I thirst for flamesMy dreamsI thirst for flames6 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.
Beautiful and UglyI have an affinity for beautiful things.Beautiful and Ugly7 years ago in Other More Like This
(A delicate filigree necklace that used to belong to your grandmother)
And ugly things.
(The school across town that looks like a prison)
And finding beautiful in the ugly.
(The filthy alley full of ragged grafitti screaming love)
And finding ugly in the beautiful.
(The gorgeous-as-summer girl who has so many regrets and lies and secrets.
She never smiles.)
And everything in between.
(The boy who looks so beat down, it hurts.
But when he sings, it's so joyful, it's achingly breaking.)
And then, there's just the... normal.
Through my EyesI know that life seems full of struggles,Through my Eyes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
people and things pulling and pushing against you,
full of opportunities missed, given up or taken
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes,
then you would know, what an amazing person you are
When you look in the mirror and see imperfections,
I see beauty
the most beautiful woman I have ever seen
When you feel like you have failed,
I see strength
someone who continually gets back up and keeps trying
When you feel like you have made the wrong choice
I see determination
a person that keeps going no matter what your world offers
When you feel like you are weak
I see compassion
someone with a gentle soul that cares about everyone
When you are feeling unsure,
I see wisdom
someone who is smart and can accomplish anything you set your mind to
When you feel you are alone
I see me
by your side, following whatever path you choose
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes,
Because then you will know how much I believe in yo
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
day twoi.day two5 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
YellowMy parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap.Yellow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture.
Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my cream curtains where the bright yellow hasn't been bleached by the sun. The room is, more or less, unchanged. It has merely lost its sheen, much like the inhabitant of it.
I remained an only child; filling my days with quiet solitary games and elaborate stories whispered under my breath. My isolation only increased as I grew too big for the room that
tell me love is worth nothingbelieve metell me love is worth nothing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm a doctor,
and i'm telling you
and all you have to do
is just believe me,
just run under my skin,
dream of me when you're
awake, when you manage
it won't hurt much
because it's my promise.
just let me eat
at the back of your mind,
be that drum to the beat
of your heart, the whisk
to the rising blood under
your skin, the whine of
your breath, the cry
that pulls your heart down,
that makes your insides turn,
because sleeping is overrated
anyway, and the clefts
in our hands and harsh
grasps are what we've
always needed to survive,
and being in love is the time
when you realize
that's what you've always needed
i'm an author,
and i know words
like i know breathing,
i'll know every word
that'll come out of
all you have to do
is just trust me,
know it's okay to breathe into me,
it's okay to not say
a word, to say everything
it's okay for me
to see your hands wrapped
in mine, you under my skin,
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
GravityI'm waiting for you on grey-slate rooftopsGravity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the August sun between my teeth,
resisting the impulse to
(upon skin). Icarus
lies at my feet, bent
around broken feathers
and a skeleton, as I pick
apart our earth-
quakes with my fingertips.
marrow eyes and hollow
it's not that far to fall.
WITH THOSE WORDS -FTM-Once when she was little, she saw a boy in her own face. She saw him when she stared in the mirror, when she gazed deep into her eyes. She knew he was there, but she didn't know how or why. Every time she saw him, he was always so happy. She thought he was even a more attractive person than she was. She often wondered if anyone else could see him when they looked into her eyes. She was afraid people would find her strange if she asked and they couldn't see him, but she wondered if maybe somebody had someone else living inside their eyes too. She told her parents about this boy who was living in her. Her mother told her it was impossible. Her father said it could never happen. This confused her. She was sure he was there, she knew it! Her parents told her not to tell anyone else about it and to keep it to herself, so people wouldn't think she was crazy. She was sad, but kept it to herself for many years. When she was in junior high school, she kept quiet. She didn't speak of the boy thaWITH THOSE WORDS -FTM-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
PerfectionBeing perfect is impossible.Perfection4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But being imperfect, is perfect in itself.
incendiaryit was the city -- you know, a self-contained organism, a microcosm of reality in which we all take part. it's like a play, with our very orchestrated roles rehearsed perfectly until we can pull them off as smooth as ice.incendiary4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
it doesn't matter which city, because really, they're all the same -- paris, milan, barcelona...lawrence, pittsburgh, atlanta.
what matters is only that we were in the city. i was myself, playing the role of a love-struck jeweler, praying i could find just the right gem to put on my lover's finger someday, and she was herself, playing the role of sara.
sara, my love; sara, my heart; sara, the snow beneath my feet, the ice begging for me to slip
but still, we were here. glimpses of this city swallow my hunger -- i might never eat again if this were my home, the way it filled me up. but the moment i broke eye contact with this entity, this city with its glittering skyline, i felt the hollows in me ache again.
it felt rig
That epic plan.That epic plan.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
None of the others on the task force had noticed the widening of Ryuuzaki's eyes and Light was glad for that. He was also glad for the fact that L had been willing to explain why the simple mentioning of 'the eyes' had made him look so shocked.
All he needed to do now was wait a couple of days to give the impression that this plan took him a while to figure out and then he would ask L to get this BB, whoever he was, to help them with the Kira-investigation.
After all, if he had those eyes he was connected to the Shinigami in some way, or at least that was what Light assumed.
That would be the version he would tell L, anyway.
However, as soon as the mastermind detective had told him that this BB-person could see someone's lifespan and name ever since the day he was born, Light had made up a plan of his own. This guy would be his eyes, whether he liked it or not.
The only problem now was to get alone time with him before he would be permanently stuck to L, as Light was sure th
Animal CrueltyHow many times have animals attacked you for no reason? How many times have they fed you something like beer to get a good laugh? How many times do they lock you up with no food because you messed up once? When did they hit you and kicked you just because they had a bad day? Oh I'm sure they put you in a box and drove you somewhere then left you, didn't they? They probably put you outside in the cold for hours, I'm sure. Yeah right! Have you ever had a dog? I've never had a cat, but I have had dogs. I have two, Finnigan and Lou. They are some of my best friends. I love when they come up to me and keep bothering me til I pet them. I am disgusted by the treatment some animals get. These pets just want a home, a family, and most importantly love. Love! Now I know some people are mistreating their pets. You might know some. Please stop it. How many of you want to be left in a box on the side of some street in the rain?Animal Cruelty9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
First day att the NESTI still can't believe how I got here. Sitting on an military truck on my way to an top secret Military base with an American uniform and an weird mark on my left shoulder that says NEST.First day att the NEST4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This uniform feels so weird and the clothes I got feels so much softer that the Swedish Military clothes does, I guess it feels better on the skin but I'm just not use to it. Even the smell on the uniform and everything that is Military here smells different and for some reason it bugs me.
Everything went so fast when I got that call from the Swedish army that America needed me for an mission to guard something top secret and I was the only one who could do it. Sounds like an joke but I accepted the mission, So far I have always accepted almost every mission I get. The only reason why I don't accept an Mission is when I'm really, really ill.
They didn't tell me so much about this mission, not even where it is. They just picked me up from the F7 military base in Sweden with that Hercules plane there I h
DP: PerspectivePerspectiveDP: Perspective8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I have to admitits kind of weird how Danny Phantom disappeared the day that Danny Fenton died.
No sooner had Dash typed the words did he look up and around, the anxiety of actually making the words real prickling down his neck like a cold wind over wet skin. Hed been thinking them for months, ever since the day Fenton had died, but it was the first time hed ever actually said them. Even if it was only his blog.
A private entry at that; no matter how stupid he acted Dash wasnt unintelligent. He often said to himself as he got ready in the morning that sometimes being smart wasnt using his brain all day long. Sure, football was good for now, and maybe one day he wouldnt be playing anymore. But that was no reason to make high school any more difficult than it had to be.
At least until Fenton had died.
I wasnt there for it. No one was except for Manson and Foley. Theyre the only ones who actually know what happened
End.EndEnd.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Back to the room where it's just me.
Back to the dark where it's just me.
Back to the hate where it's just me.
Back by myself, and I can't stand me.
So I sit and I sob in my loathing.
So I sit and I hate in my loathing.
So I sit and I think in my loathing.
So I plot my own death in my loathing.
With pink yarn I weave a long rope.
With pink yearn I braid a long rope.
With pink yearn I tie a long rope.
With pink yearn, a noose, and a long rope.
From the ceiling a fan dangles.
From the ceiling a thread dangles.
From the ceiling a neck dangles.
From the ceiling my corps dangles.
The power of equality.Goodbye nerd, can't we learn, to love all then yearn for individuality in this crap we call equality.The power of equality.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Goodbye sir, can't you earn, like all the jerks do just conform, then get bored and blossom out of your worm.
Goodbye doctor, can't you follow? the footsteps of a junkie without a doctorate degree.
Goodbye me, now I have to pretend, to love them, but can't you see? You're just like me!
Goodbye progress it was nice until now!
Goodbye love and sex, it was fun until now!
Goodbye myself, you were alive but now not!
if you're an ocean, then i'm drowning.You are a calculated mistake if you're an ocean, then i'm drowning.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
something that I've known is wrong from the very start. And I wake up next to you every morning lately, praying that your split lips don't sink me even though I know it's too late.
You're already taking me under, because, baby
you're heavy like hurricane. Like a thousand drops of rain pounding down on my shoulder blades. You're seeping into my skin and into my bloodstream. It's only a matter of time until you spread to my heart.
It's too late. I'm already drowning in you.
It's too late, but god, I cannot love you.
You're like the last boy I kissed
which means I should already be working on forgetting the exact way your fingertips press into my hipbones or how my name sounds curled up in your mouth and the way you like to speak it so careful like a secret like if you said it too loud, I could get away from you. Like you want to keep me. But mostly I should forget you.
And sometimes, I try, but right now, I'm calculating the
What If?Love me?What If?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never really could understand why?
You tell me you love me but you left me standing there
I know you may never leave me but you wouldn't as a friend
There is more than what meets the eye when it comes to talking to you
I feel connected to you more than anyone else did
Maybe there was a gap?
Gap that wasn't there before
Drifting away like sea billows roll
Bridges are built but the gap will always be under it
Going the extra mile to give you what you deserved and more
That is my love for you
To give more than what you expected
Nevertheless, there are doubts
These doubts they fill my heart with "What Ifs?"
What if you stop thinking about me?
What if you stop caring for me?
What if you stop loving me?
I don't want think about the many possibilities can be
Don't fall into temptation and believe them
Don't over analysis things that you can't control over
I want to tell you "please stay, I don't want you to leave. I still an 'us' just don't...I...love..you.."
The tears f
BIRDIf I regret anything, it is the reticence of birds--BIRD5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my reticence, the uncertainty of the word "today,"
which rusts like the flute before Judith one.
If there is a time to undress, it is now,
but my thoughts close in on me, like a tunnel,
and I lose sight of everything except the wind.
Beneath it all, my hollow bones
are icy blue, each joy expunged--
I feel it keenly, here, and there.
the girl with love in her bonesHer lips are a smoky colorthe type of chapped things with paled, cracked edges and words hanging off, clothed by the least incessant whines and the most liberating cries. They're somewhat extended and exemplified through the cigarette in her moutha thin figure held between the sticks of her fingers with filtered lips of its own, ashing edge, a paled body, and a slow burning with every breath. The grayed portions fall off in a dirty, snow rubble on the sidewalk, burning into it, leaving small holes by her feet.the girl with love in her bones4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I don't understand," I say.
She sighs, breath coming out white, warm in the icy air. "It's a human thing." Her eyes are red, raw around the skin, and her corneas glint blue above the thick smoke, like a cat'sexcept it wasn't darkness, but the exhaust of flameclouds before morning rain, the lights of a city blaring through the smog of night.
"I still don't understand."
"It's liberating," she says, and I can see her eyes on mine. Her nose is flushed red lik