MistakeIf only I had known thatMistake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is what we'd become.
If I could go back,
Change what I've done.
You should know that I would.
Just look at what I've done now.
Everything is so broken.
If only I just know how,
Take back what I've spoken,
I would if I could.
But now it's too late,
The damage is done.
I took all the hate.
I want to go back to one.
Do I have to go away
Just because of one mistake?
Why couldn't it stay?
Was so much at stake?
I'm tired of pretending
There's no use of it now.
Is this really the ending?
Guess I regret it somehow.
Don't we all stumble?
Don't we all feel small?
Don't we all have trouble feeling humble?
Don't we all trip and fall?
But I don't understand
Why this thing has to be.
All that I know is the blame is on me.
AbuseI let out a cry as you shove me into the wall. I slid down to a sitting position. My eyes blurred by tears. But you don’t seem to care. You grab my arm and yank me back up. You keep yelling at me on how my school work goes.Abuse2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You try to be smart but your not!” You scream at me, “Your failing everything! If your so smart, why are you a failure!?”
You push me back into the wall and storm out of the room. Leaving me crying in the dark. I hear you break things in the other room.
The next day I go to school. Staying at the side. With a long sweater and jeans to hide all the new scars and bruises from the night before.
A girl rams me into the locker. The locks clatter from impact. I keep my eyes on the floor and try to hide my emotion.
In all my classes, I stay in my corner. The corner that’s in the far left corner. A place where I feel safe. Safe from pain.
At home, I stay in my room. Behind locked doors. Relying on thin wood to stay between me in the outs
Just a Taste.I knew what would happen.Just a Taste.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's why I slammed every locked door wide open for just one single night with you,
let my lips crash into yours, tasting you like fine wine, getting intoxicated off your texture.
I dared to sink into the pool of warmth you made, limbs desperate to touch, to brush,
your eyes eating me alive, tearing me apart, my freshly tainted lips confessing my desire,
while yours strung out fogs of smoke, hinting that this, too, was merely a guilty illusion.
Just a kiss, just a moment, just a memory relived a thousand times.
But I knew what would happen.
That's why I didn't push you to finish the sentences that you dropped, forgot unexpectedly,
why I didn't clutch you to my chest, whisper a coo in your waiting ear, dream of tomorrow.
My mind knew before my heart could accept that strange gaze that struck your coffee circles,
The past memories I choked up, that old flavor resurfacing when I finally put it all together,
But still I bathed in the emotion, luxuri
One Last SongThey didn't see the signs.One Last Song2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They should've read between the lines.
Her lifestyle they scorned,
and for this reason, they mourned...
She suffered in silence.
Her sorrow, a cadence.
With her life they had gambled,
but with her world in shambles,
they had gone all-in and lost.
They should've known the cost...
In front of the grave, a boy thought of the girl he'd forsaken.
He wished this was a nightmare from which he'd awaken.
He was her high-school sweetheart,
but they had drifted apart.
Once he had left her alone,
the suicidal thoughts found a home...
On her guitar, sad notes she played,
whilst overhead, a noose had swayed.
From quivering lips, she sang one last time.
Shutting out a million thoughts, she managed a rhyme...
"Mother, father, I have a confession...
This song shall never be completed,
for I battled with depression,
and depression succeeded..."
CutCut3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch me as I fall once again.
Watch me lose my mind to nothing.
Tell me I'm worthless
Tell me you don't care
Listen to my cry of pain
You don't care
I don't care
Watch me bleed.
These cuts can't go deep enough
The blade isn't sharp enough
Watch me bleed.
Close your eyes
Open your eyes
I am gone
Search for me
I am lost
Take away this pain.
Tell me I will be okay.
This broken mind is tearing itself apart
Leaving me in a pool of blood
I want to die.
So once again
Short Lived AngelShort lived AngelShort Lived Angel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I laughed as my friend grabbed the bag of some nerd in grade nine. He shook him until the kid looked like he was about to cry, and then dropped him, laughing when he ran away. This wasn't out of the ordinary for my friends; it was what we did, what we were known for. We were the jocks of the school, we had been since grade 7; being in a school that teaches K-twelve was easy because you never lost your status no matter what grade you were in. We were part of the popular crowd, so everyone loved us without even looking at what we did to the kids who weren't. Dalton slapped my back, breaking my train of thought, and I looked over at him.
"So Riley, you coming to the game tonight?" the crowd circled around us tittered at the question, the answer was obvious, and Dalton knew it; just trying to get a laugh from the group. I rolled my eyes and shrugged
just a girlimagine hearing the yowljust a girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a door hinge in the gloom of
you break free
from the sugary brain syrup
of your dream to see
him standing there, haloed by
the moon like a hideous angel,
wheezing and smoking a cigarette.
he blows a smoke ring and
displays his crumbling teeth
in a beastly parody of a grin.
alcohol hovers in a cloud around
his head. you feel an electric
spider of fear dance up your spine.
like a lion, he moves in
for the kill.
he is already hard.
he yanks back the covers,
a moth-eaten blanket that smells
of semen and mould,
parts your legs with ease and
invades your warmth like a
the pain, the pain, the pain.
hot breath of a dusty skeleton
against your cheek.
the smell, the smell, the smell.
just a girl, forever your ragged lips
form the words help me while
he bites your earlobe hard enough
to draw blood.
a silent scream erupts, an ejaculation
that matches his,
and you don't know if you can yell
Wings Part 3Wings Part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PART 3: Grey Wings!
I actually passed out from the pain . . . and of blood loss a couple times. The bend of my wings penetrated through, but it got stuck halfway, now the rest of the wing is trying to move upward, making the pain stretch downward to the middle of my back.
I'm up to three days now. It's dark outside. I think it might be midnight. So in technical terms it's been two and a half days.
Mom plans to stay home from work to stay by my side and dad is going to do the same. Dad decided to get a job in searching for people. Eighty-five percent of the time the people he searches for are angels or demons. Seventy percent of the time they're demons. He works all night so he can stalk immortals he can pinpoint and match that immortal with the picture he was given. The job is easier when the person he's searching for is immortal. If they're mortal it takes some time for him. Since he's good at hi
Wings Part 2Wings Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PART 2: It Starts!
I follow after him and into the house. Mom is already in the kitchen searching the fridge for something to eat to satisfy her pregnant craving. Since she and dad found out she's pregnant again she's been craving nothing but beef jerky dipped in chocolate milk.
Mom peeks around the door and sees me. "Honey, what are you doing home?" she asks.
"Wings are close to sprouting," my dad answers casually and kisses mom on the cheek.
"Yep. Your baby is going to go through a whole world of pain," he smiles.
"Thanks for reassuring me dad . . ." I say grimly.
"Sorry kid," he shrugs.
I turn over to mom with a grim look. "Why mom? Why did you marry an immortal?"
"How was I suppose to know all my kids wo
Dying for me (Germany x Prussia)Not Yaoi!!!Dying for me (Germany x Prussia)Not Yaoi!!!2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Slowly his body weakens and nothing I say or do can stop the death that was soon to consume his once powerful body. I try hard not to let tears slip through my eyes they can’t do anything to stop the process of his country that was going to be gone in a matter of days hopefully months or years, but they fall anyways at least not in front of him.
“West,” His voice was soft barely audible and he couldn’t even turn his head to face me as he spoke but on his pale face laid a smile, “Don’t *cough* worry about me…..” He stopped for a second and tried harder to turn his head towards me.
Instead I stood up and walked over to the side his face was turned to. I lightly touch his cheek, “Please Prussia. Don’t force yourself.” It made me morose to see him a once powerful nation. Die. I tried to maintain a firm composure in front of him. He always told me I looked un-awesome when I cried, but I couldn’t stop the tears from fal
The Boy in the CornerHe curls in the corner of the lit-up room,The Boy in the Corner2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching from the shadows
The women, they laugh, with pearls 'round their necks,
And men in fine suits sip from delicate glasses
Golden chandeliers hang from the ceiling
as society's elite mingle seamlessly
And the boy-
his face is unwashed, his hair unkempt,
but he watches, and he learns
and he sees
So he makes a vow:
Never be like them, the ones within the light,
the ones walking past his corner without a glance,
the ones laughing their polite, gilded laughs,
the ignorant, the ones never knowing
what it was to reside within darkened corners
That vow is kept:
the rest of his days is spent in the darkness,
lonely, bitter, not knowing what it was
to live within the light-
but he is never like them,
and that is consolation in itself