EyesEyes are like little cages,Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holding a world of emotion.
They cage up everything.
It's impossible to miss.
Everything you feel is shown through a glance.
Eyes show all the pain, every little regret.
Death can be seen, right before they die.
Hopelessness is all you see, sadness of the soul.
Love is also visible, it's the easiest to recognize.
The pupil is surrounded with miniature hearts beating as fast as they can.
Your mood alters the colors, down to every shade.
Each line shows a thought,
ones we cannot read.
Anyone who is blind, still has eyes to see.
These eyes aren't the same,
but they aren't a mystery.
Why Hate Me for Loving?"Homosexuality is not God's way."Why Hate Me for Loving?4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve!"
"Let's ship all the gays to an island so that they can die off."
"Gays do not deserve the same rights as regular people! They are not people, they are monsters!"
"Marriage is between a woman and a man, not a man and a man, not a woman and a woman, and anyone who says otherwise deserves to be shot!"
How can there be people who actually believe this?
I was taught that God loved all his children. I was taught that Jesus sacrificed himself for us all of us. I was taught that no matter who you are, you are loved and accepted by God because you are his. I may not necessarily be Christian, but I believe there is someone out there, and that someone does not hate me.
I am bisexual, and it really hurts me to know that if someday I fall in love with a woman I cannot marry her legally in my home state. I cannot adopt a child. I cannot kiss her in public without being laughed at or discriminated against. I cannot be with h
Walk Away, Im doneWalk awayWalk Away, Im done3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lies, deceit
You've pushed me
Leave me here
I was fine
Til you opened your fucking mouth
I dont need it
I dont need you.
Just walk away.
FairytalesShe's writing love poems up her arm in permanentFairytales5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
black ink and doodling hearts in her binder.
She's spewing out nonsense around him, talking
about everything but the things she really wants
She's wearing her heart on her sleeve, basically
screaming I love you to him every time they talk
but his eyes are closed and he's as oblivious as ever.
She's seeking his attention but he barely notices
her. The attention he gives is short and sweet but
feels like lemon juice on her open wounds. She's
looking for a band aid, searching and hoping for
something to take away the pain but the solution
is just out of her reach.
She's swallowing her feelings, locking them up deep
down inside and throwing away the only key.
Hopelessness burns in her stomach and tears claw
at her throat.
She's wishing on stars, hoping for the impossible
even though her whole being tells her that this
kind of thing doesn't happen to her. That it only
happens in fairytales.
Too bad fairytales don't exist.
ShatteredShe awoke in pain, from where she couldn't tell; it seemed to numb her body. Unable to move her head, she shifted her gaze from side to side, scanning the room. The room was white and clear, sterling silver was the only real color she could see.Shattered3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had an IV in her arm and a small tube in her nose that supplied her with oxygen. Every breathe she took was painful, like someone was driving a screw deeper and deeper into her lungs.
She was in the hospital but why? Closing her eyes, she tried to remember.
The snow was falling slowly as the sun begun to set. Even through her mittens, she could still feel the warmth of his hand. She loved the snow: it peacefulness, its beauty, and all the things that one could do with it.
The two had spent the day build snowmen, throwing snowballs at one another, and warming up with a cup of hot cocoa. So what if they were 19? Playing in the snow didn't have an age limit on it. She started to hum quietly to herself as they walked through the park. The park
welcomedarkness, welcome.welcome3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cross the threshold,
a groom carrying his bride,
marry me to fuck-you-very-much sentiment.
hold your hands over my ears,
ignore the way i ask you to leave.
i'm only serious when i'm conscious,
and i've been dreaming since i met you.
cigarettes and strawberry kisses.he has a habit of kissing my fingertipscigarettes and strawberry kisses.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and leaving his scent behind
so i may be reminded
that his lips belong to me.
~Velut Luna~: Chapter 7 - The Hypothesis~Velut Luna~: Chapter 7 - The Hypothesis3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ulquiorra, I need to speak with you. Alone."
"What is it, Szayel?" Orihime looked at Ulquiorra, brows knitted. But he did not ask her to stay, nor did he do anything to reassure her, so she left the examination room.
Once she had closed the door, Szayel approached Ulquiorra from behind his laboratory workbench, running a gloved hand through his faint pink hair with a perfunctory knowing smirk.
"That girl is useless."
Ulquiorra was silent for a moment, then spoke in his usual even tones. "How do you mean?"
"I mean exactly what I said. From what I know about the Hogyoku, which is, in fact, far more than Aizen thinks I comprehend, the Hogyoku is not actually deteriorating. Therefore, her presence is not actually required."
"But she has power over life and death. I have seen it myself, as have you. I am certain Aizen has some use for her. He has no obligation to us to tell us in what way he finds such assets particularly useful, for he has no obligations to us to do anything at all."
Lost in HerselfDeepLost in Herself4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is what they call her
Like the night sky,
Her stars are scattered all over the place
Bits and pieces of herself
Lost among old memories and broken smiles
Vast expanses of nothingness
Filled with forgotten promises
And buried amidst herself.
Is what they call her
Like running a race,
But lost without a map
Seeking the beginning and end
The finish line lost like her lucidity
But unable to retrace her path
Wandering old toys
And obliterated words
Stuck in a permanent limbo
Is what they call her
Digging deeper and deeper
Trying to find herself
Until there's nothing left to dig up
Except shattered bits of her sanity
And her crumpled life
Recorded on pieces of paper
Creased and worn
Is what they call her
Crying HugMy tears , are falling down my cheek.Crying Hug6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My thoughts , are causing me to think.
All I really need , is a hug.
If I got that perfect hug , my pain would disappear.
Just for a moment , but it'd be gone.
Every tear I'd ever cried , would be wiped from existence.
But , I'd lean in , and ruin it with a perfect kiss.
Those feelings , they destroy grief.
They take away every ounce of pain.
They make me want to live.
Oh please , give me that perfect hug?
Or that perfect kiss?
AutomaticallyI have blonde hair.Automatically4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That automatically makes me stupid.
That automatically makes me fat.
I wear black.
That automatically makes me goth.
That automatically makes me weird.
I'm autimatically all these things, even though I don't mean to be.
I'm not automatically sorry for being me.
Leap of PrideAmber leaped with her sheer grace about the deep, green grass. Her thick black and white fur flowing in the peaceful breezes as purrs erupted from within her throat. She felt pride welling in her heart, beating with every breath like a song.Leap of Pride5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
She heard a snarl from behind and turned, expecting to see another white tiger. Instead, stood a thin, dark-furred cougar, challenging her catch me if you can.
With one paw, Amber took a step forth to accept the challenge. The cougar seemed to grin before speeding away into the wide open field of lush grass with Amber hot on his trail. All she had to do was simply tag him, but tackling was more her style.
Amber took notice that there was a break in the field, it opened to a huge, lengthy fall down to a river of freshwater. The opening was just barely possible to jump across, if you were lucky.
The cougar seemed to be leading her in that direction.
To be safe, Amber check herself to be sure that she'd be able to make the jump. Her leg
Meeting the RiderMeeting the Rider5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Meeting the Rider
Believe it or not, I got this idea of a MAJOR crack pairing, while listening to my dumb ass dad talk. He's my biological dad, not my step dad, so I only spend abouuuutttt an hour or less with him a month, it's a good thing, I really, don't like him.. BUT I've been OBCESSED with Percy Jackson, and my dad thought I was talking about Murtagh, cause apparently all he can remember is months ago when I was overly obsessed with him, so right when he brought the 'dragon kid' he meant Eragon, I thought 'MURTAGH!' And therefore, I HAD to make the two meet. I believe a High school setting will do best, like, with Murtagh flying through another dimension on Thorn, taking them to the present world New York of course, and Thorn into a person, of course, cause a dragon walking around the city wouldn't be strange at all now would it! Lol. OH and even if im a fan of some Shota, I just wanna let you know, here Percy's at the very least 14, I cant really remember how old Murt
Missing LoveShe misses his callous hand,Missing Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smooth and soft and warm,
engulfing hers as they wander dark alleys
on adventures down sketchy nightmare streets,
battling midnight memories
and basking in sunshine dreams
She misses the sanctuary of intertwined legs,
tangled sheets on warm summer nights,
life disolving into simplicity after
their sweat flirted across forbidden territories,
hushed voices whispering lust filled secrets
under a moonlit, streetlit bedroom window
She misses his dark mysterous eyes
glinting dangerously in the night,
playful under all that chocolate love,
coating her in a sweet tingling sensation
that ripples under her sinful skin
and over her seductive smile
invincibletrying to prove i'm rightinvincible3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am not invisible,
& i am not floating on a cloud of
Wolf BrothersHe had always known he was different from the other wolves. And therein lay the key of his difference: knowing. When he looked into the eyes of his packmates, they did not flicker with the candlelights of souls behind them. The same complicated emotions that he himself felt, he could not sense coming from his brethren. In a way, he envied them. They all seemed so blissful, so content, even in moments of strife. Just being different was enough to weigh heavily upon him, and the fact that he could comprehend worry when the others could not became in and of itself a vicious cycle. Was there something wrong with him? Why did existence itself have to be such a yoke?Wolf Brothers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was only one like him his blood-brother, his littermate. When their eyes met they could have complex conversations with a combination of their expressions and their emotional connection. They had their own language. They knew and understood each other. Little Brother had the same emotions that he did th
dear whomever gives a crap V2dear whomever gives a crap;dear whomever gives a crap V25 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
have you ever noticed
has the words "I'm
Bring It All BackWell, it happens to beBring It All Back4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That time of day
Where everything is not okay.
What happened to the times
Where smiles were suns,
And friends were worth the world?
Where are the authors
Who wrote of Laughter and Life,
Instead of love and depression?
Where are the photographers
Who took scenic photos
Instead of self-inflicted wounds?
Where are the leaders
Who used to care
About their followers?
What happened to humanity
After all these years?
Bring it all back!
Taking ChancesHer hands are shaking and her gut is quaking because everyTaking Chances5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
time she goes near him butterflies become trapped in her
Love is in the air but she's running away as fast as she can.
She doesn't want to believe in the impossible, doesn't want
to get her hopes up but it's sneaking into her mind and eating
away at her heart.
Memories of the past keep rising to the surface and gnawing
at the butterflies in her stomach, but she's turning around and
trying to defeat her ever cynical emotions.
She's going to jump off a cliff, hoping he'll catch her and save
her from death but she's reconsidering putting all her faith into
this silly, silly boy.
But maybe it's time to take a chance.
Confused"Who am I?Confused5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What am I?
Am I here?
Am I real?
Am I just dreaming?
Or is this really reality?
Did I lose anything?
Did I gain anything?
Who am I?
Am I who I want to be?
Am I a fake?
Who am I?
Is there a n y b o d y to h e l p?
Do people help?
What do people want?
Do people want other p e o p l e?
Do people n e e d other people?
Is any of this real?
Am I real?
Do people need me?
I don't know.
I'm so c o n f u s e d.
Desperate or ContentImagine your neighborhood, all the houses you walk by in comfort knowing where you are. Imagine the neighbors that you know, and the others you don't- but it's always safe there.Desperate or Content3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Now imagine that the houses you walk by are tainted with a certain sorrow, a certain fear, that what is hidden within them could judge whether you survive or not. Imagine that every neighbor you knew is spattered with the blood of your fellow neighbors, and possibly their own family. Imagine them, but where? Where are they hiding, and is it safe to simply walk past their houses- or will they spring at you from within or around them?
Imagine where you would go.
Where would you sleep, even if you lay awake with the horrific images already seen?
Who would you take with you- are they even alive?
Can you adapt to this torturous world, or will you die out like many have before you?
Will you survive?
Or will you live?