Katy Perry PoemKaty Perry Poem2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We are always Waking Up In Vegas
Even though we are Hot N Cold
I may have Kissed A Girl
But I am still your Teenage Dream
I am always Thinking Of You
The Joy of KillingThe chin was now clean, polished and soft. The man got up and looked at himself in the glass. He ran his hand over the skin and felt its freshness, its newness.The Joy of Killing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Thanks," he said. He stood up to admire his newly shaven face in the mirror. I must have been very nervous, because I was afraid of what I might do to this man. Without even realizing it. My blade was once again around his throat. "What is this?" he asked. Without answering him, I slit his throat. His expression in mirror was beautiful. It was if his soul had escaped his body, his eyes were looking into the mirror with such a beautiful gaze. Blood was all over the floor and my shirt. I didn't bother to clean to up, I just wanted... to kill some more. The feeling of being able to take away a human life was amazing. I ran out of the shop laughing hysterically. The blood from my razor sharp blade was on my face now. It felt like I could keep running until I got to kill again. I ran into my house startling my wife who sitting on t
IDKA small crowd was forming, drawing several peoples' curious eyes to the slim magician that stood on the corner. His long, light blue pants that draped over his lengthy legs, matched his light blue jacket that was over the man's dark brown tunic, a silver pendant that hung from a coil of string around his neck lay on his chest as his smiled, running his fingers through his curly brown-ish orange hair. Leoven smiled at the people, telling them the story of when he was an inscriptionist who sold scrolls for a living, finding and interesting trinket that he held in front of them. It was a small heart, carved out of wood and engraved with curly lettering. The heart stayed just below his hand by a gold chain that wrapped around his fingers as he spoke in his subtle voice.IDK1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His story usually lasts longer, but he heard a clank of metal, and he peeked over the tops of the amused crowd's heads, hearing it again and again, realizing quickly that a patrol of guards must be heading around the corner
SharpEverywhere it hurts.Sharp1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She fainted earlier.
No one cared.
She cried earlier.
No one heard.
She cut earlier.
No one saw.
The scars run deep in her veins.
She is an ashamed person.
She walks this Earth with nothing but guilt.
I am a Pit BullDear friendI am a Pit Bull1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you beat me?
Why do you hate me?
Why do you starve me?
Everything was OK at first
You loved me
I loved you
And then it happened
You hurt me, friend
And I don't understand
What I did
To make you hate me so
Don't you love me anymore?
Can't you remember the fun we've had?
You used to me a warm ray of sunshine,
But now you a terrifying shadow
That lurks in the darkness preparing to spring
I fear you, my friend
I run from you
I hide from you
You've made me hate you
I will never be the same
My life is ruined by your cruelty
Every time I look at a two-leg
I only see evilness
And I growl
I didn't pass their test
The one they gave after they took me from you
Now I will die
All because of you
I am vicious
But I am strong
I am notorious
But I am brave
I am a Pit Bull
I'm running awayI'm running away1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Imprisoned by feelings
I cannot tell anymore nor anyone
The love I used to read about
That love that should fill up the sky and sea
Is all but a big fat lie
The love I feel is bigger than any of what I read
It's the storm within me
It's the turmoil of the wind
Keeping me down
I cannot smile
And the blood inside of me is nothing but half-dead because of you
I know I'm alive and that I am breathing
Never less I don't seem to be happy
I know I failed my chances
And that I'm running away
I'm running and running and running …
Like a little child afraid of its own feelings
Romance is not an issue
And my mind cannot agree
To what I feel
I sense loving you within me
And am afraid of every sign
Pushing me not to forget you
In a situation worse
Than that of a caged animal
I found myself in a larger space
I'm not bound by any physical chains
Nor that those of my own emotions
You just conquered
What was left?
From the sanity of my mind
To every part of the empt
Sometimes I Let Myself Think About You Sometimes I Let Myself Think About YouSometimes I Let Myself Think About You1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes I would prefer to lay back and watch the sky roll from day into night. There are moments when I can still feel your hand, wrapped tightly around my own. Not a day passes that I don't think about you. I think about the way you walk, the way I knew you were about to smile even though we were fighting. I miss your voice waking me up at three in the morning, and your stubble scratching my neck when I would curl into you.
I miss your scent. All of your shirts still hang in the closet next to my own, and all of your socks are still in the drawer next to my own, and your toothbrush still sits in the holder next to mine. But your smell has faded from your pillow and your shirts, and your socks are still paired without the proper match, because I never could get you to take the time to pair them correctly, and your toothbrush is worn out, the bristles more like old carpet, and yet I couldn't get you to buy a new one.
Now that y
No Escape No EscapeNo Escape2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The hold is too tight
no energy to fight, what's going on inside.
I've tried my mind against my heart's jury too many times.
I'm chilled to the bone, my heart set in stone.
I couldn't run fast enough,
heart's control and a mind's love.
I'm tethered in between"
Song: Get Away
Artist: Kill The Complex
"Junko," Called a familiar voice through Junko's dreams, "Junko," the voice called again, causing the girl to stir in her sleep as the voice called once more, "Junko, wake up."
The girl let out a breath through her nose as she turned onto her back and groaned tiredly, "just a bit longer," She murmured, eyes half lidded as she stared at the ceiling.
When had I fallen asleep and why didn't I have a nightmare?
Junko asked herself and then frowned when the one who had woken her poked her cheek. "Alright," She slowly sat up after swatting the hand away, "you know," She started with a small yawn, "you have all been wanting me to get some sleep and
The Rabbit Hole Chp- 1The Rabbit Hole Chp- 12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Rabbit Hole Chp1
You know, I never truly realised how horrifically gruesome the end of a fruit or vegetable's life is.
I mean imagine it, one day after waking up in the morning to a peeking sun just on the horizon with a gentle wind swaying the branches of the tree you were hospitalised in your whole life (the same tree you were born in might I add) and you rest all day and night without a care in the world.
When suddenly a sensation fills your body, the same sensation as rain hitting your skin but a huge deal greater. As the sensation grows you realise that the force (whatever it is) has you in its grasp, at its mercy and you cannot move. As you panic your immobilized body can only do one thing, shine in the early summer sun.
Then, just as sudden as the sensation before, an excruciating pain erupts just above your head as the force tugs your body once, then twice, then once more again, the pain increasing as more pressure is applied to each tug. Then f
you are not for mei. you are not for me.you are not for me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were never the one for me from the beginning.
we were like paper and fire.
in the end we could only burn into nothing but ashes.
ii. i liked to dream about fairy tales and impossibilities.
you asked me whether i believed in magic,
i answered yes because i thought the living prove was right in front of me.
but you turned out to be nothing more than an illusion.
iii. we were together.
but never quite like the way of others,
because there'd always be a glass in between us.
maybe that is the reason why i couldn't feel your warmth.
iv. in the pitch of my stomach,
there's always a tinge of coldness.
over time it grew and grew,
until it eventually swallowed me whole.
v. i search for the kind of magic i seek.
but sorry babe 'cause you were never for me.
Three Ways to Succeed In LifeLive in learning;Three Ways to Succeed In Life11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Know all there is to know,
that knowing this is unknowable
and giggle at the thought.
Survive shell shots of questions
and receive a golden medal.
Have your name on fancy paper
and frame it on a wall.
Achieve a bigger number
on the corner of a sheet
and feel the warmth
in your tummy
like a freshly printed page.
but not quite satisfied.
Sit high, aim even higher.
Jump right into it;
whatever it is.
Take the certain step off of the cliff.
fall grand and wide
The deeper you drop,
the faster the wind
that rushes past your face.
The larger the breaths
the gulps and swallows
the fuller and hungrier you get.
And from fuelling
it burns ever bright, ever great.
Be that person;
a social maxim.
enjoy the company.
Any company. Every company.
Don’t puzzle yourself with fitting in
even though you do
because in the puzzle of fitting in
you’re probably the picture.
Explode in InkI want to breathe.Explode in Ink11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I want to think.
My imagination is at the brink.
Trapped and locked without a key
But gone too long;
It must be free.
There was a time
it filled the air
With vibrant colours everywhere.
Bold and bright;
With shimmering might.
It glowed, it shone,
It blazed like fire
And even higher.
So high in fact
That one cursed day
The flame quite simply
And left was I in endless dark
Stopped at a park.
With other things to clog my mind
But none with vigour,
Zeal or shine.
A sad, sad era did succeed
A wounded soul,
No room to bleed.
Confined by cold
And hard distaste
A rusted trophy
Such a waste.
And sadder still,
I did not know
That I was letting it all just go.
Sinking far into the deep
And restless sleep.
So there I stayed for far too long
Bound by chains
So fearfully strong.
It struck me like a bolt
My paceless walking
At a halt
What life have I corrupted to?
To be so empty,
OC: About Jessica CollinsName: Jessica CollinsOC: About Jessica Collins1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Nick Name(s): Jessie, Phoenix
Race: Half Human, Half demon
she is 5"1 when she wears her high heeled black boots.
Eye Colour: Green
with flecks of blue in it.
Hair: fiery red with orange highlights, the end of her hair is curly when tied.
the length of her hair is long but it is tied back into a pony tail the hair
tie is a brown colour to blend well with her hair.
Occupation: Demon Hunter
Markings: Birth mark shape of a dagger
Her second ability is fire, though Jessie has to discover how to control it.
Weapons: Jessie is a very skilled fighter and very clever. She has a very special weapon that was made to destroy any demon or half demon that comes to stand in her way. she also has two pistols to kill anything that is her job to kill and also to protect others from harm.
Weaknesses: Her rage is her weakness she loses her
Locked OutI think I needLocked Out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pat on the head
Or someone's shoulder or hand
Or simply something sweet.
I don't know what to do
Or where to go
To find the compass
That'll lead me to you
You're a mystery
Like a locked door,
The one without a key.
Nothing at all.
I don't think I'll ever know
What's behind the door
All quiet on the Skyward frontAll quiet on the Skyward front (Cartz1)All quiet on the Skyward front2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Attention, airship 'Crusader'. This is captain Starlight, please switch off engines and remain neutral "
The little balloon mounted air ship coasted along the skyline, just sitting above the clouds peacefully putting along at day break. The purples and reds of the sky coated the airship's metallic rudder and sails, the light reflecting off the banisters of the catwalks exposing the rust and age of the little airship.
" Prepare to be boarded for a full ship inspection, approval and clearance "
The airship itself consisted of two balloons or 'gasbags'. These balloons were cylindrical in shape, sitting horizontally one on top of the other, each balloon spanning ten metres long and three metres wide sewn together by thick industrial strength rope. On top the balloons sat the bridge, small but concise, fitted with a navigation table, bullet proof windows and most importantly, a hammock. Above the bridge there was a recently installed c
The Rabbit Hole Chp- 2The Rabbit Hole Chp- 22 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Rabbit Hole - Chp2
I am a door, nothing more
Not a window, not a floor
Just a door, nothing more
While the window sheds light and beauty
With radiant colours, so soft and fruity
And the ground full of carpet so smooth and silky
I the door, plain and old
Stand still and watch time go by
From morning to day, day to night
Hopes and dreams always out of sight
My job is simple, to greet incoming guests
With a friendly smile and a pepped up attitude to always look my best
"But, how can you smile or feel emotions?" You ask
"You're just a piece of wood with one simple task"
As much as it hurts, I cannot deny rules, logic or law
As grim as it may seem
I am just a door and nothing more
As Jack touched the door knob it seemed very cold, much colder than usual. Maybe it was the night air? In the middle of summer? I don't think so. Either way Jack stoped caring about the door the minute he walked through it and into his house where he would meet his demise.
Now I suppose this is part
Sometimes I'd like to thinkThat it was real; that you really existed.Sometimes I'd like to think3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That you're not just part of my imagination mixed up with reality.
I miss who I thought you were.
But I couldn't really blame you, because afterall, you've never really been that person.
You're something else entirely.
Perhaps a stranger. Someone I never knew?
But I could still see that familiar face, hear that nostalgic voice,
Yet you utter out foreign words, words that he'd never said.
But you're not him.
I miss that 'you'. I still do.
A Perfectly Nerdy BoyI want a nerdy boyA Perfectly Nerdy Boy3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A boy who'll ask what I'm reading today
As I pull my Harry Potter hoodie
Over my head
And asks if he'd like it
A boy who knows who composed
The theme from Indiana Jones
As well as Star Wars
And perhaps Jaws as well
(That's John Williams)
A boy who has seen
Every episode of Doctor Who
And finds it cute when I quote it
Who loves evil scientists
Like Dr. Horrible and sings the duet
A boy who loves to read
Who's read all the Harry Potter novels
The Hunger Games
And all of John Green's books
And understands what he's read
A boy who'll go to the Deathly Hallows
Part II release with me
And who'll hold me when I cry
At the end of an era
He'll even feel bad himself
Because he loved it too
A boy who's a free thinker
Like I am
Who comes up with his own ideas
And doesn't believe in the
Unfair and believes in equality
A boy whom I can talk to
For hours on end
Without ever finding a lull
Because we just have so many
Things to talk about
A boy who'll help me when I write