Lit: On Marriage and Love...Weddings. The image of a lavishly designed chapel, filled with elegant colors and decorations. Cheerful families gathered to celebrate a sacred union and the hope of future grandchildren. Purity, innocence, and hope are in each delicate thread upon the bride's beautiful gown. The exchange of vows and glimmering rings is followed by the cheers of guests and sweet church bells. Marriage is the formal transition from one stage of life to the next and the promise for a blissful future for lovers. To hell with that shit.Lit: On Marriage and Love...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One over-priced day of fancy tradition and suddenly two people have the legal and moral right to hump each other. Big deal.
I've known my life partner, my dear Shoska, for over ten years. We awkwardly met at college. For me, my sorry-ass needed help with the most basic schoolwork since I screwed around too much in high school. Meanwhile, she was back in school for her second degree. From the start I knew her type: nerdy, timid, and quick to apologize for stuff she didn't do
They Said I Love You"Mama loves you."They Said I Love You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mama coos as she sews her daughter's lips shut
The little girl nods and lies still in her bed
"Daddy loves you."
Daddy murmurs as he cuts out his daughter's heart
The little girl nods and presses her favorite blanket close
"Sister loves you."
Sister states as she cuts off her sister's legs
The little girl nods and sleeps away
But the morning brings to light all that's happened
The things she's sacrificed to make others happy
And the little girl cannot ignore it
But, she reasons, it is better to be kind
Then to cling tightly to what is hers
So she passes the effect of blood loss off as exhaustion
The feeling of emptiness as over-active hormones
And again closes her eyes
To wait for a sense of contentment
She was still waiting when a voice caught her attention
But she resists opening her eyes
Instead she listens to the words he speaks
And though the events he talks about draws questions to her lips
The little girl cannot say a word
He seems to understand this
For he fai
With Loving Hatred,Dear You,With Loving Hatred,2 years ago in Letters More Like This
What You said, it...well, it didn't bother me. I mean, it did, but not too much. Not so much that I'd, I dunno...stop talking to You, or anything. It stung. You were just trying to relate and, no worries, I get that. But the way You tried, the way You said it...I don't think You even noticed. Not even a passing thought to what You were really saying to me. You know all my vulnerabilities of the time and place - I'd just tried to open up a little, like Paula said. But it was just thrown back into my face instead, and now whenever I'm with You, my insecurities that fester inside surface all at once in a giant upheaval of emotion. I hate You. I love You. You're awful. You're wonderful. Stay away. Never go. You're killing me, and You don't even realize it. Because no matter what happens or what I do, I still lose. And I hate to lose more than I hate You for doing This to me - whatever the hell "This" is.
DisillusionmentI need direction in my life,Disillusionment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To rid myself of all these sufferings of strife.
Too long have I been roaming in a ring,
With eyes so erudite; but yet I know nothing,
That could open a door onto a new destiny.
I need direction in my life,
So I can harvest those rewards that are rife.
Too long have I been waiting on the wire,
With idiotic inspiration; but I'm dancing in fire,
Will I realise my potential to purge my past?
I need direction in my life,
Instead of counting those notches on my knife.
Too long have I been worrying upon the wind,
With confused conscience; but I fear I'm too blind,
Even if my path is hellish I still hunger for hope.
Promises and FeathersMaybe, one day I'll be freePromises and Feathers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An angel in chains
Wings bent and useless
Tied to the ground
Wishing for the sky
But too heavily burdened
Lucky girl many say
Her wings not clipped
A chance to fly away
If she ever escapes the chains
That hold her bent, broken body
She may fly free
Never known the sky
Born into captivity
A dream hidden behind her eyes
She dreams to fly
Pained with sorrow
Eyes set on tomorrow
She has hope
Her spirits not broke
No matter how hard you try
One day she promises to fly.
"Hope is never gone."
Creepypasta: Nemesis' Nightly HuntCreepypasta: Nemesis' Nightly Hunt7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Creepypasta: Nemesis' Hunt
It was a dark and stormy night. The rain poured down like tears of sorrow while lightning came down, their roar like an angry lion in the dreary and corrupted city of Demorian. In the center of it all, a tall ominous building towered over all the others, where an evil man known as The Viper resides.
He was a powerful and wealthy crime lord who controlled half of the city with such ruthlessness, that no man, woman or child were safe whilst he still remained the 'Top Dog'. Despite being known for smuggling, shark-loaning, assaults and many other unforgivable crimes, due to his connection with some very powerful people, every charges that he received were dropped. Even those who apparently witnessed his varied crimes and were willing to testify, either changed their minds so suddenly or died under 'mysterious' circumstances.
In his upstairs lair, The Viper was having a private meeting with two separate gang leaders, discussing a partnership deal
IndividualityIndividuality.Individuality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something special in each of us.
A uniqueness that will never fade.
Never have a fear to stand out.
Jump from the shadows.
Be different and
No hiding allowed.
Be weird in your way.
You'll earn respect.
Just for being yourself
Why...Your pain is my pleasure,Why...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is my agony your reward?
While you weep I rejoice,
Why must you jeer at my mourning?
Your scars disgust me,
Oh why can't you understand my guilt?
You hide from all,
For they only gave me pain in return.
I despise what you bear and put your faith in,
For in your ignorance you lack power.
Why must I suffer this inferno in death?
The WellThe Well1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There once was a girl and a well. The girl wondered about through a garden where she was not allowed. The well was full of water. She looked down the well, and suddenly fell in. She fell, and fell and fell. She landed right into the water with a small splash. The girl looked around for a second. It was dark . She peered up to the opening "It almost looks like the moon " She thought.
After awhile, she fell asleep, floating on the water. She awoke later and saw a figure, a figure board up the well, trapping her in. She screamed to get out, and then she gave up, knowing she would never get out. She began crying slightly, knowing she would die.
After a while she stops, and finds a skull She screams loudly then looks at it, seeing that is very old. She calms slightly, still hyperventilating. She drops the skull then starts crying again. The well getting deeper s
The Werewolf HackerThe Werewolf HackerThe Werewolf Hacker7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The clouds drifted overhead, and I rolled off the bed. What had seemed to be the floor turned out to be the highschool's hallway, and everyone stared at me, some even kicked me, yelled at me, and spat at me. "My, what have you now gotten into, Troan?" Jayice spoke, surrounding me with the others. "Wh-what's going on?" I mumbled, yet still having my eyes shut. "The teachers are all dead." a junior coldly spoke. I snapped up and shrieked, "WHAT?!" "Naw, he's kidding, Troan!" Jayice assured as the bell rang. "Then what am I doing on the floor with no shirt and ripped, bloody pants?!" the students trampled over me and stepped over me, as if a lump in the rug. Everyone was heading to the northern wing where the enormous, international auditorium was located (it was a unique, famous landmark for a simple highschool to have), and Jayice dragged my body roughly down the stairs to the council. The thousands of people finally settled in the bronze dome and Jayi
AngelI have often wondered why some people think that the love between two people of the same gender is such an abominable crime. I have never told anyone that they cannot hold their partner's hand or kiss them, yet several people have seemed bent on telling me that I cannot take part in public displays of affection with my own lovers. It may just be my opinion, but to me it seems that the human rights of citizens are only protected when they are of the heterosexual orientation.Angel2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Perhaps people fear homosexuals because nobody can really explain why we exist at all. I know that I had not realized that I was a homosexual at first. I actually began feeling the initial responses to the "birds and the bees" much later than my friends had. To my great surprise at the time, the first hormonal response I had was over a man on the cover of my father's "Men's Health" magazine.
I still remember exactly how that model looked. It was positively devious. My young eyes gazed into his, captivated by those o
The real world................ The real world................The real world................8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The real world don't care if your broke
The real world don't care if you choke
The real world will leave you to die
The real world will not tell you why
The real world is only a game
The real world wants to hurt and to maim
The real world will keep you in denial
The real world will lie with a smile
The real world has nobody's back
The real world is not real thats a fact.
The Boy Who Wore A MaskThere once was a boy,The Boy Who Wore A Mask4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
His parents named him Todd.
In most ways he was normal,
But there was something odd.
Todd liked to wear a mask,
The reason was unknown.
He wore it day and night,
His face was never shown.
One day as Todd was playing
Outside his favourite hole,
A boy came running at him,
He only had one goal.
When the mask was taken,
What remained was quite a shock,
For instead of human features,
There lived but just one rock!
Now this rock was nothing special,
It didn't dance or sing.
Heck it wasn't even living,
It just didn't do a thing!
So the boy did what we all might,
He reached into Todd's face,
Wrapped his hands around the object
And removed it from its place.
He skipped off down the street
To play at the nearby lake.
Skimming rocks was his favourite
And now he couldn't wait!
"So what became of Todd?"
How kind of you to ask.
Poor Todd just lay there lifeless,
Beside his favourite mask.
Vampire NightsLaying in the dark cold of nightVampire Nights2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waiting for my kind to join me here
Waiting for my time to take flight
And drink the sweet red blood laced with fear
My vampire nights are filled with horror
The kind that sends shivers through your body
Ripping flesh drinking blood, making love
Reaching out through your fears so strong so boldly
Wanting to embrace every sense every feeling
Seducing you with my beauty of the night
Pale white skin and eyes of fire
Breasts against your body as I'm holding you tight
I draw your minds so easy with desire
The human mind is such a fool for lust
Wanting all that sets your groin on fire
With my beauty unclothed you give such trust
Then is my time to play to extinguish your light
To hold your twisting body oh how you can't fight
Sending sensations of glory from my mouth to my brain
For a mere mortal this feeling would send you insane
When you're cold on the ground I look down with empty thought
Of that waste of that beauty you once held high
But you couldn't ref
Walk with me.Who wants to walk with me down this long road?Walk with me.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who wants to make this journey that's so very cold?
Where hearts are dark with no room for love
Blackened their soul, twisted the raven to look like a dove.
Inner demons flooding my dreams
making the most normal thing not as it seems
Wildly dark demons penetrating my mind
searching for secrets, never for me to find.
The deepest trust given to ones I care for
turn to deceit and lies, friends no more.
The cruelest ways and words left me in sorrow
ripped out my heart like there's no tomorrow.
Feeling foolish and feeling so hurt...
as my heart no more important than a piece of dirt,
As I said, "Who wants this walk down this road with me?
Feel this pain, despair and my sorrow see?"
I AmCuts surround my wristI Am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An intricate bloody bracelet
I admire my work
Add a few more lines
Then put the razor-blade down
I drape my raw red wrist
With a layer of gauze
The drops and streams soaking through immediately
I sigh as I pull my sleeve over
The pure white laced with deep red
And return my blade to it's home
Sit back and enjoy the ache of deep cuts
The throb of my body panicing
Now I know,
If you glance at my wrists
You will know
I'm a cutter.
A Few Words On WritingGentle scratchesA Few Words On Writing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Writing is never simple
Words take on life
They breathe and live
Pages take on character
As the writer weaves a story
It's not always easy
To care for certain words lovingly
Sometimes what's written,
Sometimes all you can do is
Beat the words into submission
To get the release you crave
Suicide noteDear Mister,Suicide note1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I lay empty inside with many thoughts of suicide. Limbo is where I stand above the ground so high. The people below laugh at my failure that has tainted my empty heart. So Mister call my phone, talk to me, tell me why I was born when nobody wants me. Maybe tomorrow or maybe next year you will find my wrenched corpse in my bathtub. The cold water will run down my bloody wrists. Liquor stains my clothes because I drank to my death in a good humor. Dead lips so cold just a touch will break me. No longer will I be your victim of your love rape or abuse. The scars on my body are enough proof of your existence. Tonight I will leave my proof of living by dying. Everything that I hold dear is gone now, you stole my everything.
Someday you will wake and see my face in the mirror with soaked bloody tears that you had drawn. Paint my corpse with your lies of love. Whisper your secrets into mouth, tasting the
The Sweet MelodyThere was one boyThe Sweet Melody1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He sat alone in his room
Play his guitar
Poured his emotions on it
As he played
He started singing
His voice was shaking
And his face was covered in tears
He continued to play
As his melody was filled with more of his soul
He let out a gasp of misery
He feels this in his heart
And as he continued to build up
He suddenly stopped
And he realized
That this wouldn't heal him
It would take away the pain
For some moments
It would wash away the guilt
For only a second
He put the guitar down
And he got up
He opened his door
And whispered to himself
' I'm gonna fix this
I don't care what it takes
I'm sorry my love
But I can't stay in the past'
He closed the door
Leaving the guitar behind
But the sound of the sweet melody
They live still in his wall
Death Song.Death Song.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing to me a symphony of death
The strain in my body with every last breath
Draining my life a soul torn apart
Needing only time with this slow beating heart
The tune of my soul is dying within
This aging carcass is wearing so thin
Notes of life will soon lose their tune
As I'm sitting here so empty in this prison, my room
This song is now reaching the end of it's time
Nothing to leave for you but this poorly writ rhyme
But hope goes out for the one who does care
Because in your heart my music is there...
March of the DamnedMarch of the Damned2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Marching on dead feet
over a field of gray
we lost the soul
we lost ourselves
in a time we'll never forget
we're an army of dead men.
Those who shoved us into this world
were lost long ago
as a wage of war.
Even the shallowest scratch
cuts to the bone
with a story we don't care to tell
some still scream
when in the heat of battle
they find another hollow
in the very flesh of their souls.
But most can no longer muster a tear
as we march
doing the dirty work of the devil.
An army of dead men.
We only wish we could care