Teen Rydon 1*Ryan's POV*Teen Rydon 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Another day, another beating. What the hell else is new? I didn't even see it coming. That's almost impossible considering Trent Collins and his crew were the biggest guys at school. You can hear their thudding footsteps from a mile away. I did have my music blaring, but I should have just looked up to see that the halls had emptied in their wake.
It only took one punch. I kind of thought I was stronger than that, but I've been wrong before. As I desperately covered by face, all I heard was slurred profanities and something about a "fucking fag". I could be paraphrasing.
I should be in geometry right now, but I can't even see straight at the moment let alone prove congruent triangles. My home for the hour was the boy's bathroom in the north hall; the floor specifically where I was currently on the verge of unconsciousness. I tried to stand up so I could see what the damage was this time, but I dizzily stumbled to the ground. Defeated, I scooted against the tiled wall, wipe
Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 2Prom Night Ryden Chapter 2Prom Night 'Ryden' Ch. 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beware: Band Slash!!! Dont like it? Please dont read then!!!
The next day had gone pretty awkward for both boys. They avoided each other more than usual. Brendon had become quieter and everyone had noticed the change in his personality; especially Kaatie.
Brendon are you okay? She asked sitting down next to him at lunch.
Im fine, quit asking.
I called you last night you know?
Oh, I guess I didnt check my phone.
Right, like you could just miss 15 messages like that She mumbled. Brendon just returned her remark with a confused look.
Whatever Brendon, Im sick of this, youre always keeping things from me. She got up and stared at him intently, he didnt even flinch even though Kaatie was causing a scene. Seeing as she was obviously being ignored she screamed Were over. and left. Brendon still didnt move. His he
iWTHCarly ducked out of the room and almost ran down the hall trying hard to put distance between her and what she had just seen. Once she got to the girls restroom she ran in and locked the door behind her. "Oh my God" she said aloud even though there was no one in the room with her. She was pretty sure she that she didn't understand what she had just seen. The image of Sam and Freddie kissing was burned into her brain. "I guess there are some things you really can't un-see."iWTH4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What the Hell" she more or less yelled again no one was there to hear her. She had thoughts and questions running her head faster than she could process them. The first thought was did she really see what she thought she saw? She was pretty sure there was no mistake there. Sam had grabbed Freddie and forcibly kissed him. What had gotten into Sam? What did it mean?
Was Sam just messing with Freddie. That at least made some sense to her but that didn't look like a messing around type of kiss. Did Freddie like it? "He
Shadilver Chapter 14 c:"Well, alright." I replied, smiling at the black hedgehog beside me. I gently patted his head for fun, and watched him laugh a little.Shadilver Chapter 14 c:4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Now, Silv, save all of that affection for the baby. You shouldn't waste it on me." Shadow smiled, touching my hand and bringing it back down. I paused, and then looked at Shadow again.
"But...but I love you." I giggled. Shadow just smiled and responded with a nod. It also appeared as though he was in deep thought about something.
"Err...Shadow? Something on your mind?" I asked, slightly concerned. Shadow just shook his head.
"No," he responded, "I was just thinking about the fact that if we're going to have a baby...then won't we need food and clothes for it?"
My eyes widened when I heard this.
"Holy shit, Shadow! I'm 4 months along and we didn't even think about supplies for the baby!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up into the air frantically. My mood swings were obviously
All You Need IsIt's been months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds since I've seen you last. This is the obligatory count down since the last time something happened. Everyone has one.All You Need Is4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One month since some bullshit.
Three weeks since some other bull shit.
Four days since another kind of bullshit.
Seven hours since whatever other bullshit.
Six minutes since the last bullshit.
Twenty-two seconds until the next bullshit.
And everyone is always saying it, always singing "All you need is love," but no one actually really realizes what they're saying.
All you need is love. And also not to be ugly, or stupid, or to disagree with my beliefs.
In which case, all you need is to get the fuck out of my life, because no one can love someone who disagrees with them.
All you need is like beliefs.
All I need is you.
Two something months since the last time we had dinner together. Four or five glasses of cheap wine at some hole-in-the-wall coffee shop talking about who we're fucking and why we'
Midnight StrollThere is a place where no one knows,Midnight Stroll3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where fireflies live and nature wildly grows,
It is magnificent,
beyond these trees,
I'd take you there,
But I can't you see,
This is a place that can only exist,
If it is left alone to grow in bliss,
I yearn to show and long to share,
But I cannot bring myself to take you there,
The musings of such a splendorous display,
will urge you to amuse others this way,
The wild of this brilliance may come to extinction,
So this Midnight Stroll I must keep within.
WiredThe wires looping under skinWired3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are frayed, undone,
Lit up with blood and fire and
I know it's wrong,
to think it's beautiful.
Not Quite a Love StoryA rose by any other name would not be as sweet as youNot Quite a Love Story3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't lie, I just fabricate the truth
For a lack of a better inspiration
I need (need)
I NEED SOMETHING TO GO TO
YOU ARE MY MUSE
If music be the food of love
Play no more
'Cause every time you play me baby
My heart soars(MY HEART SOARS) x2
I try to resist you
But your love is like fire
A passion so burning
It melts every inch
Of clothes off me
If music be the food of love
PLAY NO MORE
eveningssunday.evenings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the old black clock tick
and you play with my hair
sleep drifts around us like
the tree casts rainy shadows on the wall, and
i trace patterns in the ceiling with
my eyes, exploring shadows.
i want to ask you who played batman
in the version i liked, but
i think you're already asleep.
your fingers explore my face as though
you've never felt it before
you trace my collarbone
and kiss my shoulders
and tell me to have the
i whimper about
my day, and
you hold me together
the chipped white door creaks
and the cat curls up on my knees.
it's quiet on our street tonight
it's quiet in our room
i wonder briefly where you end
and i begin
but then sweat drips
and time stops
and someone whispers
i love you.
i think the neighbor's having a party
her dog's going crazy, and
you can't stop laughing.
control.on tuesdays you ask mecontrol.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why i can't get of bed:
you say, is it because you
want control, is it because
you need control?
no, i say, i don't want to talk
about this right now
look, it's because
my mother's shoulders shook
when the alimony ran out, and
because i lied when i said
i don't want you to fuck me
in the back of your subaru,
and it's because the couch springs
are broken, i'm out of tylenol, and
there's this sick kind of hurt spreading
into my fingertips, lacing
deep down, i want this
to paralyze me
and maybe it's
because you're so perfect
from far away, so
perfect when you're drunk and
you tell me, it's because
i want control, i need
you won't let me
sleep, even though
i'm so damn
Only HumanCrying is normalOnly Human4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fighting yourself isn't easy
It never is
But coming to terms to yourself?
What is so wrong with that?
We are only human
As humans we cry,
Make love in the night
And sometimes fight
This is simply our nature
I love those who are different from me
Weather they are male or female
Despite their sexuality
Despite their race
Love is love
I have disorders
There is nothing wrong with that
It simply means I am different from you
I have my own unique twist
Whether it is dark or not
We are all flawed perfectly
Because if we were all made the same
Where would we be now?
Nothing but disgusting clones
We are unique in our own way
Nothing but love makers
Neurotic beings who only want truth
Such curiosity its arousing
This is what we are
And there is nothing wrong
We are only human.
I Exist for YouYour hand is on my chest. "I can't feel your heartbeat." you say.I Exist for You5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I nod, staring out the window, my mind on other things. I can feel your fingers, working their way under my bra, hot, burning my hidden skin. But it's just fat and flesh to me - even as the pulse in your tiny veins accelerates, excited. The backs of my thighs are sticking to the faded and frayed vinyl of the bus seat, because, for some reason, the heaters are on in late May.
"I love you." you say.
"Me too." I'm still not looking at you. The truth is, I can't feel my pulse either, and that scares me, more than you scare me.
Then your fingers are suddenly on my chin, forcing my head in your direction. "What are you thinking about?"
Without hesitation, I answer. "Children's names. I can't think of any good ones for girls."
You laugh, and it's like the Earth being born. "How about Miranda?"
I smile, and giggle, just for you. You need it, after all. "I like Adrianna better."
"You and your old fashioned names."
I tap you on th
salty insomniait was a quarter past midnightsalty insomnia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and everything spoke in the rain.
the trees, the windows,
all murmured softly
and the girl lying under the sheets
insomnia-riddled and morning-
crushed, she searched the darkness for
dreams she could only have while awake
and the monsters under her bed
so she pressed a hand against her lips
and tried to stop her lungs from crackling
evanescent snippets of sleep left her drained,
as though the rain had washed the rest of the world away
while her eyes were closed
and she had been left alone.
when she gave up on sleep entirely
[as she did every night]
she went to the kitchen and sprinkled salt
on her tongue.
it tasted like the sea they had swum in together;
like the soup he had tried to cook;
like the tears she hadn't been able to cry
since the nurse had pulled the sheets over his head
in the frozen hospital room
so she carried the salt back totheir bed
and curled up on his pillow.
Poets should never make ghost children.I whisper cheap metaphorsPoets should never make ghost children.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into your needy ears until, like
funeral flowers, they rest upon
the atlas of your mind. You
with your napkin love letters
and cloudy storm eyes
are the only one to ever
make my scaled spine quiver.
But, my veins ache
from consuming too much ink.
I am gagging on black blood
as it spills from your fingertips
to rest upon my lips.
You asked me once if I could read
the words carved into my limbs
like prophecies of you and I
we were written in the universe
of freckles dotting my thighs.
I tried to plot constellations
along this neurotic cadaver skin
and only managed to contradict you.
Relationships are like bikesRelationships are like bikes.Relationships are like bikes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You start off learning how to ride a bike,
Just like you start off getting to know someone.
You get used to the bike and you ride it have the time of your life.
You get into a relationship; fall in love, holding hands with a smile of happiness and a laugh of joy.
Time goes by and you get tired of the bike.
Time passes and you start to forget who you're holding hands with or who you're saying I love you to.
The bike begins to erode.
Your relationship begins to fall apart.
Then one day you're riding that bike and it falls apart underneath you.
You're relationship breaks and it's to a point where you have to walk away.
You try to fix the bike with all your might, remembering the feeling you had when riding it.
You try to mend your broken relationship, saying that you can fix it.
Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.
So don't compare your relationship to a bike that would fall apart.
Instead give that other a ring and make it car.
Drive off in the sunse
fat.funny howfat.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
society says shrinking
will make us more.
we believe it.
today i ate a
pack of oreos.
as i chewed
the hard cookie
the sweet filling
and e x p a n d
until i could
no longer fit
today i ate a
pack of oreos.
but what will it be
a celery stick?
meals getting smaller
until they are only snacks
snacks getting smaller
until they are nothing.
i hate this system
until you are zero.
i want this, too.
Darling, Would You?Darling,Darling, Would You?3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If I was to
String up little
All twined in my hair-
Try to catch them all,
In a quest
To know my soul?
If I was to
Hide a thousand
Shards of seaglass-
Try to find them all,
In a journey
To see my reflection?
If I was to
Pick a delicate
Toss its petals to the wind-
Pluck them from the sky,
In a dream
Of touching my heart?
If I was to
Give you a soft
Make us immortal
In a hope for nothing
But to cease to be alone,
Even for just a moment?
hiddena ghost held the banisters tightly,hidden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring through them at me
as i walked down the stairs.
"hey," she insisted, in a breathy little hiss.
she had been there yesterday too, i think
although i tried to ignore her
no place for ghosts in civilized society,
i always say.
what would the neighbors think?
once, she tried to crash my tea party.
she still whispers that she didn't,
her milky eyes lying to me,
lying like they always have.
i wish she would go away.
i've tried to banish her,
to hide her,
to lock her away,
but she always comes back.
that's the thing about ghosts, i suppose
they melt and twist and transform
they slip through the cracks.
she's very very thin, getting thinner by the day,
the little ghost
gray and faded, with a sad mouth.
i hope this means she'll be gone soon.
hiding her from the neighbors is so hard
and i don't know what they'd say if they
found out about her.
last night i had a dinner party
and it was going so well, i thought
people laughed and smiled at me
StayHe doesn't know her very well. He really doesn't.Stay4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But he wants her. He wants her like
-like, for example, he stayed online until one in the morning, until he saw the little green bubble next to her name, telling him she's there, and he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
She makes him laugh.
He makes her blush, and loves when she does it, how she hides her face in her hair, and dimples crease her cheeks.
She says things he doesn't even have to ask her to say, because she just knows. She knows he's as insecure as everyone else is, but the thing is, she doesn't mind.
He knows her heart is glass, and he doesn't want to hurt her, he really doesn't, but when there's an ocean and miles and miles and miles, it's inevitable.
He knows there's more than one way to break someone's heart. And she knows this, too, but at least he won't have to be around to see it happen.
But he wants her like sleep. He hasn't slept like this in so long.
She makes him sleep and sleep and stay.
Fault LinesSo this is the end.Fault Lines4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't think it's worth writing this. Not to you. You've done so much for me, but you've done so much more to me. Sun-freckled days were interrupted by staccato periods of dark, pinprick anger. That's fine. Be angry. But not at me. I can't fix my father or your mother or you. Nor would I want to. And I sure as hell won't be fixing myself.
I like to think that getting away will be worth it. I will ride off into a golden sunset of friends and school and life; you will stay here and bow your head and change your ways. I will come home and you will cluck over me and feed me until I burst and we will laugh again. I will think to myself, so this is what it's like. I can barely believe it. I will pick up and go away again. You will go shopping with your friends and clean less. We will be happy.
Now we sew ourselves into dusty chairs with cushions molded into the shapes of what we lost. We push and pull and bruises spread. Stiff silences bloom and we are alon
tea colored eyes and worried handsyou took my soul with you when you left, but you forgot to tell me what i should do without it.tea colored eyes and worried hands4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
but that's okay, my dearest, i can forgive you for that. you were always so forgetful with your tea colored eyes and your worried hands, and you took off in such a hurry that no one could blame you for neglecting such a small little detail.
you were beautiful. did you know that? you had a crooked smile and you were too skinny and your feet were too big, but you owned your imperfections with such confidence, such assuredness, that people would look twice and wonder if they were really imperfections after all. you made yourself perfect through sheer will.
sometimes at night i start to ache without you. all you left behind when you went were some pictures and a sweater and your smell. your smile looks fake in the pictures. i'm wearing your sweater. your smell makes me cry.
you know, when i close my eyes i see all those freckles on your hands. they stuck inexplicably in my mind, a piece of you i
Lies.Everything I was told was a lie,Lies.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the fairy tales, and stories,
were nothing but dreams up in the skies,
just basking in their glory.
I was never told these stories are fakes,
that they almost never come true.
They lied to me, so my heart wouldn't break,
they never spoke of people like you.
I wish I wasn't so gullible,
to believe these stories were real.
I wish they weren't so lovable,
but I see now they're as fake as steel.
These lies were shoved right down my throat,
and they set inside my skin.
But now it's time to shed my coat,
it's time to realize your sins.
You made me believe we were meant for each other,
you made me believe this was right.
I thought we could be like brother and brother,
now I just want to get through the night.
But I guess you just don't see,
the pain that I've been holding inside
is finally being set free.
lucid dreaming.wide awakei named the place harmony hill. it is always dark and cold and smells of dead leaves and burnt cloth, burnt hair. sometimes the sun comes out and hisses at me. i think the water of the river wants to devour me.lucid dreaming.wide awake4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
left foot. right. left. right foot.
and my fire orange dress trails behind me.
there are evil branches and sharp sounds of tall grass tearing the lace. but i think, it is better than society. better than society. the shadow of the tree to the side that looks like a spider jumps at me. and i think. better. better than society.
i dip my thin stick in ink, the stick dull from the scratching, over and over again. writing. why do i keep thinking about him. why do i keep thinking about him. i do not do this out of passion. i do not do it out of desire for dim candlelights, two silhouettes on the glass panes, my back bleeding red in streaks as we tumble over the edge. why do i keep thinking about him. i do it because he shines a calm yellow. he stands next to me and i can
The Transfiguration Of Alexandriai. "When I say I don't feel like being alive, I don't mean I'd rather be dead."The Transfiguration Of Alexandria4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are far from broken and yet trodden down deep where it hurts to some supposed god on high
and my love, it baffles the mind that you do not know that you are wanted.
But not one bit of this tragic mess has shattered you yet
and so I can only assume that it has made you stronger.
This is a part of your beautiful design.
ii. "I am landbred and have been earthbound all my days. I tire of walking about.
I wish to fly."
And so you were a migratory bird
that flocked from soul to soul and wanted for one anchored enough to share in your burden,
the weight of you and the world you believe you bear upon your emotionally emaciated shoulders.
(And they are fragile, these bird bones, and your lonely perch becomes a death grip)
You were not made to walk this earth.
iii. "We weren't anything, but we were in love. At least, I thought I was."
If only I knew you for nothing but a heartbreaker