losing a friendlosing a friend13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
losing a friend
when i sit back and look at everyone,
i notice you sitting there
with all your new found friends.
always ignoring me, blowing me off, pretending
as if i'm not even there.
you've changed, to become
so much like them
you are now something
you once could not stand
i remember when you'd say
"i'll never be like that."
you didn't care what they thought,
we'd sit and make fun of people
who'd sit and make fun of us.
big pants, spiky hair, pez dispensers
all little things that made our
now you're the one
who says the things
that make me want to hate you.
my clothes, hair, personality
all subjects of our conversations.
you try to change me,
as me why i'm not normal,
do you mean normal, like you?
now every time i see you
it's always the same
i look towards you
you glance at me
then turn your head
turn smile shift repeatturn smile shift repeat13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up to a
the trees are dancing
to the melody of
the sunset and you
are the only one
that crosses my
i want to bury my-
self and fall in love
with your smile.
the tone of your
voice, the scent
of your soul, the
taste of your skin
the blood that
whenever you are near me,
whenever you are breathing.
you are waiting.
follow the depths of love;
In My 15th Year -- part 2: thurs. 7:00ish am :In My 15th Year -- part 213 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A nurse comes into the room and wakes me saying they have to take some blood to do tests.
She fills seven vials.
I notice I have a roommate.
She leaves and wake up call is announced.
My roommate looks at me and grabs her clothes and goes into the bathroom.
: thurs. 7:30ish am :
We are all dressed and in the hall.
Lined up like in a prison roll call.
I've only met one of the other kids this boy who is 11 and had to stay awake all night for a CAT scan in the morning.
They all assess me I am the new one.
: thurs. 7:40ish am :
My first breakfast, I learn names and I learn ailments.
This one Depressed
This one Bulimic
This one Angry
This one Who's father sent him here to be examined because he thinks he isn't outgoing enough.
: thurs. 8:00ish am :
I sit looking out the window of the rec room.
The view is a huge graveyard and I think how ironic.
This girl Racheal asks me why I am here
I show my bandages.
A boy named Leroy calls me a psycho, says he doesn
how to dis-a-pare completelyhow to dis-a-pare completely13 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
And she was anonymous but I knew her quite well. It was raining that day, and I gave up. If it isn\'t love then I rather not feel at all but that itself is a sin. I heard this familiar voice in the background; his voice was dull, frail, and very unnoticeable if you weren\'t paying attention. He reminded me what love was and how keeping away from it was the best option, he reminded me that I was wrong and pathetic for even thinking the way I did--but he forgave me. He told me suicide was an easy way out but only pussies take the easy way out. He wasn\'t anonymous but I didn\'t know him at all. He told me to wake up and I did.
My apartment was smaller then others, a lot smaller, bedroom size to be exact. I didn\'t have any need for space. I lived alone. No one came in or out of my apartment except me, I hardly ever went out anyways. I slept on the floor, I didn\'t have any hot water, my fridge was empty, and my room overall was empty. I had no job, all I had was myself--that wa
AssaultAssault13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyes adjusting to the dimness
smells assaulting my nostrils
acrid bitter rusty drain
- into the room.
Slither close to the edges
dampness assaulting my skin
flakey, mildew ridden walls
- fingers sliding along.
Seems I've been here before
same place different existence
bent kneed I touch wooden floors
- once worshiped with my face.
Single bulb light
in the middle of the room
swaying at my entrance
broken jagged glass hanging down
- never to bear witness again.
I meet the overturned chair
on my feet this time, my knees
will never meet this floor again
- the memory begins.
The crying again, coming from in there
noise assaulting my small ears
short gasping breaths from her throat
- why is she crying ?
Slip quietly through dark halls
the light spilling out
from the crack under the door
- ear to the wood, why is she gasping for air?
Door flying open pouring light over me
acrid bitter smell of blood assaulting my nostrils
look what we have here, nosey are we?, well come in and see.
In My 15th Year -- part 6: wed. 2:30ish pm :In My 15th Year -- part 613 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm so scared of what it will be like there.
I'm scared of being the new one.
I'm afraid there's nothing wrong with me, maybe I'm just selfish and spoiled.
I'm afraid there is something wrong with me ..and its not fixable.
Maybe I'll never leave once I get there.
: wed. 3:10ish pm :
We stop and get gas.
They ask me if I want a pop...daja vue.
I say sure ..a coke please.
We drive on.
: wed. 3:45ish pm :
We pull in a long driveway and I see a sprawling complex of buildings.
To the right says Adult Facilities -->
To the left says Childrens Facilities.
I just close my eyes .
There is a large turn around drive at the front of the building.
Big white pillars framing the door.
No bars guards or dogs.
We grab my stuff out of the trunk and walk through the doors.
Even now I don't want to leave.
I think I'm hoping for a miracle.
: wed. 4:20ish pm :
We are all signed in and my parents aren't even allowed to escort me to my ward.
Its all goodbye at the door.
Bye, see ya, maybe
ErotographomaniaErotographomania12 years ago in General More Like This
this will be a futile attempt. our language, or more accurately my language, is this bastardization of german, latin and anglo-saxon dialect. they ground it up into a paste then, poured it through the filter of greek and roman alphabets. i find it to be cumbersome in attempt to describe the empathic, the intuitive or the emotional. if i was a linguist, i suppose i could invent a language for us. most of it, darling, would be just gesture, eye movement and respiration changes. the simplicity of existence is caged by the intricacies of language. even more so, language strips away meaning from existence while it fumbles to define it. i know you understand this. i do go on too long sometimes.
placed in my palm is a rich flavor of hell, sworn to the duty of finding you. i could just release it, let its seeds flutter away to the winds but, i choose to cup and conceal it. so much poison in such knowledge. it leeched through my skin and melts into my soul's blood. no needle's tear could ever m
Humming Bird SexHumming Bird Sex12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel your pulse on mine
Your breath heavy, making me
You caress my love and I
Tip-toe closer to
Taking all of you in me
I take a deep breath and smell
The wings of a humming bird
escape through your
and into my
niping at my heart
your just another
your more than that
your my secret love
but your shouldn't know
when you call
my heart leaps
a lovers song
and when you leave
BraveryOn Saturday the twenty-first of January, Elliot took a gun, pressed it to the strip of bone between his eyes, and shot himself. The bullet shattered the frontal bone of his skull, warping his features past recognition, and burrowed through his pre-frontal cortex into the midbrain. He died before the sound stopped echoing through his empty apartment.Bravery5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This story isn't about that.
I worked with Elliot for only a little while—less than six months. Most of what I knew about him came from his desk. Unlike the smaller ones the secretaries and other reporters had, it was a stately, imposing thing. It would've been terrifying, especially to a mousy little girl like me, but it was covered in paperweights and spare pens and pictures of people hunting ducks. Anyway, Elliot himself denied fear: he was middle-aged, poised on the cusp between forty and fifty. His hair had already turned grey, but he didn't dye it, like he hadn't noticed he was getting older or just didn't care. He smiled more t
SchizophreniaSchizophreniaSchizophrenia7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Locked within your own mind
I scream let him come back
Give me back the son I knew
Before schizophrenia attacked
It's robbing you everyday
Of things you were taught
Illusions and delusions
Control your every thought
I miss the hugs and kisses
That you shared so much
You were such a loving child
Now unable to touch
Rhonda Joyce Kidd
Copyright ©2009 Rhonda Joyce Kidd
SchizophreniaAnd its a fear,Schizophrenia7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A fear of what Ive become.
Im watching as time flies by
And Im stuck in this spot.
From the corner of my mind,
Where I retreat.
Trying to convince myself,
That Im not sick
Like they say I am.
All the symptoms are there,
Yet no one notices.
I'm alone with these voices.
SchizophreniaI'm scared of myself 'cause I hear voices in my head,Schizophrenia7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Telling me when I'm wrong, saying I should be dead,
The voices question my sanity until even I think I'm crazy
They tell me that I'm all alone, that no one stands by me,
They say I'm unwanted and feed on my fears,
They claim that when I cry no one sees or hears my tears,
That no one cares when I cry,
That no one will miss me when I die
When I'm angry or sad, they whisper in my ear
To eliminate the source of my pain, but I choose not to hear
Because I don't want to hurt anyone, to kill,
So then they tell me I should die, but I live through sheer will,
Hope that one day I'll wake up and the voices will be gone,
But I don't see how - they've been with me so long,
Questioning everything about me 'til I think I'm the worst,
Saying that the worst day in history was the day of my birth
The voices hurt me mentally, emotionally,
Sometimes they even hurt me physically
It's hard to live with them, to share my mind,
To feel like my brain isn't
Bionic BimboBIONIC BIMBOBionic Bimbo13 years ago in Other More Like This
Look you hurtful bitch, i guess
loosing territory is like loosing
your virginity...it hurts.
Well you hurt me so take it...
take all the pain i have to
give and like it....
like it as if it were a sheer
summer breeze and love it....
love it like a new born child
and breath it...
breath it like a black rose
so feel it...
and remember what it was like
cause hopefully afterwards
......you won't...do it ...again....
Quick Character Sheet (Rough Draft)Full Name:Quick Character Sheet (Rough Draft)7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Title (Mr., Mrs, Sir, etc.):
Namesake*** (if applicable - in English, where did you get the name or how did you come up with it):
Nationality (if Human and from Earth):
Talents (if any):
Religious Belief (if any):
Favorite Entertainer (actor, musician, athlete, etc., you can make each section for them):
Choice of Weapon (if applicable, if martial art, that is a weapon):
Abilities (Magical, or Physical):
Alignment (Good, Evil, Neutral, Anti-Hero):
Place of Birth:
Relatives (include deceased family members/boyfriend):
Rivals (if any):
Outfit (you may have more than one):
Left-Handed, Right-Handed, or Ambi:
Type of Voice:
White ~ Romano x ReaderWhite ~ Romano x Reader7 months ago in Romance More Like This
Lovino went outside his house at night on a cold winter day and saw (Name) gathering snow with her outstretched palm. He smiled to himself, admiring her figure. Looking at the girl and the snow, he sighs, thankful that she's OK.
You see, it's been a year since (Name) discovered her deadly illness. Unfortunately, there's no known cure for her disease and she could die anytime. After he knew about her disease, he visited her everyday to check on her condition and to take care of her.
"Lovino?" (Name) turned around and smiled, aware that he's behind her.
"Why did you take care of me when you knew about my illness?" she wondered, staring at the falling snow with a slight smile. Lovino flinched when he heard the question, but he replied anyway.
"It's because I can't stand seeing you suffer, that's why everyday, I drop by and made sure that you're fine, n-not that I care for you or anything!" he stuttered.
"Thanks Lovino!" she thanked him with a grateful smile, obl
Kids These Days.I don’t have swag.Kids These Days.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have integrity.
I am not a boss.
I am a leader.
I’m not a hipster.
I do what I like.
I do not live only once.
I live every day of my life.
positivepositive12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can tear this
silent grasping fingers
found my sign laying on the ground
read it to you today
as you shook your head in disbelief
what did that silly sign say
that made you run for cover
that made you leave me floundering
it said " positive " and you ran
slow down slow down don't slip now.
I can bear this
gasping choking breath
found my voice floating in rivers
shook it dry today
as you watched me dripping
what did you hear from my lips
that made you silent and begrudging
that made your fingers grip me hurting
they said " i'm smothering " and you stole my breath
let loose let loose i'm fading.
I cannot fear this
intense pounding heart
found my release in the wind
flew away today
as you stood helpless
what did you whisper to me
that made salty rivers upon your cheeks
that made you look anywhere but within me
you said " i hate you " and you didn't lie
forgive me forgive me i trespass.
I can tear this
swollen flesh ripening
found my choices slickening
lost my grasp to
Perfect AlonePerfect Alone13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perfect day for
a white wedding
held against my will
in utter silence
as I cascade down the hill
tired and weary I
not even my future
calling me I hear
my lover speak my
name in a passionate
and they are brought to
keep me and I might
feel the same
never knowing that
these feelings won't be
but cease to exists in it's
most fortunate state
And then I awake
the drifting is gone
but I am still here
This Is Us Into YouOur hand intertwineThis Is Us Into You6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like my legs across your waistline
I define this role
And you are the leading man
Do what you can
I'll scream ya name
Like reciting a thousand
At winter time
When you wanted to be mine
On your mind
Like a hurricane warning
About the storm coming
This is us into you...
plead of a crack addicted momplead of a crack addicted motherplead of a crack addicted mom13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun dried the spot
where he was
i couldn't bear to watch
i need him, his essense
to stay here
12:01 they said the time
of his deth was
12:01 his soul died
and with it mine too
i think back earlier that
as i watched him being
ripped from my body
as i watched him
lay there and die
as i wanted to do
to do the same thing
but could do nothing
i heard him cry
is as if the gods above
we're punishing me for
what i did and did not do
i didn't mean to use those
last few times
i did mean to have a healthy
the doctors, they said they
but nothing they could do
they said it was a boy
" we would have had a son"
i would have had a son....
if i could have just stopped
taking that shit
just stopped taking it for one day...