She speaks in sighsShe speaks in sighsShe speaks in sighs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
melancholy dripping from her eyes
to her lips, leaving salty trails
on her pale cheeks
She wanders through a whirling fog
tormented by shadows
of things never there
things that will never come
to break through the misty grey,
to stop the whirling in her mind
the flooding in her eyes
She speaks in sighs
of evaporated hopes,
of disintegrating dreams
She walks hand in hand
the two so intertwined,
there is no room in her heart
the cold so permeating
warmth is simply kept away
Talk About FreedomShe lightly taps her fingers down your spine and tells you she can count the vertebrae. One, Two, Three... the numbers are exact and her knowledge of every line is exact, and yet the only thing you'll ever know is that the numbers aren't exactly what you wanted. Want. Your standard of perfection changes every day, and she cries about that, cries because she knows where this will end. You trace your ribcage and admire the sharpness of the edges, telling her that someday, the bone will cut you free from yourself. Your body. Your insecurities, your fears.Talk About Freedom3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You're so sure.
She massages nonexistent muscle and notices exactly how deadly you are to yourself, how breakable you look and feel and act. She notices the slimness of your shoulders and the hinging elbows and how it's possible to see the bones in your wrists twist as you move. And you admire it, while she flinches at your every sign of perceived perfection. You explain that weightlessness isn't only achieved in space; and you'll someda
TryThere were all the signs, all along,Try2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've told you every one
and yes, you're marvelous at denial,
I love you anyway [I think]?
You've watched me drop
and watched me climb,
I told you that I've never felt fine
and yet I know it's just
way too hard
to be okay with the life I've lived;
see, it's not yours it's mine.
I can reassure you that I'm
giving up on time-
you keep me here.
Am I allowed to hate you
TaxonomyRegrettably, those who happen to share my kingdom, phylum, class, order, family genus, and species cannot possibly understand the bond I've managed to foster with the one to whom I'm attached by the class, located just below the phylum. As chordata, we've both been blessed with a wonderfully flexible spine (except, it seems, when I sit, stand, or walk, and whenever he wakes up from an especially long nap) and as mammalia we've both been benevolently blanketed by a layer or five of fibers, and though mine are perhaps fewer in number, pigment, and blatancy, they're there all the same.Taxonomy2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sharing a certain affinity with my alarm clock, he takes it upon himself to personally grace my countenance with his fur-coated form each morning in order to assure that I make any and all necessary appointments. His tail is held high and swished through the air as I trudge zombie-like behind him at that ungodly hour, nearly tripping over his darting, meowing form. As we reach his destination he insists tha
Puppet DollI'm a Frankenstein's Doll.Puppet Doll3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Plaything for the maddened mind.
I am a child of all that is wrong in the world.
I stole from the dead and made them mine....
I'm your puppet, dear.
Hangman's ropes guiding my way.
These stitches hide something,
Something tearing at the seams.
In me, whose heart is beating?
Where have these hands been?
What have these eyes seen?
Can I recollect their memories of flesh?
Is my soul a patchwork reflection of my body?
Where is the me under this?
When this puppet no longer dances...
...where will I be?
LegacyWe always were asking questionsLegacy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering why this would happen
Hoping things would change
You never asked; you accepted
You never wondered; you just knew
You didn't just hope; you changed things
And we were changed by you
We learned things we never would've known
Had you never existed
You taught us to embrace the moment
To accept the past
To make now better
And always believe that tomorrow could be great.
You lived each day to the fullest
While we waited around for life to happen
You made life happen
You never waited
Why did you go?
It was time to go
You knew that
And yet we always knew
That we would always remember
And refuse to let people forget
You happened for a reason
So now can become better
And tomorrow can become great.
Bleach- SunburnedPeople go to the beach for several reasons: to take a swim in the ocean; to play some beach volleyball; to party all night long; to take romantic walks along the shore at sunsetBleach- Sunburned3 years ago in Romance More Like This
And most people can do all these things because they know to protect themselves from the dangers of the beach. One such danger? Forgetting to put on sunscreen, then falling asleep out in the hot sun wearing only swim trunks. You'd have to be one of two things to do something this monumentally stupid:
1. An idiot.
2. Ichigo Kurosaki
And according to the latter's rather bemused girlfriend, Rukia Kuchiki, the two were not mutually exclusive.
"You know, I highly doubt your cracks at my expense are going to make my sunburn go away any faster," Ichigo muttered after awhile.
Rukia frowned as she squirted some more aloe vera onto her hand. Ichigo visibly winced when he felt her touch his stomach and very gently rub the cool substance into his beet red skin.
Ghost HuntTwo children, same of birth, wandered the halls.Ghost Hunt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A sister and a brother
With hearts and heads at the ready in the suffocating silence.
The aging mansion seemed to moan in pain.
The ghosts it sheltered were being slaughtered by the children.
And the mansion mourned their absence.
One spirit remained; the favorite of the house.
A playful little girl was she,
her body was scarred by her own doing
Driven by madness, despair and boredom.
But no more.
She, who only wanted a friend, found not one;
What will they play?
Her favorite; hide and seek.
She hurried to hide.
The twins took only a glance to plan their next move.
Only one ghost remained. That would change.
Finding her in the closet she hid in, the twins had her cornered.
With no where to run.
She greeted them with a smile.
They greeted her with Hell.
And the house was silent, the halls were empty, once again.
Perry - Draft Two"Poetry is highly skilled construction of an image using words and devices to convey it."Perry - Draft Two2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once she said it, I was changed. My view of myself as the artisan type - writing out tomes in a coffee shop shifted to that of a builder. A Lego warrior. I didn't trip over my feet and find a sentence snaking between my ankles! They were built. Formulated for maximal effect. Like a great mosaic in blood and mustard and cream. I am a builder.
If only I could learn how to remove scaffolding.
Beautiful, Wonderful EyesI go to your home, the moon shines brightly above. It is peaceful, but something horrible has happened to your sweetheart. A dim candle-light shines through the front window, I know you are awake. When I knock you answer. Those beautiful blue eyes stare up at me. Moonlight plays off of them, turning them to a shimmering silver. I smile lovingly, nearly forgetting why I had come.Beautiful, Wonderful Eyes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Beautiful eyes, what have they seen to make them so beautiful?
Your gentle voice breaks my thoughts. Instantly, I remember what had brought me to your doorstep this late at night. You question my presence, but you don't seem bothered by it. I try to tell you, but the words fail to come. I don't wish to carry this burden, but you need to know. I can't let you know though, in fear those beautiful eyes will become hollow. They flicker with curiousity, though your smile remains.
Wonderful eyes, what have they dreamed to make them so wonderful?
When I finally stutter the news, your smile fades, along w
Maybe I shouldI always wear headphones, for peaceMaybe I should3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They aren't noise cancelling
But they are interaction cancelling
The thing is...
They keep working when I take them off.
A Day in The Life of a TransgenderWhat does everyone think when they take off their clothes?A Day in The Life of a Transgender3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When they take a shower or get dressed every day?
What do you feel?
Do you want to be able to take a zipper and zip off your top layered body like in cartoons?
Do you sit in your bed crying refusing to look in a mirror?
To those who still don't know what I'm trying to get at:
Stop right now and think.
Think of who you are.
Name everything that makes you you.
Now picture everything that makes you who you are and change it to the polar opposite.
Yes, even gender and sex.
Boys, look into a mirror and imagine you have DD breasts.
Girls, look into a mirror and imagine you have no boobs, but are growing a beard.
Think of how turned upside down your life would be.
All the medical procedures, mental torture, bullying, the wrong kind of puberty.
For me, I have to tape down my breasts and wear tight spandex to hide my curves.
And worst of all I have to wake up every morning and take a shower looking the way I do.
My school is all girls,
This is Just to SayThis Is Just To SayThis is Just to Say5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I may have taken
A short walk
Just the other
By the weeds
And dust with
No thoughts in
I may have.
Perhaps this is so
But then again
I may have
A roaring puddle
With kingdoms on shore.
I may have
Danced a dozen times
Across crystal halls
In elegant balls.
I could have
Raised a dinosaur
On bones and say he
Followed me home.
Perhaps I flew
Across a starscape
Endless in all directions
Sailing true forever.
It was just
A short walk
But it was not
It was so much more.
Too Much, Too LittleI couldn't possibly look like a boy...Too Much, Too Little3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because my breasts are too big.
My hair's too long to be boy-ish..
even though I like boys with long hair.
I'm far to female..
to be a man.
Then I'm to masculine...
to be feminine.
I dress to boyish...
to dress up.
I act too much like a guy...
to be a lady.
I prefer girls, but sometimes I like guys...
so I can't choose my own sexuality.
I hate guys...
but I still wanna be one.
Can't I just be myself...
without you making it harder to figure out?
Calling MeWords sipt out recklesslyCalling Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A prelude to a fall
In a damage-machine
Set in Spite's factory
A night in which demons roar
Struggling to break their chains
And they are calling my name
They are calling me
If one can't survive
But yield to its Master's call
Should instead break open
The putrid doors of Hell itself?
A flowing stream of hate, blood and fear
Runs through Dream's fingers
Awake in a glassy Bell jar
The shreds of his ego are calling
His voices are calling my name
They keep calling me!
In the MomentThe look in your eyes.In the Moment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So soft, yet serious at the same time.
Almost as if you are looking at every detail of me.
Enough to make me actually look at how I look.
Making me feel worried, of how I am to you.
Something in me feels uneasy when you look at me..
but at the same time..
Makes me feel happy.
I can't really explain to you how I feel about you.
But all I know.
I wish I could actually talk to you more...
This interesting person in front of me.
Unexpected AuthorCame to read.Unexpected Author3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stayed to write.
Felarya - Jora - Meet the Crisis [Vore]“You should have no trouble if you stay on track. Try to look at the sky and the stars like I've told you. Try to follow some special landmarks like the giant tree, they will help you to reach the waterfalls. I'm pretty sure that you won't have any trouble with local predators; most of them are intelligent and clever enough to argue and those who aren't will at least think that you're stronger than they are.”Felarya - Jora - Meet the Crisis [Vore]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Teliyas words were echoing in Jora's mind while she was walking through the forests of the area around their cave. She had left three hours ago and the heat of the sun was already burning down on her. To walk on the soft ground was no problem but from time to time it wasn't that comfortable and she began to miss her flip-flops she was wearing back on Earth. But if everything worked like the blond giantess hoped, she would soon have all the comforts, all the small luxuries back in her life, including a cooled flat and a real, soft bed.
But for now she had just her one p
Filipino Bedtime StoriesTurning off the TV and sighing to herself, The Philippines sat on the couch in England's living room. As per usual, there was nothing on, and the kids had been giving her no problems. See, every once in a while, a bunch of the smaller nations decided to hold a 'secret meeting', in which they would discuss their plans for world domination and other cute kid stuff like that. However, in reality, it was just a sleepover. This time, it was Sealand's turn to host the 'meeting'; but since his actual house was too small to hold four or so people in one room, it was held at his 'jerk brother's' house. England relented to the smaller child's demands as long as they had someone to watch the house (because apparently the older nation had better things to do).Filipino Bedtime Stories4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is where the Philippines comes in.
Her former controller (who was actually one of many) politely asked if she could babysit. Having nothing better to do, the girl agreed. Other than having to make dinner for them, it wasn't r
Felarya - Jora - Just ask VivianCrisis held word and escorted her to the edge of her territory. For about one hour they were both walking, or sliding, side by side; Crisis chatting about several things Jora didn't understand a word about, while she remained silent, still breeding over the events last evening.Felarya - Jora - Just ask Vivian1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“And Subeta was just as surprised as I was, you should have seen her face ...” Crisis giggled.
Is this my future? Becoming like them?
“ …. I had never seen such a quick neko, seriously …. she was like the wind ….”
No, my future lies back home. This Vivian will help me and then I'll return and leave this freaky place … I'll live a normal life again
“But seriously, you're acting a little strange … not eating and all that ...”
A life in a world where every intelligent person has TWO legs and no tails, and nobody is eating people … seriously, why would somebody do such thing?
It's not like t
Felarya - Jora - A Mentor and Friend?”Jora, come one … it isn't that far anymore.” the voice called her and she knew it belonged to her father. She was walking, she was pushing herself forward. Her feet hurt like hell and sweat was covering her whole body, soaking into her cloths. It was her first trip with her Dad into the mountains; he loved to be here – Jora didn't.Felarya - Jora - A Mentor and Friend?2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Dad, can we take a break? I can't walk anymore” she gasped and breathing was harder than ever.
“No Jora, we can't we have to reach our destination. If you can't follow me, you have to be on your own” the voice replied and it sounded … different, like something had changed in her fathers tone.
“But dad! We have all the time!” she protested. Something was wrong, that wasn't how it was working in the end, her father did stopped and waited for her and he wasn't mad or anything.
“Look Jora, I can't always take care of you. You're on your own know. And you know that. You should just hav
CrashI feel like I am just hovering in the air,Crash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I will love you
I will love you temporarily
Or at least
I will love you
For as long as it takes
For me to hit the ground.
Because I will fall,
It is inevitable.
We all die at some point or another,
So don't reach for me
My five-foot distance away from the edge
Is just enough
To keep you alive.
But not really
Because I really do love you.
Felarya - Jora - The ArrivalThe sun was already vanished behind the horizon when Jora entered the front yard of her parents house. They lived outside the metropolis, around fifteen minutes with the car, and enjoyed the fact that they didn't have to worry about all the noise and smog of the big city.Felarya - Jora - The Arrival2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jora grew up at this place and many memories were connected with the small house; the time when she was playing with her friends in the garden, her dad teaching her how to ride a bicycle, her first kiss in front of the house when her first boyfriend brought her home. A smile always appeared when she was looking at the old house that was quite antique for this time, but she loved it and she was always happy to come back here.
Jora now just wore her green top and her skirt, the lab-coat was back in the car and she enjoyed the chill summer-breeze that was tickling her ankles. When she walked toward the front-door, it was already opened and a teenager was peeking outside from the house. Her freckled face was young a