Acero y terciopeloTranslation available in Artist's CommentsAcero y terciopelo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desprecio la idea de perderte, porque estás hecho de acero y terciopelo, de sueños y lágrimas ...
Porque tienes esos labios que no piden perdón y mucho menos permiso, insaciables y pecaminosos, que tantas veces ya han tatuado te amos en toda mi piel. Y ese espíritu tan libre e indiferente, ensalzado en un poco de cobardía y desdén; que exige su independencia y se desliga a cada paso. Pero aún así, vuelve cada noche a mis brazos buscando consuelo para poder descansar.
Tan contradictoria naturaleza, tan agridulce tentación, deja en mi cuerpo esa sensación de arrepentimiento y peligro que mi boca prefiere callar, que detesto y a la vez necesito que corra por mis venas para poder respirar.
Si me utilizas a placer, ¿qué más da? Bien sabes que ambos disfrutamos la agonía que provoca la incertidumbre del mañana y los fantasmas bajo tu cama. Así que ahora t
HopeI'm plauged in a worldHope10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That never ends
Alone in this place
I am condemned
Cursed to this life
Which has no plan
The pain in my heart
can no more expand
Watching and waiting
Just wishing to die
My soul is aching
My dreams cannot fly
I'm a person with talent,
A future to uphold,
But those are just many
Lies I have been told
I feel like I'm walking,
But not going any where
There is plenty of time,
But not one second to spare
Why am I still living?
What do I expect?
That an angel will come down
And save me from this wreck!?
Yet...there must be a small
Hope hiding inside,
Because surely I would
Have already died
How will I find this
Hope I seek?
When everything I hold
is so dark and so bleak
This must be the treasure
I've been waiting to find.
I cannot wait until the day
I will claim it as mine!
Hopefully, it's truth
will not stand to wait,
Because too soon,
Will be too late.
No, You're Not DepressedI walk through this crowded hallwayNo, You're Not Depressed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brushing against beautiful girls and
The broad desirable males that lust
After the stereotypical sluts in leggings
That are a size too small. They know
So they starve themselves to stay thin
And put their daily smiles on but even
The most fortunate of the high schools
Celebrities could never be content.
They drown themselves in alcohol
And homework to forget the pain
That resides in their unknown hearts.
They think that no one understands,
That they're the unfortunate ones
With their drama and average struggles
Of everyday life. How could they see
Me walking here without anyone
To speak and share my laughter
And pain with? I walked by unnoticed.
Out with a BangOut with a Bang.Out with a Bang4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
By Faith Lindbom
Sam Rider: Classic, Humphrey Bogart, Private eye type. Has a tendency to voice his thoughts out loud.
Helena Dove : Sweet, alluring, yet overdramatic girl who is looking to find the strange criminal who is out to ruin her father's airplane shipping business.
Captain Danny Swift: Slightly crazy airplane pilot who lives in his/her own world. Can be male or female.
Dr. Bang: Crazy, mad-man who keeps hijacking Helena's father's cargo planes for no clear reason. Loves just talking in a really loud voice. Is comically evil.
(Sam is sitting at his "desk" (we have no props) all cool and private eye like. Perhaps pantomiming that he is reading the paper. He narrates himself out loud)
Sam: It was a typical day down in St. Louis. The radio was playing the same drivel, the rain was pelting the window outside my office, like an ex begging for alimony, and I had just successfully dodged jury-duty for the fifth time. New record I think. Anyway the name's Same Ri
The First MovementThe First Movement8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I left my lover on the floor,
arms bent like a lamp cord.
He said to me things were
different looking up;
the ceiling was brighter,
my eyes were lit up.
And he sank into sand tiles,
his hands were raw and waiting,
A River Measured in TimeAlberto Banks had been saving all his life. He wanted to buy a river.A River Measured in Time9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As a child, he had been given a ribbon by his father. A blue ribbon. His father was always this strange man who would scrutinize his past much more spontaneously than he would do with his future. When he had brought the ribbon for his child, he would have seldom thought what the boy would do with a ribbon. The consequences of his actions were never quite as important as the precedence of the consequence itself. When he handed over the ribbon to little Alberto and noticed his confused expression, he wondered why he had bought it on the first place. He wondered whether he had done it subconsciously. He wondered what particular knack or interest had he noticed in little Alberto which could have prompted him into an action so decisive for the child.
"This is a magic ribbon", he said at last "if you spread it, it'd become as long as the river."
His father's words were just as unmindful or irrelevant as was his buying of t
HeridasTranslation available in Artist's CommentsHeridas7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No puedo decir que conozco cada rincón de tu cuerpo ...
Pero sí que he recorrido cada centímetro de tus heridas
Mis dedos se han hundido en ellas, algunas tan profundas que por un instante me permitieron tocar tu interior. Sin embargo, al ver tus ojos llenarse de dolor, dejé de explorar y me dispuse a sanarlas
Mis manos acariciaron sus bordes ásperos, que han marcado irreversiblemente tu piel canela
Sentí el miedo que despiden y me mareó el olor amargo que emana de ellas
Las limpié con mis labios y percibí su sabor a sangre vieja
Intenté curarlas con mi alma ...
Y ahora habito en ellas
swap meSWAP MEswap me9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All those dark secrets
You keep in a tin box
By the side of your bed
All those letters
That remain unread
All your tears
All your fears
and the madness
The bad days
and the nights
The dark clouds
And the rain
The band aides
And the pain
All the stuff that
to go away
Give them to me
For now they
To keep for
All I want in return
Is a smile that will burn
In my heart .
To Be a PunkRemove The Glitter from your FaceTo Be a Punk6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Replace it with a Smear of Dirt
Remember, it's not about Lace,
It's not about Hurt.
Self-Sufficient Survival In a Spined Shell
Necessary Denizens of a Self-Created, Wondrous Hell
Fire-Rust, Acid-Paint, Bleeding Beauty from the Hole-Punch Piercings
Metal, Flesh, Cloth, Scraped Knees and Brazen hearts.
It is not your Safety Pins, it is not your Skulls
It is not your Leather Glitzpunk Dolls
It's a Way.
It is an Awareness and a Bravery in its own Right.
It's not Glitz.
It's Embedded in Wit
The realization that Our Mortal Coil is a Malleable Thing
Push a needle through the skin, add another Ring.
It is not to be a Creature of Metal,
But to make your Body a mere Shell for a Soul
Painted, Inked, Needled, Clothed
To Reflect the Burning Awareness Within
And in This Way
A Single Person.
It is to Refrain from Becoming a Chalice,
Catching what the Cups of Leaders Overflow
Until skin softens and hair becomes
Snow white, inex
Republican and ProudYeah I'm a republican,Republican and Proud7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I don't like war.
Sure I'm a conservative,
But who's keeping score?
I support gay marriage,
And I'm also pro choice,
The media lies about us,
But don't we have a voice?
I'll respect your opinion,
If you respect mine.
Im tired of getting flamed all the time!
Dont hate me because Im for McCain,
Dont tell me Im living without a brain.
Im a republican, elephant, conservative,
and it might suprise you to know that
I Wish I Could CryAgain and again, hed look at those monitors. All those brain dizzying monitors. But hed always look at one in particular before closely studying all the others.I Wish I Could Cry7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The entrance to the SPK headquarters. The hallway that one would have to take to get to that room. Every time the albino boy looked at that monitor, he prayed hed see the blond male walking down that narrow hallway.
But every time that he did look Empty. The hall was empty.
If only he hadnt always been perfect. If only he could have failed at something . If only
If only Mello would look at him.
Not that cold glare that hed always received, no He had always wanted the blond to look at him.
His pale fingers continued to play with that old puzzle of his. The white one with the L insignia in the top left corner. The old one that he played with at Whammys.
With a soft sigh the boy stood, putting his puzzle away, deciding that he needed someth
Jo-Jo's Wishing Star Part 11When the rest of the family returned home, the Mayor was quick to explain the situation to his wife. The authorities would be coming in the morning to hear what they had to say and until then he had decided to keep Alyssa in the guest room. She was quite unpredictable at this point and they couldnt risk her running off. Jo-Jo couldnt sleep though. The thoughts of what might happen when Alyssas dad was confronted was just to much for him to handle right now. Turning over to face the window, Jo-Jo sighed. And to think, hed been thinking of wishing for Alyssa to leave.Jo-Jo's Wishing Star Part 117 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How could he have been so selfish? So far, all his previous wishes had come true and if Alyssa had actually been taken away, he would have never forgiven himself. Just because Jo-Jo was quiet didnt mean he was heartless. Then he heard something hed heard once before at around this time. Footsteps on the roof. Did his dad actually forget to lock the window?
Practically jumping out of bed,
SP - The Quest... -Chapter 1-SP - The Quest... -Chapter 1-9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The date was June 6th, 2006. Pip Pirrup should have seen it coming, but the importance of the date had failed to cross his mind, and he just wasn't expecting it.
As a fiery hole opened up in his bedroom floor at 6:00 in the morning, Pip found himself wondering what the meaning of all this was. It should have seemed odd, but it didn't. Everyone in South Park was used to such unusual things happening that a flaming pit suddenly appearing in the floor was but a mere speck in the grand scale of all things.
Pip sat up in his bed, staring. The hole seemed to be so deep that it could have reached the most abysmal chasms of Hell.
What Pip didn't know was that it actually did reach Hell... the seventh layer, to be exact.
A dark figure began to rise from the flames, and Pip was not surprised to see the glint of a distinctive pair of red eyes.
Damien Thorne had returned.
It had just so happened that he had spawned in the middle of Pip's bedroom.
The hole closed, and Damien looked ar
EndAlthough none of them had aged a single day, deep in their code, all the characters at Litwak’s Family Center knew that they were very, very old. For the past seventy years, they had been working day after day to keep children and adults alike entertained, and for most, that was a record to be proud of.End3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their only collective regret was that it was all finally coming to an end, for the original Litwak’s son had decided to sell the building and recycle the last few games that were his father’s legacy.
“Tamora,” Felix said softly, his voice gentle as he tried to coax her from her sleep. For a minute, when no answer was given, when she remained quiet and still, he was tempted to allow her to sleep, to spare her the fate that they all knew was coming. This thought was quickly tossed away a moment later, for he knew well enough by now that if he tried to pull something like that, she would never forgive him.
He never would have forgiven himself if he had tried t
Acceptance Ch 36**Yaoi Warning**Acceptance Ch 368 years ago in Teen More Like This
Ive been thinking Jos said carefully as he walked back into the room, voice muffled as he shrugged into a new shirt.
Uh-oh, Dev murmured from the couch. Hope you didnt hurt yourself.
Dev yelped as a warm washcloth landed on his face, pushing it aside and opening his eyes to glare at Jos, who raised an eyebrow in return.
Clean yourself up, hon, Jos said, smiling slightly. Parents are going to be home soon.
Dev sighed and did as told, watching Jos out of the corner of his eye as he did so. What were you thinking about? He finally asked.
Jos shrugged, pushing Devs feet off the couch and settling down, gaze trained on the TV screen. Its nothing. Fo
Gasoline Tears I watch the flame flicker in the palm of my hand. The tongues of hissing orange licking at my fingertips. It can't burn me. I control it. With calm, steadied breaths I can keep it stable. It's only when I feel anger that it lashes out, embers flying from my hands and charring the ground around me. Saddness, agony, misery, that causes it too. My tears splash into my little fire, but rather than putting it out, they add to it. Slowly, as I sob, the fire grows, not out of control like when I'm angry, just slowly building up. I cry. It grows. I cry. It grows. I see it getting bigger, I feel the warmth mounting in my hand and the tightening grip around my lungs. I can't help it, it hurts. Everything hurts. I cry. It grows. I can't stop it when it becomes too much one day. I can only watch on as my flame flies from my hand, wrapping itself around everything in its path. It stomps along the soft ground I'm seated upon. It wraps its seething arms around the treesGasoline Tears5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jo-Jo's Wishing Star Part 12When Alyssa had gather her things (which wasnt much more than some clothes and a few personal items) she and Jo-Jo exited the house and stood on the lawn waiting to see what awaited Alyssa. She would probably be taken away to live in a place just as bad as the one shed just escaped, possibly worse. Apparently she was thinking the same way because Alyssa was staring down at her feet sadly. They watched as the Mayor spoke with the three police men who had been left behind to take Alyssa for a moment until he nodded and walked toward them.Jo-Jo's Wishing Star Part 127 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alyssa turned to face Jo-Jo with the best smile she could manage at this point. I guess this is goodbye Jo-Jo .It was fun. With a slight roll of his eyes, Jo-Jo raised his arms in front of him and motioned for her to give him a hug which she did without hesitation. Now he really felt guilty, but at the same time, he knew he had done the right thing.
They broke apart when the Mayor reached them and Alyssa sighed. Come o
Acceptance Ch 40 **Yaoi Warning**Acceptance Ch 408 years ago in Teen More Like This
Dad, you cant! Dev shouted, voice cracking as he darted into the room after his father. You dont understand!
Devon, I may not have all the details, but I have enough. I told you that I would explain, but his parents need to be notified.
Dev launched himself across the bed and grabbed the handset of the phone, hiding it behind his back and pressing himself against the wall as his dad turned and gave him an incredulous look, pausing in the act of removing his tie.
Dev, stop being foolish. Joscelins parents need to-
They are going to kill him, Dad! Dev could feel panic crawling through him, forcing him to struggle for breath. You dont get it. He has it bad enough already
HoPM Song by sammyluvsdannyHoPM Song by sammyluvsdanny9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Before I Can Introduce Myself
I remember that you were screaming at me
The first time we ever met
But then you were too busy shoving your tongue
Down my throat before I can introduce myself
Misted windows full of chill emptiness
No comforting whisper from the dark
To wake me from this nightmare of loneliness
Secrets from slumber hidden in the shade of my heart
I've seen him once hidden deep in my sleep
Now I can't let go off this dream
That I've had years before
And all that I've been wanted for
Was just an obsession he couldn't ignore
With his mouth by my ear his breath felt cold
And in my head his voice echoed
A ghost is just a shadow of a spirit, a whisper of a soul
And so his words fell like quiet leaves onto the snow
And oh how I wanted more
To believe you really loved me
And now I just keep pretending
Waiting for the ending
I remember that you were screaming at me
The first time we ever met
But then you were too busy shov
See You AgainWreck-It Ralph: 50 Themes- 50 DrabblesSee You Again3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was odd, Calhoun decided, not to fall asleep to the sound of buzzing cy-bugs.
The sergeant lay in bed—a real one, with sheets, and puffed pillows, and warm blankets—her hands tented over her stomach as she gazed up at the ceiling in quiet thought.
Here, there was no whirring of machinery, but instead the soft chirps of crickets and the occasional breeze. You didn't hear the echoes of rounds behind fired in the shooting range, or the mumbled curses emitted from her platoon in their sleep.
Tamora was not used to the quiet.
In Hero's Duty, silence was normally a bad thing—meaning something completely and utterly awful was about to happen. In Fix-It Felix, Jr., however, it was not an omen of any kind—it just was. It was calm; and she was even less accustomed to calm.
Jarred from her pondering when Felix mumbled in his sleep, Tamora glanced toward her husband just in time for him to turn, wrap his a
Modern MagicThe witch Baba Yaga once baked herself breadModern Magic8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
out of spiders and liars and red razorwire
that was garnished with flowers from the vaults of the dead,
and sweetened with lye from a childs funeral pyre.
It was light as the crisp, cracking bones on the fields
and as sharp to the taste as the ash-scattered shards
that were all that remains of the swords and the shields
of the warrior king and his bold bodyguards.
In a chicken leg hovel at the edge of a wood
the witch Baba Yaga licks the dregs from the spoons
that she used to stir soup, spiced and thickened with blood
that the dying ones spilt from their widowing wounds.
But her low kitchen table will never be laid
and her bonewafer banquet will never be served,
while ghostly white whistles pipe a last serenade
as shes swept to the moon by the swerve of the earth.
The witch Baba Yaga in the coldness of space
weeping tears for the cage and her gingerbread home,
but icicled, weightless, they fly in her face
with the regular tick of
Race For Your Life, Vanellope Von Schweetz - Ch10Taffyta roared up the track, with thirteen other cars and the entire Sugar Rush police force hot on her trail. Ralph was perched on the back of Vanellope’s kart; Rancis was squeezed in next to Candlehead, just as eager to get his car back as he was to bring justice to the girl who stole it. High above the convoy of candied vehicles, Calhoun and Felix flew in on their hoverboard, with Sour Bill clinging to the back.Race For Your Life, Vanellope Von Schweetz - Ch103 years ago in Humor More Like This
The chase rounded a corner, and Taffyta snagged an A La Mode power-up without even meaning to. She glanced behind her and gasped; the gap between her and her pursuers was closing.
Calhoun drew her plasma cannon and took aim at the peanut butter cup kart below. “It’s a tough shot, but I’ve definitely scored tougher…”
“Jiminy jaminy, Tamora!” Felix yelped, clutching his wife’s waist in shock. “She’s just a kid!”
“Calm down, baby, I’ve got this thing set on stun,” Calhoun assured h