Without waiting, &
I thirst for flamesMy dreamsI thirst for flames5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer quench my thirst.
Of my mind slowly tear away.
I long for you,
What's more, I long to feel alive.
No longer keep me sane.
So very pointless.
I love you, but you don't know me.
Do I even know you?
Are my life-force
My candle in this obsidian night,
Yet they are not enough.
I long to blaze!
I long to feel liquid fire
Scorch the parched riverbeds of my body.
I long for passion!
To awaken my soul,
To bring life into these lifeless limp limbs.
I long to be a hellish inferno of emotions,
Feelings burning away this dead husk
To reveal that which hides underneath.
I long for Pain!
That the pain of love would consume me,
For that alone gives my life any meaning.
Give me grief, however short-lived.
Let me quench my thirst
With your sweet lips.
SexualityWhy is it that it's okay for a man and a woman a boy and a girl to kiss in public, or two women to lock lips onstage, where if it were two men, it just wouldn't be accepted? Don't say it's not true, because it is. It's okay for Madonna and Britney or Madonna and Christina or Kylie and Ana Matronic to kiss onstage, but when Adam Lambert kisses his guitarist, it's unacceptable. It's an abomination. "What if our children saw that?" "Oh, we're so sorry, overly-concerned extreme Christian American. We'll fine the network and scold Mr Lambert, even if it was after the watershed. Meanwhile, treat your undoubtedly emotionally scarred children to a game of Call Of Duty or Grand Theft Auto. We'll make sure all of our guests suppress themselves from now on."Sexuality4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's pathetic. Let people express themselves. You need to let your children to grow up to be tolerant and strong, not
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 222D stretched himself a little and groaned as he felt his neck hurt. He had been tired of this entire photo taking and posing for today. The clothes he was wearing was killing him too. The outfit he was wearing was a black tight jacket and black jeans. He also had a black tie and a black hat. The girls had almost the same out fir but had skirts and diadems instead. They did some sort of fashion collection of some sort of office clothing. 2D and the girls had to get ready for the next shot so they were just in the middle of getting their makeup put on and get their hair styled. 2D didn't wanted so much of it and got the chance to sneak away to get some water before he would pose for the collection. Just as everything were about to get settled Amelie came running in high speed yelling in French. Everyone around the place got confused and looked at each other. 2D only raised an eyebrow since he didn't understand a word of what she said. Amelie ran up to 2D and put her papers on the table iMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 223 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 17The band kept going. They went from place to place and it took around a month or more. It was a long tour. The band had already been on their places and played their music and concert.It had been long weeks with fans who yelled out their names and lots of fame without any rest. The sad thing was that the band had seemed to forgotten about what happened a week earlier. Murdoc and 2D didn't fight or speak to each other at all. They stayed quiet and did their "work" instead. They only focused on the music and the concert. Noodle and Russel didn't bother at all. They just felt glad that the two guys finally stopped fighting for a while. Sure 2D and Murdoc fought a little but that didn't turned out much worse at all. And without knowing it the tour was over and the band could finally go home to Kong studios again. The bassist sat in the driver's seat and stared at the road with half opened eyes. He had waited so long to finally get home again. It was early in the morning as usual when theyMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 173 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What Have We Learned?Gaspard thought it was strange that when he'd called up to Xavier to tell him he was making dinner the younger man just yelled curtly back down to him. Usually his friend would come down, curious to see what Gaspard was making and willing to help.What Have We Learned?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He figured the other musician must've been taking a nap or something, perhaps he wasn't feeling well. However this theory became less and less likely as he heard thuds and strange footfalls coming from the second floor as he tried to wait for the water to boil. His curiosity finally getting the better of him, Gaspard lowered the heat and went upstairs to see what his friend was doing.
He wasn't expecting what he found.
"Xavier, what are you doing up here?" He pushed the door to Xavier's room open to see the shorter man standing shakily with his back to him. His shoulders were rigid and his arms were out slightly, he was trying his damnest to maintain balance. Slowly, the brunette turned to him, head moving before feet, one foot going achingly
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 18~~~~~December 24, ( 8 weeks and 2 days later)~~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D wandered around the halls of Kong, entering the lobby, singing out 'Deck the Halls' into the empty room. " 's da season to be jolly!" Looking around the decorations lining the walls, he felt happy that Murdoc gave in to celebrating Christmas. He usually did though, as long as there were lots of presents, which there were. 2D happily did most of the shopping online, buying Murdoc some new shirts that he'd like as well as a nice pair of cuban heels, since his others were faded out. His gifts to Noodle consisted of Japanese candy, Powerpuff Girls night gown, and a Pikachu plushie. Russel shopped for himself, so he didn't need to get anything for him. While the singer was pondering his gift decisions, he hadn't notice Murdoc right in front of him and nearly bumped into him, hadn't it been for Murdoc putting a hand on his shoulder first. "Wo-Oh! 'ey M
boys dont cryever since I was 5 years oldboys dont cry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ive heard a saying that goes
boys dont cry
its a lie
because I still cry
some nights when I feel so alone
and I just dont know what to do
because it seems like the whole
world is against me
and everything begins to cave in
and then expands again
five times as strong
everybody asks me whats wrong
but they dont really care
they would rather just sit there and stare
and have something to talk about
they think theyve got me figured out
they keep running their mouths
nothing in fact
got it all criss crossed
Im not backing out
Im being the bigger man and walking away
Because its not worth my time
Thats what I tell myself until it over flows
And the tears
Roll out of my eyes
And I try to stop
Because boys dont cry
Ink Stains.Ink Stains.Ink Stains.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The ink stained your hands, coated your fingers. As you wrote you smiled, and I watched you peacefully. Sunlight filtered in through the window behind you, coming down through the leafy branches of a large tree that stood watch outside. It sparkled and gleamed in your hair, so beautiful. Were you warm, were you as comfortable as I was?
When you looked up at me your eyes were oh so pretty. Green and silver; I will not forget them. And you smiled. You had a lovely smile. Some times, it made me want to cry. But you looked happy then. Were you happy?
I just watched as you wrote that letter. A long letter to say that you were leaving, and maybe you wouldn't come back. Not this time. Not for a long time. You tried not to cry, and I had to look away when the tears began. I couldn't see you like that. You were so small, so thin. It really would have been too much I guess I should have known then. I wish I had seen it But you were okay then, you smiled and laughed. You sa
autoflowerreorganize the bodyautoflower2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my artillery is a hall full of dancers
because to avoid death the ocean divides itself
and divides itself
until she's a shadow full of rooms
or eventually even the acid and the earthquake
But we've imagined this backwards.
the elephant's battered radiation talks all prophets from the building
Upon the stockpile mouths flood dry
and so many cardinals
of that hollow universe
And so what, auction the wind
After, no one will be left to speak
and I laugh because the same parts divide us
For the machine:
I hang these plane crashes from your clotheslines
.the reaper plays.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
solitaire when he's got
some time to kill
but when your time's
up it's back to work, cos
he's gotta make a living
like the rest of us
negative spacethere are bruises on my skinnegative space6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like fairy dust, (i wish i could
it’s late and
night creatures are crawling between
anticipated gestures. my hands are
shaking but I am not scared. I am
an earthquake dressed in moonlight, I
am a natural disaster, I am an
is static and I can’t decipher my own
thoughts, he is
in my throat, crackling like a fire.
every word crumbles before it stands tall. he
is the future come back
IgnoredI never noticedIgnored4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This mutual feeling
Of unrealized hatred
As you start ignoring me
More and more
I can't deal with this
You're supposed to be there
For me when I need it
Yet, you shove me aside
Like I'm not here anymore
Like i've let you down
Now you ignore me
I can't stand it
I'm heading closer and closer
I can't control it anymore
This overwhelming depression
Thanks, for not being there
When i needed you the most...
Lessons for TodayToday in math class, they would be learning how to factor quadratic equations. Miss Gracie, called Mrs. G by her students, knew this because she had the lesson planned out meticulously across three-and-a-half sheets of college-ruled notebook paper, which sat neatly in a folder before her. She knew because, like with all her lessons, she had recited it in front of her dressing mirror last night, right before bed.Lessons for Today7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She glanced at the clock. Ten minutes left until class. Its tick, tick, tick was the only sound in the room.
She looked around the room. Nothing but the equation charts that she covered with long sheets of colored paper during tests (always to the dismay of the students) and Tu fui, ego eris. Latin. What you are, I was; what I am, you will be. She stared at it. She had written it out on a sheet of white cardstock and stuck it to the wall with blue tape on her first day. It seemed like a kind and encouraging quote, a reflection
The Little Boys Rag DollThe little boy took the rag doll off the shelfThe Little Boys Rag Doll5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This rag doll was made just for him
Every stitch, every bit of stuffing
Was all just for him
Made for his enjoyment
This rag doll received
Every kiss, every cuddle
Every free moment he had to give
Then one day the rag doll
Spent more time on the shelf
Then in the little boy's arms
She waited for him to come back again
He came back to that shelf less and less
He left her on that floor more and more
He'd step over her like she was just any toy
Not one that he used to kiss and cuddle
The rag doll lay crumpled on the floor
Feeling unwanted, unloved, and forgotten
She still waits for that beloved boy to hold her once again
That rag doll is me
Alone in a Crowdwalking in a crowd,Alone in a Crowd5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
why do I feel so alone?
like I'm the only one here,
the only one who's real
I feel I'm walking though a field
of clay sculptures
premade porcelain dolls
kens and barbie dolls all,
is that all teenagers are?
for the person they will become?
not yet arrived
not yet realized
we wander unmolded
blank pages desperately trying
to fill in the emptiness
we are all walking mirrors
capturing the reflection of a shadow
claiming that form as our own
an army of shapeshifters
who can't make up their minds
Slender Man ParodyWAKE UP IN THE MORNIN' FEELIN LIKE P. SLENDY,Slender Man Parody4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
GOT MY SUIT, I'M OUT THE DOOR, I'M GONNA STALK THE CITY!
'FORE I LEAVE, GRAB MY CAM, AND A MASK THAT'S FREAKY,
'CAUSE I'M JUST TELLIN' ALEX HE OWES ME A TWENTY.
STANDIN' ON CREEPY ROADS (ROADS)
STARIN' INTO YOUR HOMES (HOMES)
TEXTIN' YOU ON YOUR PHONE (PHONE)
YOU SEE ME
STARING INTO YOU WIN(DOW)
CREEPIN' ON YOUR FILM (SHOW)
IN MY TOWER WITH PEEP (HOLES)
IN YOUR ROOM
YOU FORGET WHAT YOU DO
WHILE YOU FIGHT
TRY'N TO ESCAPE MY SIGHT
WHILE YOU SLEEP
AND YOU KNOW IM A CREEP, YO
wastebasketcrumpled sheetswastebasket5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of discarded paper
lie about and
litter my floor:
the corpses of failed poetry
are strewn about
near the trash bin
and the door
like fallen soldiers
in a long forgotten war
discarded and forgotten
stepped on and kicked
this is what wastebaskets are for
Why I Write - HaikuI can't form the wordsWhy I Write - Haiku4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to say when I speak
And they must be said.
Childhood of a Serial KillerAt age three, he discovered wax. He stuck his fingers in the flame of a candle at his birthday party, and poked the wax until it scalded his finger and formed a white crown on his fingertip. Two days later, I caught him pouring wax on the cat.Childhood of a Serial Killer5 years ago in Horror More Like This
When he was six, he took his neighbor's pet frog and put it in a tray. He filled the tray with water to make sure the frog didn't dry out, then he put a lid on the tray to make sure the frog didn't escape. Then he put the tray in the freezer for a week. He also did this with his sister's pet fish, his uncle's pet rat, and a butterfly he found in the garden.
When he was eight, he went over to a friend's house and seemed to take a special interest in their dog. After he left, they noticed it was missing. They found it a day later, all of its fur pulled out, having gone through the drying cycle in their washing machine eight times.
When he was ten, he took one of his grandpa's hunting traps and caught a raccoon. He couldn't figure out how to open th
OceanWe sat together by the curb,Ocean5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the steaming summer brick.
I was your inhale, you were my exhale.
Side by side.
I miss you.
You catch me off gaurd
and I stumble.
I laugh uncertainly.
I'm right here.
See the clouds?
You tilted your head skyward.
I point to the puddle on the sidewalk.
I tell you.
A whisper of a smile
darts across your lips.
I smile for real.
Not a whisper,
but almost a shout.
I taste salty sea beneath my nails.
Your seaweed fingers found
Seashell patterns between my
We were nowhere near the ocean.
Random Incomplete ThingsThe sledge hammer lands hard and Danger goes flying. On the ground Franck realizes he isn't dead and scrambles to his feet to see Kavinsky admiring his handy work.Random Incomplete Things3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And it's a pop fly, Eldritch Nigger goes over the fence..." Sebastian rejoins them and watches as the mass of flailing limbs lands somewhere in the distance. He sneers at Kavinsky's 1940's voice.
"Not now Kavinsk, we've gotta move."
"It's coming back." Franck is already way ahead of them.
Lighters down and tobacco dreaming
but the smoke is not leaving
It should be an incredible sight. A tortured young man now completely stable and a subtly humanoid thing behaving like a kitten. The two continue to grapple on the floor and any other time Kavinsky would love to watch but really...
"Franck." He claps his hands once. The younger man and his familiar look up at the zombie. "If you and your pet monster are done blowing each other you think you could come help us already?"
When Gaspard's friends turned into