the sea salty sweet withthe sea salty sweet with10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
birdcry (the sea salty sweet with)
the sea was his womb;
the salt the waves the sea
the boy, he counted waves:
and said: I'll live to be that--
-- old man drowning & crow-
birds cawing &
let's pretend he is deaf:
and the waves have number but not
the sound of rushing past quickly. the
old man doesn't stop drowning, though
a croak, silent & open-mouthed desperation,
carries him under.
Letting GoI've heard advice:Letting Go5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"It's completely impossible to find a guy who won't hurt you,
So go for the guy that makes the pain worthwhile."
Do you make the pain worthwhile?
Or am I destined to spend eternity doomed,
Loving you without any hope of return
I need you,
But I can't have you
You make my days worthwhile
You make life bearable
But only when you seem to be my friend
It may only be pretend,
But it doesn't matter
I need to let go
Let go of you
But how can I?
You mean so much to me,
How am I supposed to let that float away?
GravesIf everybody died, I don't think I'd careGraves3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You can't miss somebody who never was even there
They say I need help, they can fuck themselves
Heaven isn't worth it, I'mma rock it in hell
Your blood, it spills, It makes me laugh
Your love, it kills, now your head is cracked in half
These voices i hear, they scream in my head
And I'm starting to think, I like everybody better when they're dead!
I don't wanna sleep, turning the safety of the gun off and on.
I can't help it anymore, I just wanna fucking kill everyone
I'm tired as fuck but I don't wanna sleep
because they're waiting for me, deep in my dreams
covered in blood, created by screams
and tears that stream under the moon's gleam
Played out with a wicked theme.
Oh my fucking god, what the fuck is wrong with me?
I even tore out my own eyes
but the image is still burned in my fucking memory!
whenever somebody talks, I think they're trying to drill me
I'm paranoid as fuck, and I keep thinking every body wants to kill me
The doctor said it
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 12You watched in silence as Tootles tended to the tiny campfire. His slim frame was bent over the crackling embers as his hands fanned the flames higher. The flames danced and grew under his skilled and practiced movements. The fire below him cast a warm orange glow all over the planes of his smooth pale skin. Your heart instantly began to ache for him. A boy his age should be in high school living with his parents and flirting with girls. He shouldn’t be starting fires, hunting for food, mourning murdered Indian Chiefs, or warring with deranged pirates. A boy his age’s only concerns should be homework or what he’s going to do on a Saturday night not where his next meal is going to come from or when he or his brothers will be attacked next. This was no life for a young teenage boy, especially one as gentle as Tootles.Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 122 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your mind brought you back to the first time you had seen him. He had shot you out of the sky nearly killing you if it hadn’t been for Peter.
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 10Peter managed to scrounge up an old pair of light tan doe skin breeches that clung comfortably to your legs and thighs. Peter said they were an old cast off of Tootles so they ended up fitting you quite well. They reminded you of the kind of pants that rich people wore when they went horse back riding. The only difference you were sure was that those kinds of pants weren’t actually made out of real deer skin. As much as you hated the thought of wearing Bambi for pants, you had to admit that the brush of the short fur trousers felt luxurious against your skin every time you moved. Peter had also tossed you a thin faded white linen shirt that had billowing long sleeves and that closed with a drawstring in front of the chest. As you were busy tying the drawstrings over your chest tightly Peter grabbed hold of one of your legs and began slipping on a worn and scratched -but still neatly polished- black knee high stiletto heeled boot. You looked down at him as he took hold of your othOlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 103 years ago in Romance More Like This
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 11You pushed aside the bear skin curtain and charged into the main hollow of the tree where the only other room was. As soon as you entered the room it seemed that all of The Lost Boys had felt it. Though each of them seemed to be busy with their own things they all stopped and simultaneously turned to look at you. Tootles and Cubby smiled openly with a mixture of relief and joy, while The Twins looked as apathetic as they always did, and Nibs gave you a mischievous wink when you caught his tired eyes. Slightly having already seen you was busy hunched over the small table having a hushed conversation with two glowing pixies. They were shining so brightly that it was hard to discern what they looked like from where you stood. You felt Peter come up behind you, but you did not spare him a glance. Your eyes were glued to the two shining balls of light that were placed on the table in front of Slightly. “You should probably meet your other saviors,” Peter’s silken voice whiOlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 113 years ago in Romance More Like This
Imagine....Imagine....4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Imagine . . . a world where we could all be this fat and happy! Where everyone could be satisfied and comfortable just letting it all hang out. All our love and all our creativity would be fostered and would bloom.
No one would have any desire to fight or be better than anyone else. A place full of curiosity and wonder. Where we wouldn't have anything to worry about, no prejudice, no hunger, no unmet need or desire.
I picture a heaven on earth. A place where we could all be comfortable enough with who we are that we wouldn't let anyone put us down. Where no one would want to put us down. A place where we could enjoy life to the fullest!
Can you believe what a joyous place this would be? World peace would be here, and we could all just sit around, eating, cooking, writing poetry, singing, painting, dancing . . .
And we could spend our days enjoying being with each other -- enjoying each others' inner and outer beauty and all the wonders of this earth....
Crush"Crush"Crush7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is this feeling that I get around you?
Why does the heat rush to my face when you are near?
Why does my heart leap at the sound of your voice?
Why do I always smile when you are close?
Why do I have this yearning to comfort you?
Why do I always want to give you more?
Why do I dream about you?
Why do I steal glances at you when you are not looking?
Why do I get this feeling of love whenever you hold me?
Why do I feel safe and nervous around you?
Dare I say it
I have a crush on you
Will these feelings about you stay?
Or will they go away?
I do not know
But for now
I am in love with you
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 6You made your way through the thick trees and wild vegetation with a sad, yet fierce determination. Your gaze was set stubbornly on the dirt path in front of you. Your only thought was to follow it until you reached the hidden tree house. You must not break down until then. With each quick stride your heart seemed to shatter just a little more than before, but you kept telling yourself just a little further now…hold it together for just a little bit longer…Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 63 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your feet carried you into the darkness of the night and you walked so long that your feet and shins began to burn. Still you carried on. No matter how tired you were, both physically and mentally, you couldn’t stop and break down. Not yet, keep it together just a little while longer… Your vision stirred and smeared from the hot tears that were suddenly stinging your eyes and clouding your vision. You wiped them away furiously with shaking hands. Now that you had wondered away from the warmth of
Besos y besosQue tonto fuiBesos y besos10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
al pensar que jugando así
podría llegar a sentir
lo que un beso logra producir.
Pensé que sería divertido
que no modificaría mi sentido
pero me equivoqué
y contra un paredón choqué.
Me di cuenta que un beso
es mucho más que eso,
es más que el simple echo,
no se conforma con este estrecho.
Un beso lo es tanto
que no podría explicar en este canto
ajeno en esa mujer
que posar sus labios es su único querer.
Un beso, como debe ser,
me lo dará aquella mujer
quien mi corazón haga latir
y por quine el cielo pueda tener.
Mis sueños esperan
caricias que aún no llegan
y mis labios rechazan
los besos que amor no tengan.
Te espero a ti Amor,
a quien llene mi vida de color,
quien con un dulce beso me haga olvidar
que alguna vez sentí dolor.
Beautiful ChaosA yearning heartBeautiful Chaos4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A strange desire
An unfocused mind
An envious hate
An eternal wish
An ungrasped fate
An endless pain
A hollow space
An empty soul
All that's left.
Joy and Anguish
Faith and Doubt
Darkness and Light
Life and Death
A missing piece
A symphony incomplete
Existence without living
A dream that may never be
This is love.
The Power of a Crush ~The Power of a Crush~The Power of a Crush7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It isn't fair that you have the power,
To make me feel this way.
When I think of you,
I have butterflies all day.
When I see you,
All other thoughts go away
When we say goodbye,
Your smile makes me want to stay.
It makes me wonder,
Do you feel this way?
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 9Peter’s bedroom was a place where time seemed to have no meaning. There were no clocks or windows to clue you into the passages of time. Nor was there an hourglass filled with cascading sand to make you aware of all the moments that had gone by. You both stayed there wrapped in each other’s arms for what could have been hours or merely minutes. Neither of you had felt the need to fill the air with speech. Both of you seemed perfectly content to just stand still along with the time. It was oddly peaceful just standing there on your knees wrapped up in Peter’s embrace without a care in the world. Your mind was still coming off of the wonderful glow that Peter’s confession of love had given you. After some time though your knees began to cramp and you fell back on your butt in the bed. Instant concern filled Peter's soft eyes, but you assured him you were perfectly fine. He didn't seem too convinced, but he conceded defeat as son as you patted the end of theOlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 93 years ago in Romance More Like This
PrideLook away.Pride4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please, just don't look at me right now.
I can't have you see me
In this weakened state.
I'm not use to this.
I'm just not.
I'm not used to the one being
And cared for so deeply.
I feel so weak
Though when you weep,
I don't view you like that.
I just don't like
This side of me.
I know you care
But I'm not used to this.
I don't like it.
I don't like you seeing me
And in great despair.
I'm supposed to be the one
Who lets you cry
On my shoulder.
It's not the other way around.
I hate letting others see me
In this state.
I feel so pathetic
And so frail.
I hate it.
I'm the one
That's supposed to be strong
I'm the one
That's supposed to
It's me that supposed to do that.
I let you cry
In front of me
Because I know
That you're feeling so helpless.
I liked being the strong one,
The one that helps you feel better.
I hate looking weak
And to me,
Crying makes me
Redneck jokesYou're Probably a Redneck if...Redneck jokes7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
by Jeff Foxworthy
More than one living relative is named after a southern civil war general.
Your front porch collapses and more than six dogs are killed.
You ever used lard in bed.
Your home has more miles on it than your car.
You think that potted meat on a saltine is an hors d'oeurve.
There is a stuffed possum anywhere in your house.
You consider a six-pack and a bug-zapper high-quality entertainment.
Fewer than half of your cars run.
Your mother doesn't remove the Marlboro from her lips before telling the State Trooper to kiss her ass.
The primary color of your car is "bondo."
You honestly think that women are turned on by animal noises and seductive tongue gestures.
You stand under the mistletoe at christmas and wait for Granny and cousin Sue-Ellen to walk by.
Your family tree doesn't fork.
Your hairdo has ever been ruined by a ceiling fan.
Your mother has been involved
Crush.I've tried to tell youCrush.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I couldn't face the fear
I didn't want to destroy
What I have built for years
I know that you can see right through me
Just like crystal clear
But I don't have the courage
To tell you how I really feel.
The Lustskin to skin,The Lust6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we feel so close,
in this one moment of euphoric ecstasy,
the world could end,
we wouldn't know it,
craving and desiring each others touch,
holding one another as if its our last moment on earth,
lips engage in a passionate embrace,
the body shakes and quivers,
together our bodies move as one until the point of the rising sun
GoodnightClose your eyesGoodnight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And say goonight
I say goodbye
For the very last time
I close the door
Say nothing more
Don't realize it'll be
My last goodbye.
You dream away
All your worries
All your demons
Lay down to rest
I don't pay attention
Don't notice your cry
Take advantage of you
As you dream awayy.
I let you slip from my hands
Turned my back on you
Let you disappear
Now you're gone
I can't help but mourn
The death of my beloved.
You should sleep in your bed
Unconscious only in your head
Not asleep in the clouds
Where we can't be proud
Shoved you away
But at least they would say
"I love you"
The last words to hear.
And just like that
Our young future
Without saying a single word.
Dr. Smiley X Reader Part 2study your buddy, it heals your feelsDr. Smiley X Reader Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dr. Smiley X Reader
Holy Merry-go-round on a cocaine miracle whip roller coaster! WHERE THE HELL AM I, you thought. Damn your thoughts are loud. You looked down at your ankles and wrists, which had been strapped to a cold, metal table. FUCK. Okay, calm down, (Y/N). It's just some weird and extremely realistic lucid dream. Your probably sleep walking around you house again...probably at the time where you open the fridge, eating all of Celes's food. No. she would have hit you in the back of your head already...you were probably just roaming around...hopefully. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm yourself down. When you opened them back up, a familiar masked face appeared...like...three inches away from your nose.
"I figured you were away," he claimed, "no sleeping female breathes THAT deep in their sleep."
You hit your head on the table, attempting to create more distance between the two of you. Was that pain
True Lovetrue love is being able to sit next to each other without saying a word.True Love6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
true love is being able to look at one another, and speak volumes.
true love is not seeing each other for days, but not missing a beat when back together.
true love is sitting on the phone, singing and playing guitar to each other.
true love is telling one another you love each other, and not caring who knows.
true love is sending little love notes, just to tell the other you're thinking of them.
true love is sleeping with one another, innocently without having any sexual encounters.
true love is holding hands, and feeling like nothing could be better than that.
true love is sitting at home watching a movie, because you just want to be together.
true love is waking one another up at midnight just to tell them that you couldn't sleep because you didn't get to tell them goodnight.
true love is being yelled at by parents for not being able to get off the phone.
true love is saying bye fifty times, and still sitting t
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 5Your little group somberly walked a long time down a thin dirt trail that winded up and down the hills of the dense wild forest. Nibs lead the way with a hatchet ready in his hand and Slightly followed behind him; his emerald eyes searching every which way for any sign of traps. Every now and then one of The Twins would dart back to inform Peter that the path ahead was clear and then they would take off in two dark grey blurs. Peter never let go of your hand, but you could feel the tension that rippled throughout his body. His shoulders were stiff and his face was closed off as his dark eyes swept over the entire forest, both in front and in back of you all. He was in full on leadership mode. The slightest sound of a twig snapping or bird flying away drew his attention. He moved with stealthy grace, like a jungle cat that was ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. Though you were all headed to a funeral you could see the trace of blood lust in Peter’s warm eyes. You had firsOlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
In The Eyes Of A Werewolf"In The Eyes of A Werewolf"In The Eyes Of A Werewolf3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Welcome to a land of madness and lycanthropy,
Where howls were made for blasphemy.
To the Sun the humans proclaim their mortality
But under the virgin moonlight lies shattered humanity.
Sulfurous eyes and claws with the doom it spelled.
Serrated teeth and gaping maw, the pathway to hell.
Fur as black and void as a murderer's shell.
Bloodcurdling howls as haunting as the iron bells.
Feral instincts made me a monstrous libertine,
Your penultimate vestige of hope faintly dims.
Thou must suffer an ultimate fate so grim,
When I tear you forcefully limb from limb.
Deep into the forest, torturous screams await you,
As you enter the castle of the loup-garou.
The terrors of the sallow moonlight now tie you to,
Insanities that grip you through and through.
For this wretched curse gave me the sweetest maleficia.
Through Death,will you be guided to a ghastly Shangri-la.
Let the silent trees feast on your tearful paranoia.
Succulent flesh, my gruesome mania.