Why I Write - HaikuI can't form the wordsWhy I Write - Haiku11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to say when I speak
And they must be said.
i hope you remember to bring the flowers.the stars whispered latei hope you remember to bring the flowers.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we lay beneath their
"what if i die today?" you asked.
and i told you in that case,
i'd see you by tomorrow.
Tell Me a FableTell me a fable.Tell Me a Fable5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A tale of heroes and dragons
Kings and princesses
And an empire of pure magic.
Tell me a fable,
Of a land that lets me dream without limits
And pretend that the world is a perfect place.
5:17 AMand it's sad to think5:17 AM11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if you came back
to tear me apart
i'd let you.
You can't have it allbut you can have the glazed heat bursting from the blacktop like a brokenYou can't have it all2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fire hydrant. You can have the jangle of keys
swinging from your hip with each stride.
You can have the tactility of leather and the graze of
bathroom mosaic tiles under a cold shower pelting
bullets and when the water cuts off
you can have dry book pages. You can have happiness,
though it will often be bitter, like finding a stranger’s
wallet full of pictures of smiling children until you
return it to find that the couple is barren.
You can have the scratches on the back of his knuckles,
faded, yet raw. You can have the translucency of sheets
in the sun, silhouettes but no details,
never revealing anything more than a fringe of hair
and frayed laces tripping over themselves.
You can drop obscenities like bombs until
they don’t mean anything anymore. You can pull out the Monopoly board
that broke your family. You can’t put it back together,
but you can pretend the thimble is your mother and the
Alone in a Crowdwalking in a crowd,Alone in a Crowd6 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
ConfessionFather. I fear I have sinned.Confession3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My child, what have you done?
I couldn't help myself. It was so beautiful. I had to feel it break beneath my fingers; its blood slick my hands, my tongue, my throat. I had to have it in my mouth. I tore at it with my teeth, peeling the skin from the bone. Like jewels, its life dripped from my tears and my scratches. They welled and slithered and dropped. Incandescent beneath the harsh light of where I had caught it. Such a beautiful creature now withered in my hands . and Father?
You want to know the most delusional part of it?
At that moment my vision became clear. Light shown down upon me. Did I see an angel Father? Did I serve our lord by destroying such a beautiful thing?
No, my child.
Glass Girl and the Stone ManGlass Girl and the Stone Man5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The glass girl met the stone man,
she said "hello", he said "hi",
they soon fell in love,
the world seemed suddenly alright.
The stone man's big hard heart,
swelled with joy and pride,
as he saw his pretty little glass girl,
twirl and glitter in the summer sunlight.
They frolicked and danced,
till it was time to go back;
the stone man missed his strange people,
and the glass girl didn't understand.
The stone man couldn't explain why,
he couldn't take her back to the stone city;
he knew the glass girl was not like him,
or the people he knew since he could barely stand.
He delayed the moment of return,
although it hurt them both;
he didn't want to let go of either,
the glass girl's love or his family ties.
The one night as they lay under the kind moon,
with the glass girl sleeping in his arms,
a solitary stone tear crept down the corner,
of the hard hearted stone man's eyes.
It fell on the glass girl's angel face,
and shattered her into a million pieces,
the stone man finally broke the g
( 4/05/2014 )poets got it hard( 4/05/2014 )1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the muse
only falls in love
i hate her,
that rat girl
who thinks she’s
god sent hero
or some shit.
in her own
to think about
& giving them
all they do is
living out of my suitcase
wasn’t such a bad idea-
i’ll be running away
any day now,
Flip-FlopFlip-FlopFlip-Flop4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By: The Polecat
I reached out and plucked another bit of fluff from the cloud I was lying on. I examined the small bit of cloud between my claw-tips before I flicked it away derisively and folded my fore-legs under my head. This seemed like all I did anymore. Sure there were important things to do, but after what happened I found myself unable to focus on anything else.
Of course, there was "her" as well.
"Hi there Grumpy McGumperson!" Right on time. I gave her a sidelong look as the pink bundle of energy known as Pinky Pie bounced from cloud to cloud to come up beside me. I learned not to ask how she could walk on the clouds or even get up this high without wings, there were far too many things about the pink pony that refused to make sense, and that was just one of them.
Teamwork is Magic: Chapter 1"You did what!?" The purple unicorn fumed, staring at Rainbow Dash angrily. Dash recoiled slightly, never seeing Twilight Sparkle this angry before.Teamwork is Magic: Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well, I mean Trixie is back, and you're the only one in Ponyville strong enough to duel her with magic, and I..." She trailed off. Twilight let out an exasperated sigh.
"You can't just speak for me! I don't want to fight Trixie!"
"Twi, last time you showed Trixie up by a mile and a half! I'd bet you could do it again!"
"That was six months ago! She's probably gotten much stronger since then!"
"Well, so have you, silly!" Pinkie rose out of a bowl of apples sitting on a nearby table
Twilight's anger subsided slightly as she pondered how long Pinkie had been there. Pinkie just stood beside her, munching an apple. "C'mon, Twilight, it'll be fun!" She said, mouth full.
"Yeah Twi, we've got till sunset to prepare!" Dash chimed
Her brow furrowed, knowing that she really had no way out. If she declined, it would seem as if she was backing out. If
LOL at that Limerick ContestLOL at that Limerick Contest6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Christian Bale viewed his reflection with a grin
He was covered from big toe to chin
Halloween was his fave
And sweets he did crave
Yup, the 'Dark Knight' would soon ride again
With pumpkin-bucket, he stood at the door
He had rung this doorbell twice before
His Batman costume was a hit
But a rather tight fit
He'd already eaten candies galore
The little kids were all up in a riot
The big kid in the Bat-suit was a pirate
He was collecting every treat
Down their little street
It was time for the Bat-dude to 'buy-it'
Christian heard an internal alarm bell
And finally the other shoe fell
Little monsters converged
Their sugarless rage having surged
So he fled like a bat-outta-hell
day twoi.day two4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
a smell like acid, microchemical sludge
irresponsible absence of vinyl gloves.
no locker no gym bag no
plenty of friends.
drowned man's hands,
straight from davy jones' locker;
corpse-white or corpse-blue
the slow rotation of hemoglobin,
it took years and years and years
to get where i am.
i had a destination, but i didn't have a roadmap.
that's no moon, that's
planets and weapons and satellite airplanes,
spinning and turning
ellipses around my head,
newtonian elegance and einsteinian thrill
watch as i label you, dub thee knight
careful slowdance of internal respiration and
speak softly and carry a big flashlight.
third-of-a-meter-long and dangerous,
great for camping and playpretend bludgeoning.
it is nearly as elegant as a firearm.
she took my things and put them on my bed.
i stepped right in and threw them off again
You Know You're ObsessedYou Know You're Obsessed7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
...With HIM and Ville Valo When:
1. Tattooing the portraits of dead poets on your body makes perfect sense.
2. You know EXACTLY what DILLIGAF means.
3. In fact, you might even have DILLIGAF somewhere on your skin.
4. November 22nd is an International holiday and should be celebrated by all.
5. If you see anything with a heartagram on it, you either buy it, or resist the urge because your house is already covered in them.
6. Your favorite colors are red, black, and purple. And sometimes hot pink.
7. You know who Daniel Lioneye actually is.
8. Someone says Our Lord and you instantly say, Oh, youre a fan of HIM, too?!
9. You considered purchasing a chicken foot.
10. $50 seems completely reasonable for a Limited Edition CD.
11. Your internet screen name has one or more of the following in it- heartagram, 666, 616, Valo, razorblade, sin, poison, redemption, or any other HIM lyric reference.
12. Getting Ville Valos water bottle at a concert is the eq
Dante's Inferno Riddle ChallengeKnown not for name, but nothingness, my goal;Dante's Inferno Riddle Challenge3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A man, not many, made my moniker.
Cold was I called for leaving that call,
My heavenly name never heard again.
The first, earthen name foretold what I left.
Pilgrim, guess my name if you're to persevere.
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 25Artist Comment: Urgh...Stupid computer is stupid...Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 254 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D awoke from the sound of Lucinda whimper. "Hm? Wot? Wot's wrong?" His voice came out raspy and hard to understand.
He looked down at the infant and smiled softly. "Ya 'ungry?" Lucinda didn't answer, but she did thrash her arms about, requesting something. 2D sighed and sat up, wincing from the newly opened wound. "Ow...Okay 'old on, little luv." The singer picked up the child and delicately lifted her head up to his right nipple. "Go on..."
She looked at it and then up to 2D's face, moving her mouth onto the bare nipple. Small suckling sounds were made as she heartily drank, her eyes closing. Her hunger pains disappeared quickly as she got a good amount of breast milk. "Mhaah." Lucinda pulled away and started whining quickly. 2D grimaced. "Now now, Jus' wait a minute.." He picked her up and burped her, making the whining stop.
Be My MuseNever love a poet.Be My Muse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything will mean..
so, so much more to them than it will
Never let a poet love you back.
They'll instill you with so much beauty (with their pen crushed to the paper),
that you'll scarcely recognize yourself in a picture
And you'll hate your reflection in a mirror, after seeing your reflection
in their eyes.
Let the Fall Make You Stronger."Hey! Are you all right?"Let the Fall Make You Stronger.1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"
"Um...because you just fell from the roof of the hou-"
"See, that's where you're wrong. I didn't fall. The floor challenged me and I accepted."
"And how did that go for you?"
"The floor won. But only because it had the advantage."
"Of being non sentient and vast in size, along with the fact that there is a freaking storm out!!"
"Nope. I just attacked from the wrong position."
"I overestimated my skills."
"I'll say. You're bleeding!"
"Only a little. Ask me again."
"If I'm fine."
"Is it because you're bleeding?"
"You're supposed to ask 'Why'."
"God, you're so bloody difficult!"
"But cute. Just ask."
"Because this world we live in, it gives us these dreams, you see. These great big beautiful colourful galaxies in our heads of ideas, thoughts and empathetic conclusions to our fellow humans. Our brain tells us, go on, be curious, make those mistakes.
Tomorrow i won't remember youT o d a yTomorrow i won't remember you6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ripped a page out of a magazine in the waiting room
Just because I could
And to be frank
I had been waiting too long.
I deserve a souvenir
And the girl in the magazine
reminded me of
T o d a y
felt like it
And I don't really
give a fuck
Of lung cancer
Because at least I won't have to miss you so much.
T o d a y
I bought flowers
and gave them to
Because I felt sad
In their smiles I saw your happiness
And I wondered
do you even smile anymore?
T o d a y
I wondered aloud on a crowded bus
How you were doing that day
I got stares
didn't really care
and i wondered aloud
if they even realized that i wasn't cra
AlcoholicYour tux is the colorAlcoholic11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a coal miner’s face
after a long, hard day of work:
something you’ve never
had to experience
Yet you talk as though
you’re just as worn out;
your trivial chit-chat
is turning syrupy with every sip,
although your sentences
aren’t getting any sweeter
And you grab another glass
of the effervescent liquid,
hoping the sea of black
will blend together,
and it will be dark enough
for you to fall asleep
And as you walk tipsily to the bathroom,
the overpaid opera singer
belts her last high note- a bit too high;
your crystal glass shatters
into a thousand pieces
And with it, you shatter too.
Stay With Me~Conner + Megan~Stay With Me4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Something inside of her has broken. Snapped, like a twig.
He holds her close and wills her to trust him. Come on out, he whispers. It's okay. No one is going to hurt you. I won't let them.
Promises in the dark are what he gives to her and he wills them to work. He sits next to her, wrapping his arms around her and stroking his fingers up and down the lengths of her arms. Goosebumps ripple out across her skin, but she still doesn't move. Silent tears fall from her eyes. He asks her if she wants something, and he waits for her reply.
But she's too far gone. Her eyes stare off blankly into a vision that isn't there. Her hands grip his, cold and sweating.
She's been like this for two months. The others have stopped trying to fix her, have given up on trying to heal her. Sure, they'll visit now and again. They'll sit awkwardly in the armchair by the corner and watch her, try to ask her a question and won't receive an answer. Then they'll give up. As easily as
FTMSarah had just finished making herself a sandwich and was returning to her room when suddenly her dad, who had been watching TV, stopped her and said, "Sarah, mom called. She want you to call Grandma and thank her for the skirt she bought you."FTM4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sarah sighed. She had received the long blue skirt her father was referring to in the mail earlier that day, and was hesitant to call her Grandmother. It's not that she didn't like the skirt, it was just that Sarah had a hard time imagining where she would possible WEAR it.
"But dad, it's already nine o'clock." Sarah said quickly, trying to dodge a bullet.
Her father said nothing for a moment, then replied with, "Mom wants you to." And that was the end of the discussion. Both Sarah and her father knew that if mom wanted something done, it had to get done. That is, if you wanted your head still attached to your body when she got home.
Sarah groaned and trudged upstairs to her room. She put down her sandwich on her bedside table and picked up her