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SuicideThat moment when life shattersSuicide1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You watch your blood trickle to the floor
If it were any other moment you might just worry more
You drop the blade abruptly and watch it fall so slow
You really feel the pain now, as your tears start flow
Your laughter's turned to silence
Your smile gone and faded
Left with all the memories that will never be repeated
Your head falls to the side as you see just what you've done
Were the pills and alcohol really that much fun?
You're slowly losing consciousness and feeling that "pure bliss"
When in reality you're looking over and realize this is it
Memories come flooding in and loved ones cross your
SAW VIII: Chapter 8SAW VIII: Chapter 81 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
SAW VIII
Chapter 8
Odium. Wrath. Ire.
These words could describe Mark Hoffman's current emotional state. Odium that Mika disappeared without concrete answers for an afternoon, evening and the beginning of the night -again-, although he has spoken to her mailbox, that she should show up immediately with some utensils he needs. Wrath on John, because he sits here at all in this mess, just because has taken 'measures', in case Jill dies. And ire at himself, because he is dependent on a small, nineteen year old, vengeful girl. Mika is nice and reliable on -her way-, but something is wrong with her ... She seems to be so ... He can not say ...
Mirrors and MarbleYou're a snaking white lightMirrors and Marble7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down a mirrored corridor
Corresponding with my own
Imperfect contrition
I'm callous and careless
Caring less for carefulness
Or am I just winding up
The key in my back?
Or am I just grinding up
The love I think I lack
Or the fact that I lost in the cracks
One day I'll be less careless
One day I'll be fearless
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You're a beautiful white light
Shining in a marble chamber
Marbled with sin and virtue
That I built up with Some help
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.
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I have a jigsaw mind
And I piece together this
Glimmering image inside
Of love and bliss
I hope I can reach it
Like a gift
Living SandI felt the sandstorm batter and wear on my tattered skinLiving Sand2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wore a mask to protect my face and to hold it within
But a mask is all I wore, leaving myself out in the open
Naked against the painful winds like a billion insects stinging
And while my body is slowly sanded down to the bone
The mask yet covers my face so to the world it will never be known
How much anguish fills my expression when no one is around
That feeling has dug myself deeper down a hole far beneath the ground
And maybe if I took it off
And showed the entire earth
Of my pains and fears
And sorrows and what they're worth
And maybe if I were who I am
And if I were tel
Brony ProudThis is to all of you out thereBrony Proud2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Who hide things from the ones you love
Cause can't you see
you and me
are not so different anymore
(Chorus start>)
Cause I am
Brony Proud
Yes I am
Brony Proud
(chorus end>)
Now I know what your thinking
You may think I'm insane
But since I'm standing here and singing
It doesn't really matter to me what you say anymore
(Chorus)
Now you may try to sway me
You may try to stop me
But I'm telling you now
It will never work
But I hope now
That I've sang it
You will finally understand
The pain this has caused
The sorrow I've cried
And the trail of tears left behind
END
MMNSS First encounterMMNSS First encounter4 years ago in Teen More Like This
Masuugu Mae No.
First encounter.
"But mommy, I don't want to go and play with Angel; girls are gross!" Leto pouted in his car seat. Abigail smiled at her pouting son "And why is she gross?" Leto crossed his arms "'Cuz she's a girl." Abigail shook her head "Either way, you're going to play with her; me and her mother already planned out a whole day with you two in mind." Leto stuck his tongue out at his mother and continued to pout "Girls are still gross."
They arrived at a park where Angel and Haru were waiting for them. Abigail unbuckled her seat belt and leaned forward to undo Leto's restraints. Leto held onto his seat "I'm not gunna go
Dawn Bell Chapter 39Chapter 39Dawn Bell Chapter 3911 months ago in Settings More Like This
"Where am I?" small white filly with a pink mane asked as she looked around at her surroundings. There was no answer and it was quiet. She tried to move her body but felt a sharp pain travel through her entire body causing her to cry out. She then realized for the first time she had gained consiousness that her hooves were transparent. "Wha...?" she fell back and felt the sharp pain again causing her to wince. "Don't be alarmed little one," came a soothing motherly voice. "Who.. who are you?" she asked. She looked out into the distance but all that she could see was the same monotonus greyish white. "The real question is who are
Little Miracle MariaLittle Miracle Maria2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Story By Rayodragon
Writer By jrakob
In New Mexico of 500 people called Little Pueblo.
Little Pueblo is on the road to Prosperity because a Factory that makes vacuums opened next to the little down. Many people don't need to go crosstown to go do work, the company is very kind to the small down.
Eventually the Little town grows and great things are happening, But it won't last forever. One day at the Church Sagrado Corazón the father was getting ready for day of the Lady of Guadalupe. He went to the attic to get the Decoration for the celebration. When he went in, he notices that the whole attic was filled with Black widows, the fat
BonfiresBonfires will be litBonfires2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you're properly equipped
A soul like a matchstick
A life full of kindling
Some wood for the burning
But one must carefully pick
For you need dry wood to find your flame
Stagnant and self-centered birch or pine
You may not see it as wood in the dark
Flashlight illuminate and you will see in time
You haven't found the fire
But you've found the fuel
So now cast it aside
Like it's cast you
Let it's memory burn in your heart
As you'll watch it burn soon
See it crumbling apart
In a blazing tomb
And when that fire is let you'll know where you
stand
You'll watch the embers rise and feel the warmth on
you
Assembly Lines Pt. 2Clock in on timeAssembly Lines Pt. 22 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the assembly line
Where I watch another perfect product leave me
behind
Sent out to them
Across the world when
I stood hoping they would go where the defective
are sent
For that's my job
Recycling the lot
To be re-shipped again to someone more deserving of
loving thought
But mine didn't go there
She was far too good
Discontent in her state
Might have helped if I could
Maybe I was the match
But I'm no customer
And again I'm left standing
Endlessly waiting for her
...or someone
Alliteration and AdorationI hate hiding behind frailtiesAlliteration and Adoration2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fading lights and failed memories
Like living in the limelight
my being learns to love it
Overall it's obvious to me
how oblivious I can really be
Voltage from my various limbs
vaguely rekindle the vigor and vim
Endangering me with endearing
words three they aren't hearing
Yet it yields to come yonder
while I yearn for what you are
On and on I order my obscurity
to over-compensate my absurdity
Until I understate the undeniable
truth that I keep underlying
Little CirclesLittle circles cycle through meLittle Circles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spinning around the spindle
In a sea of solid self
Sorry it has to seem so sad
Sorry it's such a sordid cyclone
Suffering in solemn speeches
Silently staring into the abyss
Sighing about the something missing
Slightly disfigured from sleeplessness
I've sent my spent body seventy times
And softly I sang sad songs
And several times I sensed signs
Yet still we won't listen
But there's cynicism in sickly corners
I've said so many sinking syllables myself
And sore speech has passed my lips
And sinful messages singed my psyche
Sights flashed me lustful situations
And the sobering realities set me so
Commission: Cassia Hare Weight GainTrekking along a long road, a trail of smoke was left behind two travelers. One a female hare, the other a male rabbit. Puffing up her pipe, she blew through her pink nose, holding her head high and breathing in the serene atmosphere.Commission: Cassia Hare Weight Gain5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Won’t you just take a whiff of that sweet Mossflower air. Top hole, eh wot. Nothing like the sandy beaches of Salamandastron.”
“All I can smell is that cherry sassafras coming from you pipe.”
“Oh come now Teagray. Since we first met while I was 19 seasons and you were a measly 17, you’ve had to deal with my late patter’s pipe. And you’re bloomin&r
Her PrizeHe feared that he would be alone foreverHer Prize1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But he was simply waiting for her.
To laugh with her, to cry with her,
To comfort her, to love her.
Waiting to be her everything
He dared never dream of such a thing.
To see the joy in her beautiful eyes
You know indeed that he is her prize.
Now all that is left is to forget his past sorrows
As they walk hand in hand towards their endless tomorrows.
You're My InspirationA Hug was all it took.You're My Inspiration2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Your Smile said it all.
I was always Inspired by You,
but meeting you confirmed the fall.
You're an Angel,
A Hero,
The Light that makes me Cheerful.
You're a Healer,
My Musical Medication.
But Most of All,
You're My Inspiration ♥
You're My Inspiration,
Nothing short of a Revelation.
You're my Soul's Peace.
My constant Motivation.
Who you are Today,
is my future Aspiration.
You're an Angel,
A Hero,
The Light that makes me Cheerful.
You're a Healer,
My Musical Medication.
But Most of All,
You're My Inspiration ♥
You came into my Life as a Blessing
A Gift I am Eternally Grateful for,
dialogue practiiiiceWeiss kicks his feet out restlessly. “I think I’m going to kill myself.”dialogue practiiiice6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The other pauses in what he’s doing. “Oh?” He puts the knife down and looks over his shoulder. “When?”
“Mm. I don’t know. Soon. I can’t today, because you’re going to go and I can’t just leave her here, right? Maybe tomorrow.”
River smiles at him, cocking a brow. “I’ll be gone tomorrow too, mouse.”
Weiss nods. “Yeah,” he agrees, “but I don’t want to wait too long. Do you think you could help me get her ready?”
River kneels in front of t
stuff that makes me crystuff that makes me cry10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stuff that makes me cry, or want to cry;
Panic! at the Disco.
Ryan Ross singing.
His songs.
Hearing his voice in general.
His face.
His Tweets.
His everything.
July 6th.
Knowing that Brendon Urie exists.
The song "Trade Mistakes", or "Nothern Downpour" Live in Chicago.
Those rare times when Spencer Tweets.
Also knowing Ryan's band, and Panic will be touring this year.
One direction.
All of the boys, their voices.
Knowing that I have tickets to their concert here next July.
When you thought you could trust or believe in someone.
And you give them more chances, and let them back into your life but all they do is h
Air StrikeIt comes from nowhere;Air Strike1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a small sound of mechanics
then... it begins.
From the air, from my brain.
Strike after strike.
I am ill prepared; wandering about
in a haze. I see clearly or so I think.
I think and think and think.
Endless words, ideas, flowing from
my brain to my fingers, across the
keyboard; a furry of motion.
It seems endless. All enveloping.
It rains down, leaving destruction in
it's path. A hole here. Hearts, shattered.
My words, oh my words.
They cause fear in those new to this.
Babble to them, words mean all to me...
After sleep comes. I'll awake.
Know of the night's adventures.
I'll see my words lying abou
FragileThe words won't come to meet a simple question.Fragile1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Regarding feelings of the physical sort...
I feel like I fell off my bike;
No reason seen, force unknown.
My mind wanders often with lustful thoughts.
My thoughts, my plots, ideas flow flawlessly via a keyboard.
In person, they get stuck in my throat.
In real life; when another heart beats
within reach...
I cower.
Hearts are such fragile things...
I am the bull in the china shop.
Morning Glory: Chapter 2Chatper 2:Morning Glory: Chapter 21 year ago in Profiles More Like This
"Surprise!" What seemed like a thousand ponies shouted as Morning and AJ stepped into the large library. Morning's eyes widened as she took in the venue of color.
It looked like Rarity and Pinkie Pie collaborated together to decorate. Beautiful ribbons flowed over the railings to the stairs and along the ceiling. Balloons dotted the floor while a whole cloud of them floated above all the ponies in the room. A table with drinks and snacks stood off to the corner. Unsurprisingly, Spike and Rainbow Dash were chowing down.
An excited and bouncing Pinkie hopped over to Morning. "Whatcha think?"
"Wow, Pinkie! I've never had a party l
These watersFor thirty-two years I've tread these waters.These waters1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vessels, few; crews, ever changing...
Through calm waters I floated.
Through rough I held strong as no mercy shown...
Before I was Captain, I feared it's depth and darkness.
When shore side, the fear of being swept away enveloped me.
I know these waters now; read them like a childhood favorite...
Every word known by heart.
Each day, as the sun rises... I plot my course.
Knowing full well these waters have control.
SecretsI've been making secrets...Secrets1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
playing and plotting among friends.
Secrets, kept silent with just a glance.
Ones that may be remembered aloud
some day...
For now they lay softy pressed between silent lips.
Bringing a soft chuckle when an inkling
of what was surfaces; A sigh if it has yet
to become...
NumbThe normal distractions; my escapes from myself...no longer quiet my mind.Numb1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No longer bringing the smile I seek... the relief I crave...
Numb. Is how I feel...how I want to feel.
That state were you smile, free of pain, of thought, of worry.
Enveloped in the nothingness...
While the Earth keeps spinning.
The ants keep marching.
Oblivious to everything...sweetly numbed.
Sta.sh
