Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure Chapter 25Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure Chapter 253 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Treasure Planet: The Real Treasure
There was an explosion, but it came from behind us. We made it. In front of us was Montressor spaceport. Everyone started cheering, even the pirates down in the brig.
"Woo-hoo! Yeah! Wow!" Jim screamed.
"You did it Jim!" I shouted to him, waving my hands and jumping up and down.
"Oh yeh done it, Jimmy! Yeh done it boy!" Silver shouted, running to the side of the ship. "Didn't I say the lad had greatness in 'em?"
Jim circled around, and leapt off his board, watching it spin off into space. Morph flew over quickly and covered him in licks.
"Morph! Morph, stop!" Jim laughed trying to push the little shape-shifter away.
"Unorthodox, but ludicrously effective. I'd be proud to recommend you to the Interstellar Academy. They could use a man like you!" Captain Amelia said.
"Just wait until your mother hears about this! We may downplay the life-threatening parts, though," Delbert said.
"Jimmy!" B.E.N cried, "That was UNFORGETTABLE! I know you d
HateI hate betrayal.Hate4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate pride.
I hate selfishness.
I hate gluttony.
I hate not knowing who to trust.
I hate violence.
I hate profanity.
I hate envy.
I hate knowing a close friend can backstab you at any given moment.
I hate slothfulness.
I hate sadness.
I hate depression.
I hate war.
I hate lust.
I hate pranks.
I hate poverty.
I hate trying to be social and make acquaintances only for it to blow up in my face.
I hate too much solitude.
I hate wrath.
I hate arrogance.
I hate violence.
I hate illness, physical or mental.
I hate greed.
I hate conceit.
I hate misogyny.
I hate putting myself out there, getting hurt and running back to my hole, only to lick my wounds and do it all over again.
I hate evil.
I hate cruelty.
I hate negativity.
I hate dishonor.
I hate misandry.
I hate murder.
I hate money.
I hate elitism.
I hate embarrassment.
I hate the darkness that is in everyone, for it can shape anyone into a cold-hearted prick, or worse.
I hate bloodshed.
I hate suicide.
I hate rape.
EvanesceThe city's destroyed, the streets are desertedEvanesce3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And somehow nobody has been alerted
The sky is overcast, it shrouds in dark grey
Everything that has happened on this fateful day
Just look at the buildings, or at least what's left behind
There's so much rubble nobody'll ever see what's inside
The half standing buildings that no longer have a ceiling
The people lying still that have no more feeling
Just the look on their face is enough to send you reeling
Because these cards aren't the ones you were originally dealing
Your face contorts with every turn of your head
And your nose shrivels from the stench of the dead
You knew this was coming, I mean, look at the city
This was all your plan, you knew it wouldn't be pretty.
Just a week ago, nobody was thinking
That this old artificial town was about to be sinking
It had just reached it's prime, and for a short time
On a one to ten scale, it was a definite time.
There was once a museum, but it was way in the back
However, you just had to follo
self-harm and suicideYou see the scars on my armself-harm and suicide6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And always thought I was calm
You thought I had stopped but no
I was in so much pain, I couldnt let go
I told you he broke up with me
Cant you understand and see?
I thought he was the one
And now have nothing to look upon
He said he doesnt love me any more
And cutting seems the only cure
Please look through my eyes and see my pain
That deep inside Ill never be happy again
To watch the blood drip on the floor
A smile forms across my face, theres a cure
Daily I think about self-harm and suicide
And I have to run and hide
The love of my life has forever gone
For deep inside he knew I wasnt the one
So Ill pick up this blade once again
Write on the paper without a pen
Dear Mike Im still hear crying
When deep inside I wish I was dying
You ripped my heart out and you dont care
You may as well keep it; I have no love to share
I did everything I could to show you my love
Held you close, hugged you, even thou
My NightmareI woke in the middle of the nightMy Nightmare3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
one hazy day not too long ago
I rolled tiredly off my bed
and glanced over my shoulder
at my girlfriend who was sleeping soundly next to me
I walked slowly down the dimly lit hallway
until I saw something out of the corner of my eye
I turned to face a stranger standing there
right in front of me
my eyes met theirs
but instead of fear
I was filled with sorrow and anguish
for a moment we both stood there
studying each other
from what we were wearing
and each others scars and bruises
to reaching down into each others soul
and seeing the torment we both shared
I saw their struggle and their pain
I saw the broken pieces of their heart
and the anger they held inside trying to repress
and I silently wondered how they could still be standing
a tear rolled from my eye
my heart began to race and I tried
but I couldn't catch my breath
I could feel my entire body start to shake
as a million thoughts raced viciously through my head
Watermaine has the most beautiful beachesWater3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tan sand and cold, atlantic breezes
the waves there are tall and full of might
so when i walked in i put up no fight
dad was off, playing with my brother
a chance like this, i'd have no other
no one would miss little ol' me
no one would miss Percival nobody
the current pulled me under
the surface was a blur
the sea had me enthralled
throwing me around like a rag doll
air escaped past my tongue
and the need for more burned my lungs
i sunk down deeper and deeper
my mom... i just want to see her
be wrapped in her arms once again
and know all the pain is finally at an end
her hand in mine, pulling me from this turmoil
my face breaks the surface and i'm dragged to the soil
he laughs, he laughs... again... again...
and all i want is for it to end
Gabe is crying
does he know i'm dying?
i was not with mom, she did not save me
of course, not even she would want Percival nobody
sometimes, it gets to medo "normal" peoplesometimes, it gets to me3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
have to find people
who support them being alive
do "normal" people
have to find people
who accept their love for another
do "normal" people
have to be told
"i have no problem with you being here"
do "normal" people
have to find people
who will "help them be themselves"
if "normal" people
don't have to waid through millions
to find one person
who "needs" to say
they support them, accept them, have "no problem" with them, and will "help them"
why do we?
there is nothing wrong with us
why do we /need/ to be told these things
why do we have to be treated
like we have some sort of disability
why can't i just tell my friends
"hey, I'm transgender"
and have them respond
"oh, okay, so did you see the game last night? crazy, huh?"
i just really really hate
that we have to be told
"we still love you"
"I'll support you no matter what"
"i don't have any problems with people like you"
it just feels like they're taking pity on us
but i don't want their pity
vulgar dressingsthere is something terminal and sickly in the way you inhale me, so rotten that my toes will curl inwards on themselves and roll until my innards are being pushed through my mouth like a tube of toothpaste. do you want that? no, honey. sure you don’t.vulgar dressings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the facts are as now: you drink too much for your own good, the lighter enjoys the gnaw of your flesh more than I (see how rapid it is as I burn you at this moment), that the world is turning and I’m fucking another man and you’re lying on some moth-eaten carpet, wondering who the hell I’ve been with and where the hell you’ve been. and I wonder how well I sound faking orgasms.
the world still spins around the sun, somehow managing not to falter in keeping us on her skin. but I know she doesn’t give a fuck. give the sun a few more sun-days (time it takes the sun to revolve) and we’ll be like fucking mercury, melting in pools of our own flesh while the sky alights with lightning and our backs
pain can give you sight or make you blindleaning into me, he tells me how i am like a bead on a necklace. this is all he says. the air feels light, somehow not feeding my lungs in any sort of way that makes me feel good. nothing fills me properly, and before he gets closer i stare in a wasted, dejected sort of way at the scattered moonlight that comes in through his bedroom window, the way it is blueish and cold and touches my arms sweetly.pain can give you sight or make you blind3 years ago in Letters More Like This
we move again. we feed on each other, our skin abnormally alive in the way it only can be when we are touching this way. i am a love poem, because my eyes are closed. when i open them, i am a love song, and the rhyming becomes apparent. when his mouth opens in-between kisses, or maybe in the midst of their ends and beginnings, i can see his teeth. i wonder what he sees, sees as i stare into the dark thin brown line of his eyelashes, closed gentle, brushing cheeks and noses and lips.
when he touches me, it make
bulimiain the nightbulimia4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
you lie awake
you know well
its food you crave
you rise and go
down the stairs
till your stomach tears
so much food
it physically hurts
and then disgrace
you feel like dirt
the bathroom calls
you lock the door
you know by heart
is the first part
then the fingers
down the throat
the gagging starts
you cough and choke
up your neck
that burning feeling
it hurts so much
but this addiction
the need, the urge
you know its bad
yet you still purge
from your eyes
you cry and shake
then you arise
the word disgusting
through your head
better off dead
you promise yourself
tomorrow will be different
you wont eat
youll hold opinion
but the next night
you lie in bed
when craving started
you rose and fed
then the cycle
the hundredth time
been on this train
fail at something
as form of easement
of food and guilt
ReveriesReveries3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I love the place where the tall grass grows
where my dreams fly high
and fears run low
where people are who they want to be
and all the pretty things
live long and free
where language is spoken in every tongue
and we know what we've said
when all's said and done
I love the place where the birds can sing
softly and sweetly
and the bells can ring
at the end of a day when we can rest
the sun sets for us
far away in the west
where the clouds are white and the sky is blue
where the rocks are smooth
and the breeze is too
where the sound of music can be heard all day
where if we get lost
we can find our way
I love the place where the caged bird's free
I love that place
that I see in my dreams
carnivore stainsYOU BECOME HUMAN WHEN YOUR CHEEKScarnivore stains3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
FLUSH AND YOUR GIGGLES ARE TRAILS
OF INNOCENCE ESCAPING THROUGH YOUR MOUTH.
before that you are a demon.
a purple bruise,
beating and wrinkled creature with eyes
cut into diamond ends that retract the light
placed on it in razor-sharp reflections.
you crawl forth into the world with an aching
squeal that could even make the heavens
bow to their knees,
make your mother bleed
like the first day of Woman.
your nails, nine months grown to fit that
of a clover's lucky leaf, sharpen like nails in the floor-
board, and your mother is a prune in which
her womb is lined with your exit marks.
your nails sweetly trim her bottom-lips
so that you will be the last thing
to break her, the first to make her,
the one to kiss her for
The Mildly SuicidalSilence fallsThe Mildly Suicidal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it's you and me once again
It's my tactic-
To turn my back
I'm disgusted by your possession over me
What if I want out?
I don't argue
You'll win anyway
So material rules again
Reality, claim my bones!
I am the mildly suicidal-
Too attached to my hatred to die
They say it doesn't matter
That it's all in my heart
Perhaps that's their survival technique
Yet, am I alone in this struggle?
I wish I was only gay
That would solve my case
I don't know myself well enough to say
That perhaps it's something deeper
Today, I woke up in the wrong body
I don't know what else to say
This is my technique
I am the mildly suicidal
ConcentrateI concentrate on the wrenching pain in my armConcentrate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They whisper about me
I try to ignore it
They're glancing, switching glares
All at me
What do they want?
Do they notice my secret?
They point at me, whispering amongst themselves
What are they saying?
I bite my bottom lip
Paranoia strikes, wrenching my mind
Walk away. Walk away.
RUN AWAY. But I can't
I'm blocked, I'm lost
Fills my head, going insane
I want to scream
Leave me alone!
Don't touch me!
They laugh and giggle
I cover my ears
Until they finally leave
Leave me in my misery
To concentrate on the pain
Just in this corner
Clenching my arm in silence.
somedayi just want to sleepsomeday3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
secure, holding someone's hand
and feel full of love
i don't know who you are, but please remember me❦i don't know who you are, but please remember me3 years ago in Letters More Like This
when i am looking at you, the days whip by, hurtling me through strange replications of time, of moments. my insides are spun through the glaring plumes of a black hole, sharp refractions snagging on my cartilage, and my bones revolve, my skin snaps in the disquiet below. my blood runs backwards, is coloured onyx and smells like dirty silk.
i am in the grocery store, picking up pears and searching for bruises, wondering what happens to the damaged ones. the cashier looks at me and i smile, and she smiles, and i wonder if she notices how my eyes are vague and detached, how someone has reached down and snipped the red and pink threads that hold my mouth in place.
she says nothing. i have loved you too much, to the point where golden long grass blows and i can hear your name shivering in the low moans of wind. your name is warm and leaves my skin quickly, the feeling of stepping outside, barefoot on ice, no coat. i have gotten drunk on the syllables of your name, coas
childhoodhe has his headchildhood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
towards the heavens, bent
along the line of sofa
waiting for the rain.
and i can smell it,
lavished on his tongue
'round my head
in strong moonshine
telling me to quiet
i want them to be real.
no one is real, kait.
he falls asleep with his
back to me, and i
with my back to the stars.
acquaintancesforms fallacquaintances3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
over the entrance, because my
door is not wide enough
'cause my chest is too small
it wasn't that the latch was
it was that i don't invite
daily routine.you wake up, get dresseddaily routine.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and try your best not to think
of empty spaces.
For YouI wish I could love youFor You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like I know you deserve
Because since the beginning
Within me, you struck a nerve
I wish I could have met you
When I was tried and learned
So I could give you the sky
The moon and the world
For I would climb mountains
If only I knew how
To find you at the summit
And bend double in a bow
We would stand together, gazing
Through life, death, and beyond
Our silhouettes bonded
Outlined, as the day dawned
Hade's RoseHade's Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a star
shining brightly from
you my love
is the sun...
warmth from the traces of your touch
bearing deep into me
making me love you
your light...so bright...
desires come forth
Sweet flower that blooms
in the realm of tanatos....
could come...to love?
something this gentle...