Why Don't You Love Me?Why don't you love me?Why Don't You Love Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you did but you don't.
I'm your own son your own flesh and blood,
and yet you hate me.
I came into this world through you,
but I can't live.
Why don't you love me?
As elders you're supposed to teach me.
Why didn't you?!?
Instead you treated me like a child.
NO! you would treat a child better, an animal.
NO! worse you treated me like a stray thought.
As a thought you treated me.
Don't you love me?
Instead of teaching me you protected me.
The world I now can't live in because of you?
My life is worthless now I can't survive I don't know how.
Don't you love me?
No you can't you didn't do your job.
Your job is to teach me to survive in this world.
You protected me like a stray thought,
you put me in a perfect world that didn't exist.
But what happens when I firgure out too late that it's a lie?
You say you love me but you don't,
so just don't.
You love me?
How can you?
You lied to me about the world.
You said life coul
Don't.Don't do anything.Don't.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anything at all.
Don't try to fall.
Don't think it's all over.
Don't try to leave this place.
For all eternity.
We can laugh.
We can think of this as a hoax.
Make it unreal.
Learn how not to feel.
Be happy with ourselves.
Feel joy once more.
Bipolar feelingsI can't believe I'm (I fucking) truly happy (hate this) once in a while.Bipolar feelings8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wish it would (it will never) last (be true)
I love (I can't stand) life (myself)
Some day I'll (I'm always) trust I'll (on the edge) be okay
There are (I don't) people who (believe) love me (them)
I believe (where) God is there (is) for me (he)
I am (I can't) so strong (breathe)
I feel (I hate) content (everybody) sometimes
Some times (please) I do feel like (free) I can make it (me)
There are (I) ways (hurt) to help (inside)
I was (I don't) made (understand) for a reason
I will (I want) feel (to) better (be free)
I have (I want) to have (to die) faith
Some how I will (this is) learn to (who) love (I am) myself
There (I'm) is (almost) still (gone) time
I Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any LongerI Don't Want to Expect from Humans Any Longer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the people look at me
They look at me like I am only a stone
I always alone
Despite the rain and the storm approached
I'm hoping to be accompanied
But everything goes out like fire
If the fire is my friend
That warmth is my power
But when the wind blows
The heat burn all my hope
A good friend is something so valuable
Can not be bought or sold
But I also need to realize
That he also has his own problems
It's the time to stop expecting the humans
Because every human has his own problems
It's not a wise thing to expect humans
Because in the end they always let me down
Pandemonium's The WordPandemonium's The Word5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world is falling apart today,
somebody's dropped the bomb.
Fire is raining from the sky,
and the Devil's knocking at our front door.
Armies parade the streets today,
People drop like flies.
Gunshots are heard outside the house
and a light fills the sky above the city.
The aftermath has devastated,
Not a soul was left alive.
The culprit gives a toothy smile,
And puts his big red button back in his pocket.
What I knowSometimes I'm a songwriter,What I know4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Haven't you heard?
But how does it feel to write a masterpiece
And forget every single word?
And you break a string, and you drop a pick,
And your fingers bleed, and it's running thick.
And I don't know what I know,
Or why I play guitar,
I'll never make your heart glow,
And I'll never go far.
I don't know what I know,
But I still play guitar...
Sometimes I'm a musician,
Don't you feel the same?
But how does it feel when you trip on stage,
And all your songs are lame?
And you drop the beat and lose your place,
And you can see it on everyone's face,
Sometimes I'm a performer,
So you're not alone.
But how does it feel when the power's out,
And everyone goes home?
Now you're out of the job and out of cash,
And you know your food isn't gonna last
Sometimes I'm an optimist,
Isn't that a surprise?
And how does it feel when you walk on stage,
And see then dancing before your eyes?
And the people are great, and the pay is high,
+Helpless+__written story+Helpless+__written story3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Hiding in my closet
With my doll in my arms
I close my eyes and
Cover my ears, and
Pretend that nothings happened
Usually daddy just hits
Mommy once or twice,
But I keep hearing her
Screaming and she begs
Him to stop, I
Hear him say that he
Hates her and he
Wants her to pay
I whisper a prayer for mommy
Because I don't know
What to do, suddenly
I start to cry and
Hope God helps her soon
I hear mommy give a scream so loud
Then it's silent....quiet as a mouse
I slowly come out of my closet
And start looking around the house
There I see mommy
On the kitchen floor,
Lying face down with
Blood all around her
I cry so hard while
holding my doll tight
My daddy is standing
Over her and in his hand
The bloody knife...
He looks at mommy
Then back at me
He looks crazy and
He says ever so softly
"You're a witness."
And I know what's coming
My daddy starts walking
Towards me, with murder
In his dark eyes...
This is the story on
How me and my mommy died...
New Life - Part 1Ross laid on his back, idly looking at the sky. Right next to him was Saria looking up as well. Somewhere nearby Scratch and Sibelius just chased after the other. Looking after the young Pachirisu and Chatot was usually no minor task, but much to his luck they were holding back a bit today.New Life - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everything was peace and calm save for the noise the two young Pokemon made, which was something Ross was already used to. He didn't know if Saria was used to it as well but it didn't seemed to bother her, she just smiled as she looked up to the sky.
Rest, idle around and look to the sky with his best friend. What else could he ask for? Not much save for one thing.
Even since a young age he had developed feelings for her. Now, as she looked at the full-grown Leafeon girl that somehow still held a hint of that youthful, childlike spirit able to bring a smile to anyone he couldn't help but remember his feelings for her.
However, how was that supposed to happen? What could the most sweet and beautiful
Ghostly AttractionGhostly Attraction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a quiet Autumn day in the Hoenn region as various flying Pokemon flew about the sky enjoying the warm weather. The woods were alive with life as Pokemon prepared for the colder winter months to come, collecting food and preparing their nests for hibernation.
Sam Kellner took all of this in at a glance, his dark blue eyes sweeping across the landscape before stopping on a small gap in the foliage that lined the path he was walking on. He was an imposing figure standing well over two meters tall with short cut brown hair and a flaming red goatee on his chin. Standing next to him was a large male Sceptile with a scar across it's left eye. Walking along on his other side was a large Umbreon with a sash wrapped around the top of his head and a barely visible scar on his right shoulder.
To the casual observer they were a strange group, but to those who truly knew them they were closer than just trainer and Pokemon. They were a tight knit family that would never abandon each other.
The Nostalgic SableyeThe Nostalgic Sableye1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Danny the Sableye paced back and forth across the living room of his master Elisa's home deep in thought.
It had been one year since his last get rich quick scheme, another Mythbuster's knockoff, that had ended with Danny getting stuck making a cheap sequel to the movie Rango in an attempt to keep his arch-nemesis and debt collector RGB the Kecleon from killing him.
So far Danny hadn't even begun filming and the few props that he had bought had totally drained his meager cash reserves. Also RGB had been threatening him more recently and Danny was desperate for something to satiate the greedy Kecleon until he could get enough money to finish the project.
Danny sighed as he sat down on the couch and stared at Elisa's laptop. All of his previous money making schemes had failed but that didn't mean Danny was going to give up. As he paged through various YouTube videos something suddenly caught his eye. Something he had never tried before, something that was safer
Reminiscence: The Season's EndReminiscence: The Season's End2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
MY LITTLE POEM
Ponies with Sonata Arctica
[click here for the accompanying song]
Reminiscence: The Season's End
See, this is it: season two
And an epic opening with brand new villain
Chocolate rain, chaos' tricks
So it begins
From nightmare's rise we've watched the show
Their adventures to the best of nights
Through summer waited, counted days
For new episodes
Honestly though, I was latish
Didn't join the herd 'til season one had aired
That's my bad
But for next round I took the first ride
First gag since pilot
The most epic breakdown
Slippery slope of descending into madness:
"Meet Smarty Pants, my doll back in your age "
Is this truly it, somehow feeling so new, so fresh
Pumped-up the budget, pushed a few boundaries
So many incidents
The cutiepox, the play and Daring Do
Babysitter's little hell
Rampaging dragons, a hero saves the day
Crystalline Paint :: PoetryCrystalline Paint :: Poetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a white room, white walls, white halls
White doors, white floors, a war begins, sans sins
In the midst of chaos and monochrome
Monotone: the tune of his voice; one note
D flat until he screamed himself a sore throat
Monotone: the beat of his heart; one note
Sanity barely keeping him afloat
White waters welcoming
Loving him grew addicting
White words white gestures
In a white room, white walls, white halls
A heart falls and stalls
And it bleeds
Dyes the universe green.
Fetishes. [DM.JD] Chp. 3 ~End~Fetishes. [DM.JD] Chp. 3 ~End~2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After all day elapse with -seemingly- quiet, the boys were already in the respective bus to an unknown destination and that none was interested. Everyone seemed quite calm and happy, but Danny was sitting on the couch, and then the problems begin. J, who was sitting beside him, he looked with a smile, as he has had good sex. Barely he was held in the face, because the golden boy, was irritable. Does this site is not to have fun and unwind? For Danny, no.
- J, damn it. The promise was to go to the site that your you wanted, but not to do what your you wanted.
- You not specified. -He replied, with a look falsely innocent in the face -
- I feel like as if I had thrown a spanner in the ass.
- You enjoy it.
While there, he was launched above, making the position of both of them out the following: J lying on the couch completely, Danny up, her legs on either side of his body, leaning on his hip, and grasping the other's neck, threatening to choke him. The puppy around
Valentine's Ghost The grounds of the estate belonging to the famous performer Stephon Bryant were alive with the sounds of music and laughter. Over a dozen trainers and countless Pokemon had shown up for his Valentine's Day party, creating a scene of frenetic activity. The party had started early in the morning and had kept on running throughout the day. During that time countless Pokemon had come and gone from the main house, doing only Arceus knew what inside. As the sun began to set all of the humans and Pokemon gathered around a large stage that had been set up on the grounds for the main event of the party, a karaoke contest.Valentine's Ghost2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting off on the far side of the grounds, well away from the party, a lone Umbreon was staring off at the sunset. He was slightly larger than was normal for his species and was further differentiated by the thin white scar going through the ring on his right shoulder and the dark blue sash wrapped around his head.
Ghost let out a loud sigh as he stretched out his front
Washing Old Wounds Ace the Pidgeot sat quietly on the examination table in the Pokemon center while a doctor in her late 40's and an Audino wearing a nurses cap examined his right foot. Ever since he had crash landed several years previously and nearly broken every bone in the appendage he had needed constant medical appointments to make sure that all the pins and screws holding the bones together weren't moving or shifting and to occasionally remove and clean his artificial claw. Ace could still remember the day with utter clarity that the accident had happened and everytime he looked down at the steel claw protruding from his middle toe he silently cursed himself for the stupid mistake. Flying into a thunderstorm just to prove to Tucker, who had been an idiotic Psyduck at the time, that he wasn't afraid of lightening, which was true to a degree. He wasn't afraid of lightening, he was terrified of it. Ever since nearly being killed during a thunderstorm as a child.Washing Old Wounds10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Two Brother'sIt was the middle of the night in Sinnoh region and most Pokemon were fast asleep in their nests. In a small clearing in the middle of the woods near the base of Mt. Coronet a small group of Pokemon lay fast asleep. They were an odd bunch ranging from a Pidgeot with a Sneasel tucked under his wing to a badly scarred Dragonite with a Flygon lying together in quiet bliss.Two Brother's3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, not all of them were completely calm and content. Near the edge of the clearing a large Sceptile tossed and turned in a fitful sleep. As he rolled over the moonlight shone on his left eye, revealing a massive scar that ran from the top of his ear to the bottom of his nostril. After several more minutes of tossing and turning his mind couldn't take it anymore and his eyes shot open, revealing the left one to be a sickly shade of gray.
Jake the Sceptile slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. His sleep of late had been fitful and wracked with nightmares of his past. So much pain and anger, so many regrets, it was enou
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
HatchetsSir, have you a hatchet?Hatchets2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We're chopping off a head.
My poor, dear aunt is crazy
And I'd love to see her dead.
She's lost it, it's the truth.
She's gone beyond all hope.
'Cause therapy's too pricey
And I haven't any rope.
We'll catch her in the kitchen
Baking cherry pies.
But Auntie hasn't got a clue
As to her great big surprise.
We've done it.
(In only thirty blows!)
Now we run and don't look back.
They'd kill us both, you know.
Velvet VeilA young man soared graciously through the sky at full-speed on the back of a Swellow. At a sign of the trainer the bird made a sharp turn and twirled through the air before closing its wings and dropping in free fall to the ground.Velvet Veil1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tyler! Watch it! Watch it! Watch it!!!" Axel yelled in horror as his Swellow dived dangerously close to the ground for the third time that week.
The Swellow just grinned as he spread his wings and came to a complete halt mere inches from the ground before landing safely in front of their secret base.
Axel took a moment to regain his breath before climbing down Tyler's back. "Do you really... Have to do that... Every single time we go flying?!" Axel burst out in between his panting.
Tyler smirked deviously in response. His master freaked out way too easily, and for some reason he loved that and kept doing it. It was all a harmless prank though, despite all of the spins and dives his master was never at true risk, he knew what he was doing.
"(I think I'm bett
Letter to LiuDear Liu,Letter to Liu2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey. It's Jeff....Damn, I don't even know why I'm writing this. I don't know how you'd find it. Or if your even still alive for that matter. If you are alive...If I didn't kill you that night....I want you to know how sorry I am. I'm your big brother.....I'm supposed to protect you. I couldn't even stop one bully from taking your wallet without going crazy.....How long has it been now? About four years? Damn, that's a real long time.....
Liu.....I miss you.....There's not a day that goes by that I don't regret what I did. I.....really do miss you. And I really just want to see you again. Man. You'd really think I was pathetic if you could see me, tearing up. I know what you'd say, "Jeff, man up!" Heh....I remember when we were little, and we'd fight over anything and everything. Mom would scold us and send us to our room. Remember when I was eight and you were six? I stole the money that you had gotten for your birthday? Yeah, I'm sorry about that too.
Are you doing
Good Night My LoveSleep my darling,Good Night My Love1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No mater how far apart we are,
I'll always protect thee,
I'll protect you from the nightmare,
N' bring joy to your sleep,
So rest your head my love,
You deserve every sweet dream.
IndependentIndependent1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun was headed down towards the horizon, its bright light shining down onto a single road. Forest and trees were alongside the road, a few birds could be seen in the trees; chirping happily and living their lives. The road led into a small town, but before it reached that town, there was a small building next to it.
This building was single story, and had a large front and back yard. Small playground equipment was displayed out in both of them. It seemed like a nice little place, maybe a daycare or something like that. But upon closer inspection, it was not as enjoyable as it had seemed.
It was an old, abandoned building. The paint was faded and coming off, the playground in the front was broken and old, and much of the windows were shattered. A few rodents skittered along, searching for a morsel of food that was not to be found.
However, even in the building’s decrepit state, someone walked towards it. This person was a man, around twenty three years of age. He had slightly
How I hate her......How I hate her......10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How I hate her
more than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell.
than the bitter taste of milk gone to hell
you want me to feel well
And then you tell tell
"don't worry about her trace on my cock
and her blood on my heart
we are no more, and broken appart"
How I hate her
more than dolls prettier than mine.
than papercuts, maggots and people feelin "fine"
you tell me it's over
done and bye
but I still see her in your eye eye
it's such a lie lie
How I Hate Her
More than sickness in a wound, kids gone mad.
than the worst past memory I've ever had
you tell me she is dead
eaten and decomposed, less than dust
so..no more flirt flirt
only playing with dirty dirt
underneath her skirt
How I hate myself
More than all the girls you ever slept with.
than roadkills, wasps on icecream and pants I can't fit
you tell me you love me...alot..
almost as much as you loved her
everything I say
to feel this way