AddictionAddiction:Addiction3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The lights are out and I'm feeling manic
My heart is thumping in a shivering panic.
It's like I'm hitting, my all time low;
How many more; do I have to go?
Hello, hello, can you hear me speak?
I'm afraid my voice is getting weak.
My screams and sounds are growing quiet;
I need those pills; I'm growing tired...
Without them I'm colourless, just an empty face
Oh no, oh no, I'm in a dirty place...
I don't know how and I don't know why;
But it's just so hard to say goodbye.
When you need a feeling, when you need a high;
It's really easy to tell the lie:
'I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a trial!'
But you can't hear, your own denial...
"Hello, hello, how low will you go?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th May 2012
HeartmindWe lost electricity on the night you left meHeartmind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I spent the night curled up against the rain,
drinking in the slack of damp green winds
in our treasured driftwood home of mist.
I had to come to think of time
as a medium and my thoughts as
imperfect and cursive. It was a wrinkled medium,
a mediocrity of sunken breath: words condensing
into droplets that so contorted my teary lenses
that I couldn't tell that you were turning towards me
with a sound, the sound a book makes
when its leaves are rustled against the grain.
Tonight my body lingers on the edge of the ocean
like a gasp; New Jersey's throaty highways
bear my rosefelt thoughts and I can't miss them
like I miss the cradle of the river,
like I miss the firm grip of the circular,
like I miss the existential faith we had in nature
and her artistic lover to take us home.
Beautiful Girlyou caught my eyeBeautiful Girl3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
with your open heart
your way with words
our secrets shared
once left untold
i loved you for
your beautiful soul
a void once painful dear
you filled with love
untouched by fear
you caught my eye
your presence here
your touching words
and how my heart
broke when you left
i thought I'd die
crumbled into a mess
those sleepless nights
i laid awake
with no feelings
you caught my eye
your sweet sweet heart
you were my world
to hear your voice
my heart beat loud
you returned to my life
with just a word
i do need you
my beautiful girl
please don't leave again
don't leave my world
how I wish that I
could touch you now
and hold you close
no need for sound
you caught my eye
Things to do when you're boredThings to do when you're bored:Things to do when you're bored3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Stand outside a nursing home as the Grim Reaper
Wait around corners and scare random people
Sign up for informational meetings and when you get there say 'gosh darned it I thought this was about where to get drugs' and then leave
Go out and adopt fifty puppies
Go to the park, get no higher than five feet, jump and scream 'I can fly!'
Travel to Area 51, and tell them a green alien looking thingy traveled out about an hour ago
Make something, give it to someone, and then five minutes later scream at them to 'give it back'
Get a lemonade stand, give out free samples, then write on a clip board while saying aloud that they couldn't taste the roofies
Run into a store, ask what year it is, and when they tell you run out screaming 'it worked!'
Start dancing at a public place, then get mad whenever someone looks at you
Go into an office building, wait in someone's office, then when some
Percy Jackson and Annabeth 19Percy Jackson and Annabeth 195 years ago in Teen More Like This
Percy and I stayed at the lake for hours. We talked about how Percy wasn't going to collage and how I was using Education connection to take classes on architecture. We sat in silence holding hands when Sara walked up to us. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but Percy tomorrow is Christmas eve and you haven't done any shopping yet! I'm going. If you want to come that's fine!" she said. Percy had a look on his face then said "Im mortales!" he stood up and kissed me once more. "I forgot about Christmas. Oh Hades! Bye Wise girl!" he walked down the hill from the canoe lake.
I rode blackjack to the mall in Olympus. Your probably wondering why the Hades there is a mall in Olympus. They have everything mortal malls have. But they also have a couple extra stores just for gods and demi-gods! I went into Hollister. It didn't even look like a real Hollister. On one wall they had all close for god
PercyXAnnabeth 1A.N this story takes place between the 4th book and the last Olympian!PercyXAnnabeth 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Connor Stoll looked at me and said "Dude, she digs you!". That was the only thing I was hearing from the other campers other than Annabeth,Grover,Tyson, and Thaila. I would just simply reply. "No, We like each other as friends. That's it!" But the truth was, I was kind of hurting when Annabeth wasn't around. I mean maybe we did have those moments when she would look at me and go, "Your such a seaweed brain!" But other than that, that was the most romantic we got. Other than that time on Mt. Saint Helens. I'm sure she didn't feel a thing. I mean it was only for luck and she never talked about it after. Not that I wanted to get together or anything.... Ugh this whole girl thing is just messed up! Anyway, the conch horn sounded. Which meant that it was time for bed. I looked at the water on the lake and headed toward my cabin. When I got to my cabin, I sat on
Too Late 3Too Late 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This is my version of the story, a story that happened many years ago. It's about how I fell in love, and well, how things went down for me.
Approximately 40 years ago was my freshman year. I was a hyperactive kid with big dreams back then. I liked to impress everyone and would often go to extremes just so everyone would look at me and think 'hey, that's one awesome kid'. Though the person I liked to impress the most was my crush- Sakura. For me, she was the prettiest girl in class. She was really sweet and cute even though at times she would tend to hate you. She was smart too, well, second nonetheless to Sasuke.
Sasuke was my rival, and even though she didn't look it, she's actually a girl. She was strong, stronger than me, or anyone in my class actually. She was tall too, or at least taller than me. And even though we didn't admit it, we were really close friends.
"Uchiha?" the teacher asked multiple times, and when she didn't hear an answer she moved to the next one on the list.
The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:The Avatar State2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
Saving x Rapture - Thug!Levi x Lawyer!Reader Ch.4Saving x Rapture - Thug!Levi x Lawyer!Reader Ch.49 months ago in Romance More Like This
“I think you forgot about me”
A fist contacted the thug’s face and you were thrown to the side to the safety behind your car.
‘What was that?!’ you yelled into your head. You struggled to get up and take a peek from behind your car.
Who would possibly save you? Who was daring enough to risk their life for you?
Blinking your eyes a bit you noticed a certain man whose grey eyes never left your dreams. Levi.
“Levi??” you semi-shouted.
Your client or should I say your savior was fighting three thugs at once. He ducked and swerved avoiding knife wounds. Every move he did inflicted pain against his opponent.
The ape thug was on the ground glaring daggers at Rivallie. He seemed to have muttered something as he pulled out something from his back pocket.
Your eyes widened. ‘That must be a gun!’
“Levi!” you screeched.
Quickly Levi turned around.
“Levi! He has a gun!” You pointed to the ape thug.
Amor MortisJá não há mais o serAmor Mortis3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Não há o prazer
Prazer em viver
Viver sem saber
Aos poucos me descobrindo
E assim me consumindo
Sangue em combustão
Coração na mão
A vida não importa
É como adentrar por uma porta
A morte aguarda d'outro lado
Antes de atravessar, deixo meu fardo
Me manter num mundo físico, superficial... já não me interessa
Desejo morrer depressa
Sem dor, apenas morrer
Morrer sem sofrer
Só quero me livrar deste mundo material
Que para mim em seu todo é banal
Desejo a morte que muitos temem
Desejo a morte que poucos entendem
Desejo tu, morte!
Ouça quem te clama
Desejo tu, oh, morte!
Como quem te ama
PerspectivePerspective2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The looking glass extends throughout
All splatters of pure clear
A reality that hasn't begun
All innocently of mind
The stares of the unknown
Are stepping stones across
The bridge of perspective
The perspective from within
Redden streaks merge with white
Staining all lies inside
Bringing them all out into the surface
Over the edge of the terrence
Crossing over that gap
With the sharpened demons below
Waiting to devour
Waiting only to steal
The planks upon which they walk
Creak and fall with every step
With steps further they take along
A new perspective of reality
I hate youЯ ненавижу в тебе ту неясность,I hate you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Которой твой образ окутан с лихвой,
И эту порой мне чужую бесстрастность
Я так ненавижу... Ты просто слепой!
Терпеть не могу я твои обещанья,
Um dia...Eu estou tentando escrever coisas legaisUm dia...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
e descrever momentos especiais...
Minha vontade de escrever aumentou
mas a minha criatividade, passou.
E eu estou aqui, parada
olhando para essas letras.
E eu aqui, sentada
enquanto tu, te deitas.
Se eu ao menos pudesse estar aí
deitada em teus braços
rindo e pensando, até dormir
vencida pelo cansaço...
Eu queria que fosse mais fácil
transmitir o que eu sinto.
Se minha mente fosse mais ágil
seria mais simples, não minto.
Porque se eu conseguisse te explicar
não, mais que isso...
Se pudesses sentir ao ponto de tocar
Lentamente, distribuo pelo meu corpo
um dia estará nos meus olhos, como em meu sorriso
mas ainda é pouco
sinto muito mais que isso.
Um dia, passarei isso ao meu toque
e então sentirás percorrer-te
pode parecer até um choque
só que a preencher-te.
Gostaria de expandir
e te entregar,
este amor que tenho por ti
e que não encerrará.
HappyYou looked. I glanced. We met. I smiled. You smiled back. A sentence here. A metaphor there. A memory we both found beyond repair. I shared. You listened. You shared. I heard. You paused. And then I kissed you.Happy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers pressed skin. Then danced apart. I teased. You laughed. You joked. I grinned. Stairwells were dreamcatchers. Stars were destinies. Guitars became epiphanies. More words. More memories. More to admit. More to regret. You were damaged. I was broken.
You stopped smiling. I didn't laugh. Words began to go unspoken. Regrets emerged. Fingers didn't touch. Lips faltered. Stairwells were nightmare holders. Stars were dead light from the skies. Guitars became dust ridden.
Words became unspeakable. Memories were untrustworthy. Your eyes told lies. My hands betrayed me. We broke apart before we had a chance to be. I became distant. And you...you were gone.
Now repeat until you believe it.
a cliche, babyUm clichê querida:a cliche, baby6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Não há limites para o amor.
É isso o que espera de mim?
Amor infinito e incondicional?
Desista agora e não se machuque
Não vou amá-la assim
Não tenho tanto para lhe dar
Meu amor é limitado
Não o esbanjo assim
Meu amor é negação
Sem um nós
Restam apenas eu e você
É isso que lhe dou
Algo que tem valor
Meu amar não é um oceano
É uma gota no deserto
Ele é fraco
Ele é parco
Precisa ser cuidado
Não tenho ânsia de amar
E se amo é por merecer
Na medida em que o cria
Não vá tão longe
Se cruzar nossas fronteiras
Não olharei para trás
Se você se vai
FugaFuga4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
A cada dia sem resposta.
A dor que lhe foi imposta.
Dos horários certos e rigorosos.
Dos gritos leves e compostos.
Do calor da noite no sono mal dormido.
Da força e resistência abstratas caídos.
Da maturidade dos olhos entre caídos.
Do mundo sem futuro e poluído.
Das infantilidades que o cerca.
Da luxuria que o penetra.
Da palidez dos olhares incertos.
Do silencio que o persegui de perto.
Das cobranças chatas.
Da preguiça que o ataca.
Do conhecimento não aproveitado.
Do cansaço devidamente instalado.
Esta a fugir do seu olhar.
Da noite magnífica e estrelar.
Da rua vagas cheias de gente.
Das pessoas sem um precedente.
Dos sentidos aguçados.
Do corpo totalmente massacrado.
Das fotos aprisionando o tempo.
Do fogo, da água, do vento.
Fuga do desperdício de pensamento.
Fuga das lembranças e dos doloridos momentos.
Fuga do destino propriamente incorreto.
Fuga das fugas que lhe levam a lugares incertos.
PerguntaSe você me amasse,Pergunta3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
quando eu estivesse triste como agora,
eu descansaria minha cabeça em seu ombro
e a tristeza empalideceria diante de seu carinho
Se você me amasse,
e teríamos pressa para fazer as pazes
Se você me amasse,
faríamos amor e esqueceríamos da estupides do mundo
Se você me amasse conversaríamos sobre o desconcerto da humanidade,
e mesmo com todo desconcerto, teríamos esperança
Se você me amasse,
mesmo quando eu estivesse só
sua presença distante aqueceria minha alma
Mas será que você me ama?
Não, eu sei que você não me ama
Sei como isso termina:
termina em promessas de amizade
termina em anseios estilhaçados
Isso tudo termina com meu coração repleto de você,
mas vazio de alegria
Meu contrario ao avessoMeu contrario ao avesso4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Transcrevo apenas dor e amor.
Papel branco riscado e molhado pelo suor.
Todas as intenções de sexo abstratas e concretas.
Só apenas os olhares mas indiscretos.
Desejo de ter algo que não é meu.
Explosões de palavras em frases extensas.
Me sinto velho para situação envolvida.
Pessoas me olham diferentes.
Aquela garota não é compatível comigo.
Eu não sei o que devo fazer.
Esperando o fim do dia para o começo da noite.
Sinceramente vivo no meio dos que não faço parte.
Fico meio louco por procurar pessoas iguais a mim.
A evolução foi muito rápida para humanidade.
Sou apenas mais um dos tempos das cavernas.
Essa é a minha arte.
Me complicando e complicando o complicado.
Falar o sentimento no alto da emoção.
E esperar que algo não aconteça em vão.
Transcrevo apenas amor e dor.
Eu vejo papeis jogados sujando as ruas.
Todas as intenções de amizade
Sou Impuro, ImproprioSou Impuro, Improprio3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Eu sou Impuro,
Às Vezes eu faço perguntas idiotas,
Mas quero ouvir as respostas.
Eu sou besta,
Quase um otário,
Às vezes me faço de imbecil,
Mas quero ver as expressões nas caras alheias.
Eu não vivo de moda,
Muito menos de elegância,
Meu suor fede,
Eu sou apenas um cadáver.
Eu sou meio burro,
Tenho que pegar no tranco,
Mas faço sacrifícios pra ter a felicidade,
Muitas vezes não da certo.
Eu sou estúpido,
Um poço de ignorância,
Meu silêncio se explica no canto do quarto.
No escuro sempre.
Às vezes fico pensando besteiras,
coisas que eu até duvido fazer,
Mas um homem não vive de palavras,
Homens são momentos presentes.
Eu sou completamente louco,
Maluco e doido ao mesmo tempo,
O grito preso na garganta!
O grito preso na garganta!
Eu escuto rock,
Sempre escuto quando "tô" meio triste,
Afugenta a dor,
Da mais coragem.
Eu às vezes choro,
Mas também sei dar