Rejection and FollowingIsn't it funny,Rejection and Following3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How so many of us want difference,
Want a new, and better tomorrow?
Yet, we are too scared.
Scared to stray away from the crowd,
To be sought out and picked upon,
Because we dare to change,
Dare to deviate.
Ah, yes, so many
Thoughtful ideas, lost
In an entanglement of common interest,
And self-absorbed leaders.
Stand UpSo many say they wish for change.Stand Up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many brag that it would be so much better
In their views.
So many tell me, they tell me this world, society
As it is is corrupt!
Not one of them as put in the effort,
Not one of them as gone out,
Talked their ideas, or tried to change,
Or really do anything about it.
Perhaps it is the fear of exclusion?
The fear that, because new colors arise,
Accepted they will not be.
You say you hate the people run the world,
Though, you are too fearful to be pushed away
From the very people you speak of?
Humanity never ceases to amuse me.
Random Quote of the Day 12"There is a fine line between being immature, and being young." ~DCIIIRandom Quote of the Day 123 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Random Quote of the Day 10"Sometimes, it is what is not said that hurts more than what is." ~DCIIIRandom Quote of the Day 103 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Random Quote of the Day 11"Only the strongest people are given the hardest lives. Prove it right and never lose strength." ~DCIIIRandom Quote of the Day 113 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Random Quote of the Day 15"It seems we judge, separate from our differences and create groups of those who portray similar qualities not because we fear of being different, because we fear of being all the same." ~DCIIIRandom Quote of the Day 153 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stolen From Your GraspHave you ever had somethingStolen From Your Grasp2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever experienced something
You never wanted to end?
Did it exceed all expectations,
And make you feel on top of the world?
Have you ever had that very thing
Stolen from you?
Has that thing ever been snatched from
Your grasp, no matter how tight you thought you held it?
Did you wish you fought for it back,
Day after miserable day you drag along this world?
Do you ever wish
You could have done it sooner?
Or that is perhaps never happened at all?
16th16th3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why does this all seem new to her?
This drug, this life saver, this feeling
Everyone calls love.
She's fallen into it, out of it,
So many times, it's like a routine:
Fall in love,
Get her heart smashed to pieces,
Or, even worse,
Break a heart,
And feel the guilt of it resting in the back of her mind.
All this experience,
Yet this feels oh- so- different this time,
As if talking to him makes her feel at peace,
Away from the worry, the pain, the stress
It's a feeling she's never had before,
And she loves every second of it.
How strange is it that her heart skips a beat when he compliments her?
Is it a coincidence that even the mention of his name brings a smile to her face?
Or that he makes her laugh every second of the day?
If this is love, she never wants to leave him.
No Poetry IINo poetry was written,No Poetry II6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No fairytales were told.
By a girl turned into woman,
by a woman who grew old.
All the fantasies of childhood,
Drowned inside her heart.
Consumed by sense and reason,
A poem torn apart.
She married someone clever,
And watched her children grow.
And never thought of playgrounds,
And dreams of long ago.
And as she raised her daughter,
To avoid tragedy,
She told the girls no tales,
And read no poetry.
She brought up a young woman,
To be sensible and sane.
The child would know no dreaming,
So she would know no pain.
She never thought of castles,
For she was no princess.
Her life full of achievements,
Never knew happiness.
All poetry forgotten,
All fairytales were lost.
But she made lots of money,
So never mind the cost.
Who am I?Who Am I?Who am I?3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I am a sleepless daughter of Hypnos.
I am the Night that came unto light.
I am Horus the all Mighty.
I am but a humble Messenger
And a forgotten orphan.
I am a ravenclaw
Of the first cohort
And the twenty-first Nome.
I am a hail storm
Of the south wind.
I am an airbender.
I am Hope,
As well as destruction.
I am a Mormon.
I am that girl nobody talks to in the corner of the room.
I am that kid in the background that's terrified of something as simple as a dance.
I am not a figment of anyone's imagination.
I am secretly your best friend.
Little Boy BleedingLittle Boy BleedingLittle Boy Bleeding8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There once was a boy who lived without joy,
His friends called him 'Little Boy Bleeding',
When they'd go to the park he'd sit home in the dark,
Under a red light, reading.
'What's he reading?' They'd ask as he embarked on his task,
And he'd say, 'Guys my heart needs feeding.
I sit in my flat to see where I'm at,
'Cos sometimes my feelings need heeding.'
But what was he reading, this Little Boy Bleeding,
Was it Shakespeare, Shelley or Poe?
And what was he heeding while his heart was feeding,
Keenan, Yorke or Simone?
The medium he took was alas not a book,
Or a poem or play now we know,
For slowly we learned that while his heart burned,
He ingested the purest emo.
Whenever his friends tried making amends,
Or ever called him on the phone,
He'd always reply in tones somewhat shy,
'I'm alright, leave me alone.
Seriously guys, no need to advise,
Please, just leave me alone?'
Listening to sadness and songs which brought madness,
He even wrote one of his own:
"Why cannot yo
SnowmanYou are a snowman.Snowman4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You are depended by your surroundings to survive,
the parts who make you who you are, seems so important to you.
The hat and the scarf are your belongings,
They are yours.
They make you special.
you need all the space it takes to make you even greater.
You take and take to make yourself bigger.
The more snow the better.
You are afraid of melting,because then you will lose what belongs to you.
You will lose what you think you are.
The sun is your enemy, it makes you become water,
it being strong and bright, melted you and
took everything you had and gave them no purpous.
You worked so hard and waited so long to become that snowman.
All melted away.
You dont stand out anymore.
Desperate thinking you will be ignored and have no meaning.
But as you think giving up the pride of being special faded,
you now lay against the earth connected with everyone else giving the world around you life and a chance to flourish.
True FearTrue Fear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit and watch as my happiness runs around me
I look down tears begin to form under my eyes
they spill on to the floor my happiness stops
and comes to my side i pick it up and throw it
it lands across the room it falls to the floor hurt
I feel a smile come to my face a sinister smile
i get up and look at the happiness lay there
emotionless i laugh it tries to get up but it knows
it's been defeated I walk away i talk to myself " I
will never need that rotten thing no now that ive
got hate" i walk only stopping when i reach the window
I look down and on the window's edge I go
I sit watching as the world turns dark, children
becoming monsters adults ready to leave this
place this world of hate and torror I begin to laugh
"this place is a bitter world always being taken over
by the things we always push away" I jump down talking
to the air "the one true thing to fear... Is the fear of being
taken over" and down i fall untill my emotionless body
lays on the ground leaving this place of ter
so perfectly imperfect youI've finally realized why I've fallen for you,so perfectly imperfect you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before it was so simple to say why,
why I didn't understand
and whenever you asked
I'd reply simply that it was because
you were so perfect,
"that's not a real answer."
Now I've realized that
You aren't my dream guy.
Your eyes don't twinkle,
you don't have the perfect smile,
and you don't have all the answers.
And now I understand
that you're not the guy of my dreams,
you're better than that.
Your eyes don't twinkle,
they shine in a constant smile.
You don't have the perfect smile,
you have a lopsided one with the cutest dimple.
And you don't have all the answers,
you keep me guessing and you lead me on an adventure
together with you
to discover them all
You're better than any guy I could ever dream up
because I can grasp you and hold on tight
and feel safe.
Because I can steal your sweatshirt
Pathological LiarIt is no mysteryPathological Liar6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That your lips only speak of fictional stories
You use to compose your identity
Not a word you speak has any resemblance with truth
For you are made of a thick façade of lies
Whether it be big or small, you care not
As long as there is no glimpse of honesty
Underlying in the words you speak
For the revelation of truth is what you fear most
I know that those lies masquerade
An overt denial of unpleasant realities
I know that deep down you are a tormented soul
That lies provide you with relief
A relief you long for
I know that you are a stranger in your own body
But you have lost all credibility now
Your lies are inconsistent
You are no longer a father
But a manipulative man
That only breeds chaos in our family
Your deception is no longer welcome
You, Dad, are no longer welcome in my life
Now it is my time to neglect you
The way you neglected me
For the way you abused my mother
For the emptiness you have left in my heart
As I grew up without a father
For all the pro
Art Trade: FelixReaderxLoviYou sighed as you walked into your new school. As much as you loved Italy and everything, you missed your friends back at home.Art Trade: FelixReaderxLovi3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You sighed, thinking about the last month of your life.
Your Nonno died a month ago. That convinced your mother that you and she had to move to Italy to stay with your now single Nonna. Now, you were living in Florence, Italy and you knew no one. You were just glad that you came over enough summers to know your Italian.
You creeped down the hallways, trying to not get noticed by the throng of Italians around you. You made it to your first class, which was art. Art was what has been getting you by the past two months. You found yourself sketching your Nonno a lot. It made it seem like he wasn't gone.
You sat down in a desk at the back and waited for class to start. You put your pencil on the desk and scooted your chair up. You looked at your desk again and you sighed. You should have known that the pencil would roll off a slanted desk, duh.
You scooted back aga
Cowboys at Dusk Part 8I opened my eyes to the sun sining on my face. I sat up in my bed and rubbed my head. The door creaked open and I saw Leli, the nurse from earlier walk in. She was carrying my clothes, all of them. I brought the blanket up to cover myself and looked out the window.Cowboys at Dusk Part 83 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I washed your clothes and repaired them for you," She said.
"Thank you," I continued looking out the window.
She left the room and I was alone. The sun was warm and inviting but the bed was much more comfortable. I lay back down and looked at the celing. Then I heard it. The metalic neigh. It was more frantic than angry. People outside started yelling and screaming.
"Don't let it escape!"
"They must burn in hell!"
I sat up again and heard footsteps from the hall run to my room. The nurse had run back to my room and she was pale. Gibson and Tony came in after her both as pale as her.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Shut up we have to leave now," Gibson came over and helped me up.
"I need to know what's going on outsi
'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - Part 10'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - Part 102 years ago in Romance More Like This
[minor nudity and language. ...8D]
---'Just Be': Part 10---
Eren Jaeger was dripping from head to toe with bathwater, donning nothing but a towel around his waist as he hurried in frantic pace through the hallways of the bath house. In tow behind him was Armin Arlert, who looked just as bewildered (and red-faced) as he was. And trying desperately not to drop his towel.
"Oi. You guys!" he said loudly, demanding attention. "I heard Connie freaking out in the changing rooms just now - and was that [First] wandering around in here?!"
With footsteps that squelched with water and left shining puddles on the steam-slicked tiles, he approached the crowd of men that were, for some bizarre reason, packed tightly in front of the laundry room door.
" Guys? ..." Eren stared at them, dumbstruck. "What the hell are you all doing here? Gathered around like this... the fuck is going on?"
None of them answered. Once Eren took the time to visually survey the situation, he immediatel
My Eyes"The sunrise is my favorite part of my day," he said, setting his hand lightly on mine. "New chances look like sunrises."My Eyes3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What does a sunrise look like?" I asked quietly.
For a moment, I thought the only answer I was going to get was his silence, but finally he replied, sounding like he was struggling a bit. "It's blue with pink and purple streaks and a little tiny yellow ball just coming into view."
"What does purple look like?" Purple had sounded the most appealing out all of them; it felt nice when I said it. I wondered what it looked like to see it.
"Well Right now there are two different purples. One looks well one looks royal. It's something majestic that a queen or king would wear. It's noble. The other is soft and muted. It looks quiet, almost like its understated and overlooked but it's beautiful because it looks so friendly."
"This pink looks how a flower feels," he answered, sounding a bit more confident, and I heard a rustle as he picked up
casual blasphemyfor the past four yearscasual blasphemy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’ve been in love with a boy
who’s too busy loving life to notice
I exist. I don’t think he’s ever seen me
past his tunnel vision living--
I’m in love with a boy who
wears black gauges and swears
he’s a deist who’s fed up with
the backwards-fucked system
that governs our lives; he talks to me
about the symbolic importance
of hunger and need and rebellion
and isolationism and death as
Orwell and Golding must have written it,
and, god, I just want to crack open
my ribs so he can see the literary
starvation destroying me, the not-quite
metaphoric devastation of my liver and
paper cuts scarring my heart. I want
him to talk to me about the reasons
we ought to avoid college
and capitalism and commitment and explain
to me what this all really means.
[I want to be so unflinchingly honest
with you that it will be as natural
and sinful as all the others
before, just without the glare
of bare skin and self-hate. I want to tell you
Deception - Short PoemsPhotographs can tell the most beautiful liesDeception - Short Poems5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It can capture insincere emotions with such credibility
That you, yourself can be fooled by your own façade
Just like this photograph of you and me
Where our lips meet in a tender kiss
Unveiling our love story to the world
A story filled with heartbreak and agony
And yet we seem so happily in love
That I can dissolve in the solace
Of this photographs sweet deception.
I fabricate a smile
To deceive all those who surround me
Just so they are unable to enjoy the pleasure
Of witnessing my pain.
Our hearts deceive our minds
Into believing that our love is reciprocated
When in truth, it is as one-sided
As the reality of a two-faced lie
When Id least expect it
Youd creep into my mi
I Have ChangedI Have Changed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My tears, they won't dry for awhile
My blood, it will flow for some time
My fears, they keep me alive
But in the end
This is the real me
Not the portrait you once knew
I have changed, and so have you
Dear Writer's BlockWriter’s Block,Dear Writer's Block2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We’ve known each other for quite some time now. Ever since I began to take writing seriously and began conjuring up stories and posting them, you’ve been by my side. I don’t think you’ve left for a second. Whenever I’m at my computer, ready to start typing, you’re there.
But that’s the thing…I wanted to write this to you because; you see…well…I think it’s time you start seeing other writers.
I know you like my stories, but that’s just it! Whenever you’re around, I can’t concentrate. I’m left staring at a blank screen or an unfinished sentence. I know the words are somewhere in my head, but with you, I can’t get them out.
Not being able to write out my thoughts puts a lot of stress on my brain. I feel like I’m a bad writer and I sometimes lose hope in my stories. Because of you, several of my older stories were cancelled before even making it far. You discourage