I miss you.I'm writing this to you. Because you never talk to me anymore. I want you to know. That I miss you. I miss you. More than anything. Ever. I always think about you. I hate not talking to you, because it only makes me hurt worse. A few words tide me over each day. I used to be the one you told everything to. I was your first love, first kiss... I knew everything about you. I haven't forgotten a single thing. I miss your eyes, when you would look at me so differently than you looked at anyone else. Your smile, the one you would give when we laughed at inside jokes. Your kiss, that took my breath away every time. Every day was perfect when I was with you. Even though sometimes we would have our off-days. I would rather argue with you than kiss someone else. Everything that I do reminds me of you. I think of the times when it was just me and you and everything was perfect. That one day we spent apart between the three months and six days was possibly the worst in my life. Before our final pI miss you.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Las hadasLas hadas4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Me dirijo hacia la estación con Papá, Amelie y Peluso a las 10:00 am tomaremos el autobús que nos alejara de este horrible pueblo, por fin estaré libre, por fin podre escapar de ellas .
Hace tan solo unos meses, nos mudamos a un pueblo llamado Santa Rita, la razón por la cual llegamos a ese lugar fue por la salud de mamá ya que la ciudad no le hacia bien a su enfermo corazón. La casa en la que nos quedaríamos a vivir tenia un toque antiguo, hasta parecía casa abandonada con historias lúgubres y fantasmas, esa casa le pertenecía al abuelo, un hombre que amaba el campo, por esa razón la casa estaba ubicada cerca del bosque ya que odiaba el bullicio, pero lamentablemente por razones de trabajo se mudo a la ciudad, papá se parece mucho a él, yo no pude conocer al abuelo en persona ya que falleció un año antes de que yo
I am a gummybear.I am a gummybear.I am a gummybear.8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I sit in a plastic-wrapped cardboard carton at the cinema candy stand, staring up at the unrelenting fluorescent lights among dozens of other candy confections waiting to be bought. Day after day I wait. Somedays it gets hard but I know you are coming.
I am a gummybear.
And one day my dream is realized. One day you walk into the cinema and order gummybears, and my box is taken out. I squeal with joy but the other gummybears shush me. Don't you know what will happen? they say to me. We will be eaten and die a most painful death, some say. But at the end of the day that is okay with me, because if I have made you happy then my life was well-served.
I am a gummybear.
And the movie is a long one but you only eat half the bag of gummybears. You put the carton in your hunter green bookbag but I fall out and tumble to the bottom among papers and pens.
I am a gummybear.
And there I sit in the bottom of your bag for what seems to pass like months...
I am a gummybear.
And one d
AnimalsAn animal considering what is outside its nest will become frightened,Animals5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
and stay in its nest.
An animal considering what is outside its cage will become empowered,
and escape its cage.
OopsHaikus are mad lame.Oops5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
They shouldnt be called poems.
Crap, I just wrote one.
Spriggler's AdventureSpriggler went on an adventure.Spriggler's Adventure5 years ago in Humor More Like This
He decided to go to the underwater kingdom of sea monkeys.
Jumping in the water, he noticed all sorts of wonderful things.
There were towering seaweeds, pretty jellyfish, impressive sea anemones.
Not to mention the most beautiful fish in the whole wide world.
Then Spriggler drowned.
she never had eyes as brightshe never had eyes as bright asshe never had eyes as bright4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or song as clear as
but ever into her starry skies
drawn into abysmal depths
by the promise
of a ravaged warmth,
somewhere near the centre.
at the zenith of her autumnal beauty,
I find myself lost;
her brilliant voice
in prosepoetry elegance
shall whisper "I love"
into corroded dark
and tear all of the roadblocks
from my mind.
Suicide After DeathAs they look upon her casket,Suicide After Death7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tears in their eyes,
wondering why she did this,
they can't seem to help but cry.
What they don't know would hurt them,
suicide was her dismiss,
but could you call it suicide?
she was dead so long before this.
No EmotionsSometimes it's easy,No Emotions7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes it's not.
Sometimes it's cold,
Sometimes it's hot.
Sometimes I smile,
Sometimes I grin.
Sometimes I lose,
Sometimes I win.
Sometimes I pout,
Sometimes I frown.
Sometimes I'm up,
Sometimes I'm down.
Sometimes I'm sweet,
Sometimes I'm nice.
Sometimes I laugh,
Sometimes I cry.
And then there's those days...
I want to die.
One Last GoodbyeWriting one last letter, saying one last good-bye,One Last Goodbye7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My blood falling to the floor, as if coming from the sky.
"You told me that you love me, but we could never be,
I cannot live without you, so I'm doing this you see."
"If we cannot be together, then I don't want to live,
I've got nothing left at all, nothing left to give."
I close the envelope softly, seal it wish a kiss,
Turn to look the other way, and wait for my dismiss.
Homestuck RantI do not like Homestuck. Anyone who knows me on here knows how much I loath this comic. I hate it, I hate the insane fans, and I HATE having it shoved down my throat.Homestuck Rant2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Now before you get up in arms about this let me say something first.
At one time I considered reading it and I actually did read it eventually when a friend of mine, who actually is not a friend anymore, suggested I should. Well I did read it. I read a LOT of the pages. Over 1000 or so. I started out with the trolls because "it's not good until you reach them". So I started reading from there.
Edit: As of November 9th I have read the comic from the beginning... yeah still boring.
I can say this... I didn't see what the big deal was. Most of the time the characters would sit in their houses and chat on the computer. Oh every once in awhile something would happen but it wasn't all that interesting. To be honest the only character I liked was Terezi even if she is rather crazy. The comic, to me, was rathe
Perfect Criminal, Closest FriendI knew a boy of age fifteenPerfect Criminal, Closest Friend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The nicest guy I've ever seen
A caring friend, my closest bud
I loved him so, like flesh and blood
We were connected through heart and soul
Without the other, we weren't whole
When we were together, my world was bright
Now that he's gone, I've lost the light
It's more than just another death
Everything crumbled when he left
He stole my laugh, my smile, my joy
He isn't just another boy
To his grave he brought a part
Of me that resided in his heart
My dearest friend, why have you robbed me?
Instead of my smile, wouldn't you prefer money?
A piece of gold, five silver rings
Why do you insist on breaking my wings?
With you I used to rule the sky
With you my wings would take me high
Now that you're gone, these wings are vestigial
Now that you're gone, this pain is perennial
Come back to me, my only friend
You promised together we'd see the end
As well as a thief, are you a liar, too?
For all these years I believed you
You've killed a part of me, homicide
Is It Love?If I hugged you,Is It Love?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form7 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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