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.
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 28~~~~Big day~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 284 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D was sleeping soundly in his room when he suddenly felt a shaking on his shoulder. "Uhn?" What was that? WHO was that?! "Wot?...'o?" He didn't open his eyes. "...Stop shakin' me!" A giggle sounded and the shaking stopped. Noodle. "Noodle-luv...wot're ya doin' in meh room?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily. The young guitarist smiled. "It's big day today, 2D-kun!" She started to pull him up from the bed. "You must get ready!" 2D blinked several times, trying to make up fast enough. "Wot?!" Was it really the day to get married?! A giant smile showed on his face. "Woo!" He sat up straight, ignoring the small pain from the still healing gash in his stomach. Noodle jumped back in surprise.
"2D-kun. I help you with outfit, yes?" The singer smiled and nodded. "Yeah...sure ya can , Noods." He got up of
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 174 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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."Sexuality5 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
boys dont cryever since I was 5 years oldboys dont cry6 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
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
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 20I decided to stop dilly-dallying and get right to the birthMurdocx2D Yaoi story pt 204 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~~The big day~~~~
It's been nearly a whole month since the last ultrasound, and 2D was tired of the being inside of him. He was so tired of the kicking as well as the cramps he got FROM the kicking. As he sat on the couch in the Winne, his mind began to roam again. The diaper changing, the child bathing, teaching her manners. "Ugh!" He just wasn't ready. His eyes focused on the clock on the wall, his mind still racing. "Everybody's here wif me...got no camera to see...don' fink 'm all in dis world...da camera won'--" He cut himself off with a yawn. His attention turned to the door as it swung open and the bassist stepped in with a plastic bag. "Oh, 'ey Muds." The bassist smiled and handed the singer the bag. "I jus' went to Taco Bell." Digging into the bag, 2D quickly unwrapped a taco and bit into it. "Mmm. Fanks Muh-doc!"
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
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
Whale SongI found their remnants, drowned and buriedWhale Song8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
below warm waters and swaying wrecks,
hiding beneath centuries of sand,
their large, starched bones watery tombs.
They were scattered; our hands discarded
their dead in pieces,
the hunt for a loved one
impossible among the spinal columns
of diasporal sorrow.
I could feel their presence,
a large and looming shadow
at the corner of my eye,
accusing my flesh of brutality and
a sadness long forgotten by man.
I found their young there,
the kidnapped ones, slaughtered,
their cries trapped in fine needle bones
that sweep this ocean's floor.
Their songs adrift on currents
in search of a deep shadow
to call home
or a fountain of love
spewed to the trade winds.
Mothers, tasting the blood of their young,
frenzied inconsolable in sonar grief,
love song in throat,
echoed themselves off every surface.
They flung themselves, heaven bent
and hung themselves on our boats,
sacrificed on beaches of men.
I can still hear them calling,
mourning the young, the old,
OceanWe sat together by the curb,Ocean6 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.
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 32Artist's comment: I can't believe I couldn't think of ANYTHING good. I literally spent 2 weeks restarting this over and over. And still nothing good came out of it. Fuck...I'm so sorry...There will be things that I look forward to writing out...but it'll take some time to get to them...I'm filling in the boring stuff as much as I can. Forgive me. :CMurdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 324 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wot the fuck happened?" A distant, muffled voice asked. Murdoc's voice. "Well...we DID get along for the first few minutes...and then...it turned rotten real fast. David--" Rachel's voice was cut off quickly. "Oh! It's always David! If he's got a problem wit' me, then me and him'll talk it out! He needs to leave Stuart out of it!" The bassist was getting angry. "I know..." A quiet growl. "Where the fuck is he, anyway?" There was a pause. "At work. Stuart's in here."
A door opened and light blin
.the reaper plays.1 year 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
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 Killer6 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
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...
A Troll's LifeOne of the big ugly trolls,A Troll's Life5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Through dark corridors he strolls,
Just waiting for that call,
That signals the start of a brawl.
To be bred for warfare,
Doesn't seem very fair.
But what can you expect,
When nothing you touch remains intact!
Not like a Goblin, a scavenger,
But more like the Plague, Death's Harbinger.
Nothing dares stand in his way,
His stench keeping even allies at bay.
Swinging with a tree,
Not in a disco-ish way,
But like in a killingspree.
I guess it's morally gray...
Not to start about his fashion sense,
He just dropped all pretense!
A loincloth and sometimes a chain,
Can it get any more vain?!
No choice but to look at his abs,
When knights are being turned to scraps.
I guess being badass is his only form of bliss,
Since I don't see HIM pulling of a True Love's Kiss!!
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
Why I Write - HaikuI can't form the wordsWhy I Write - Haiku8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have to say when I speak
And they must be said.
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
i hope you remember to bring the flowers.the stars whispered latei hope you remember to bring the flowers.9 months 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.
AlcoholicYour tux is the colorAlcoholic8 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.
5:17 AMand it's sad to think5:17 AM8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if you came back
to tear me apart
i'd let you.
Un nuevo amanecerUn nuevo amanecer4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Escapar de aquello a lo que tenemos miedo...
¿Es la única solución de todo?
Dejar todo lo que conseguimos para avanzar...
¿Acaso abandonar los logros pasados es avance en el presente?
Ya no se puede distinguir la mentira y la maldad de la propia realidad.
¿Aún nos asustamos de no ser aceptados por la sociedad?
¿Vamos a ganar algo bueno con ellas?
Reflexiones con respuestas obvias y difusas a la vez.
Pisando firmamente el suelo elevo la cabeza:
siento cómo el aire ondea mis cabellos
y alzo las manos al cielo.
Elevo los talones y extiendo los brazos:
lo noto, el corazón palpita...
Tiene hambre de verdad.
Me preguntaste si seguirles era lo mejor,
me suplicaste consejo ante el alúd de malas críticas.
Te pregunté si querías mirar las cosas de otra manera,
te supliqué tu permanencia.
¡Basta ya de chantajes, somos almas libres!
Lucharemos por lo que es nuestro,
ningún paso en vano, sin mirar