Broken FriendshipAnd what you say just fades away...Broken Friendship4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cause I never really mattered to you anyway.
What made me think that we could be fine?
What made me possibly think you were still mine?
It's painful to see
That there is no more you and me
We're slowly drifting apart
And I no longer have a place in your heart
I really just want you to know
That you're making me feel really low
I can't walk away from you again
You won't even be able to tell me to stay in the end
My heart's a complete mess
But my heart means nothing compared to your happiness
My birthday is almost here
And I just want you to stay near
But you don't even have time for me anymore
You rather play on your DS and leave me sore
We used to be attatched at the hip
Now there is nothing left of this friendship
Purple, pink and yellow
These damned hearts don't mean anything so
Keep these hearts safe with you
And please don't forget this was all true...
It Hurt So BadI tried to be your friendIt Hurt So Bad5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but in the end you pushed me away and
you let the relationship between me and you decay
it hurts pretty bad but u wanted it this way
so now ill can say is goodbye
and i hope u stay fine in the future
cause now i just dont care anymore
i really wanted to be your friend but u really dont like me
and now u wont even talk to me
but who cares anymore right?
so now its watever and i guess this is it
i fucking quit.
The bi-polar curseThe bi-polar curse8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Between happy and sad
There's a very fine line
Which you have to be upon
In order to feel fine.
If you drop down below
Pain is all you'll feel
Suffer in darkness
Not knowing what's real,
But if you rise too high
Things barely improve
As from suicidal darkness
To manic confusion you move.
Like a yo-yo you cross the line
Up and down without prediction
Almost like instability
Becomes you're addiction.
Never knowing what's to come
Where on the scale you shall lie
Or when it will overpower you
When you shall come to die.
Like a yo-yo though highs and lows
Fearing the worse
And crossing the line,
Welcome to the bi-polar curse.
Selections of Scenes from Paris, 1942 Greetings, Reader. What's before you is a selection of scenes taking place in Paris, Bayeux, Kirkland, Washington, and Earl's Court in London. It focuses on four people, who you will be introduced to as this little story continues. The four of them are not the only characters, though. There are many more, but they are not as important as the main four.Selections of Scenes from Paris, 19422 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Let's begin. The time is January 1942.
A Date is Arranged
"È-Èlènore?" A young woman with thick, curly black hair, a pale face and grey eyes looked up sharply, before sighing, a bit exasperatedly, at seeing who the speaker was.
"What is it, Christophe?"
"Um, well, I was wondering if you, you know, wanted to go out later and do something or something .with me?" Christophe stuttered, threading his fingers in and out of one another while staring at his feet. Èlènore ran a hand through her hair
Recharge Time, Chapter 1"Hello?" Laurence called, trying to slow his breathing. Phoebe clung to him, supporting him, but he tried to bear his own weight. He was the soldier, the strong one. As the soldier, he had to be the one to help her, not the other way around. He just needed to get this bullet out of his leg. Two days was too long; the infection was going to spread soon.Recharge Time, Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Is anyone here?" he called again, a little more desperate. The pain was getting worse faster. It was almost hard to concentrate now. He leaned against the lone needle-tree near the house. Phoebe kept glancing out at the grass, as if to peer around the house. Laurence smiled; he knew about the little garden and the playing area in the back. It was the first place his cousin had taken him, on his first visit to this house of magic.
"You can go explore. I'm fine." Her energy made it hard for her to stay in one place for long. Laurence had to learn not to worry about her wandering off, as she always came right back and stayed mostly within
An Intersection, Chapter 1It had been one hundred and forty-three years since the first of the border disputes. Two countries, Gyderia and Desalan, touching along patches of nigh-uninhabitable forest, have disputed before along their history, but this is the first full-scale war. Gyderia recruits boys as young as eight years old to train them up as soldiers. Mages, too, are recruited at times, but the mages that will join the war effort are few and far between. Ancient Gyderian law forbids the military from forcing those who can control magical energy to work for military purposes. Wars must be won honorably, with superior strategies and strength of soldiers. Outposts along the forest's edge guard against attacks, protecting Gyderian land and pushing at the Desalan border. New units are sent there for their first experience of war, and true battles, and the more mundane aspects of fighting a war.An Intersection, Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Laurence Fitzgerald stood a little straighter as Lieutenant Iverson, nephew and only living bl
Big Girls Don't CryI cling to traditions not because I’m traditional, but because I’m afraid to lose them.Big Girls Don't Cry10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I use them to share my fears and my sorrows and my joys, without the vulnerability telling people what the shared M&Ms means. One person laughs it off and that’s it, okay, I lock my heart away and say no more, no more.
It isn’t because I’m Avoidant, or Introverted, or Shy or Socially Awkward or any label you put on it, they all point back to one thing: I’m Scared.
And if you think telling me that it’s silly to cry in a movie will make me cry for more proper things, telling me that I don’t think correctly will help me think better, if you think saying my brain is broken and my writing is a sign of schizophrenia, then you are only making it worse for me.
You talk and explain and encourage me to express my feelings, but never shut your mouth for long enough for me to do so.
I can’t talk over you, I’m not strong enough, and why else do you thin
Lauren Lee UllothLauren Lee Ulloth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She always was such a, L oud girl. Very talented, A mazing artwork. She always was good with talking to me, U nderstanding me the most. This one time, at the fair. She asked me to hang out and I took the offer. Her daddy decided it was time for her to go and she took a long way around the fair just so she could hang out with me, my god, she R an faster than anyone I've ever seen. She always found ways to E ntertained me, weither it was being exactly like me or showing me the 'world best pizza'. She N ever did let me down...
This girl was L ovely, the prettiest girl I have ever seen indeed. Everywhere I look, she is E verywhere to me. E ven in my heart.
It's such a sick feeling, that U nderneath that sweet girl was such pain. I wish she could have understood how much I L ove her. She L oved all the things that I also loved, even found beauty in the smallest things just like me. Oh how O
TogetherI want to sleep with you.Together1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't mean have sex.
I mean sleep, together.
Under my blankets, in my bed.
With my hand on your chest,
and your arm around me.
With the window cracked.
So it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer.
Just sleeping, blisssfully happy,
The Cottage on the HillThe Cottage on the Hill1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a little house
on a hill aside the forest.
It's quaint, so queer,
but it is more than that.
It is like a little cottage
that should be by the sea,
but someone misplaced it one day
when playing with their toys.
Yes, this house is very childish.
It is a toy in itself.
If you enter the house,
you are a doll.
Or perhaps you are a puppet,
but either way,
strange things begin to happen,
whether you like it or not.
Sometimes the trees have knuckles
that tap on your windows
when you're trying to sip a
lukewarm cup of tea with honey.
The fireplace crackles,
but once in a while
it sings and dances
before it falls asleep.
The mirrors are crooked and cracked
and no one really knows why
except for the mirrors themselves,
and the reflections that replace your own.
Perhaps the oddest thing about
this cottage is the chill.
No matter how much wood you burn,
you still feel icy and gray.
It might just be the scent
that you can't put your finger on.
You assume it is of fresh baked cookies,
Chapter 1 : E M A I L I N GChapter 1 : E M A I L I N G1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sky was high as the children slept and the adults indulged themselves to some rest, but not everyone did the same. Some would sleep, finish work or even just surf the net; of which one person would regret doing.
It was November and about a week ago a young girl from the Hitachi High School had tragically died; it had appeared all over the internet, a lot of people convinced that she was murded. For one boy he tried to avoid all the death talk as he was in the same class as the girl. His name was Akoto Hiroshi and was a typical 15 year old trying to get though school, and was doing his normal studies for upcoming exams. But as he surfed the net, something caught his attention; he had received a e-mail from a unknown source. He clicked on it thinking it was a prank e-mail from one of his friends.
Once he opened it, he became confused as the e-mail contained nothing within in. He looked at it again and again, but there was nothing, he sighed and thought that his eyes were tiered from
The Hunger Games- Snowflake's Story Chapter 8I sit down on the couch with Angel, Stone, and my Avox mother. I had asked her to join usThe Hunger Games- Snowflake's Story Chapter 81 year ago in Drama More Like This
to watch the evaluations and she gladly accepted my offer. I've somehow gotten used to the idea
of her being an Avox, even though it's a bad thing. I feel completely relaxed, and proud of myself
for doing what I did back at the evaluations. I might not get a good score though, but I'll
still have the satisfaction. Seoconda later, I hear the clicking of Candy's heels coming
towards me. She didn't look very joyful when I looked at her.
"Are you out of your mind?!" She asked me in an angry tone of voice.
"What?" I questioned her, pretending I didn't know what she was talking about.
"You shot an arrow....at the Gamemakers head...." She said in a stern tone.
"Oh yeah..." I mumbled.
Angel looks at me with shock.
"She did what?!" He exclaimed.
"She shot an arrow at the Gamemaker's head! Snowflake do you know how much trouble you
will get in?!" Candy yelled, questioning me.
"It's just one arrow, it's not
The Forbidden Melody (UNFINISHED)The Forbidden Melody (UNFINISHED)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Octavia picked up her bow and tightened it, getting ready to practice. She lowered her bow to the strings, waiting a few seconds. All of a sudden, she heard loud music blaring from across the room. She sighed, and looked behind her. Vinyl Scratch was playing her... DJ music, not at all like the cello's melodic voice. Her hoof stiffened on the A string, and she paused for a second. Gritting her teeth, she slid her bow across the string, making a terrible screeching noise like a rat being tortured. Vinyl cringed and her hoof hit one of the discs, making another screech, not at all like the one from the cello. Octavia grimaced, the sound making her ears hurt. Octavia put her bow behind her on the stool, and raised her cello up onto her lap. She loosened the knob next to the endpin, and pushed the endpin into the cello. Laying her cello aside, she picked up her bow and loosened it, the hairs going unaligning and falling down. She
ein wegIch schreibe in staubein weg1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mein gerösteter atem
Die betrunkenen lippen
The Question"Do you ever wonder if you'll you know run? " Kauffman asked under his breath. Fitzgerald paused, rifle balanced on his lap. They'd been set to polishing the weaponry for the next day, the day of their first proper fight. The cleaning solution stung Fitzgerald's hands, and dribbled down one pale sleeve.The Question1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What'd you mean?" His voice felt rough, dropping that low. "Turn traitor? Run from the fort?" He'd heard of soldiers doing so, for no reason, just up and leaving their stationed post along the border. Fitz barely glanced over at his friend.
"No, I mean " Kauffman reddened and twisted the cloth in his hand. His fingers blanched white at the pressure. "In the thick of it. In in the middle. During a skirmish. Turn . Turn yellow." The words weren't much more than a whisper, an ashamed whisper. Fitzgerald turned back to the rifle he was supposed to be cleaning. His last one; Kauffman kept getting distracted by topics to talk about. Like this. Fitz's whole f
Spare Seconds Spent Swallowing SwordsSPARE SECONDS SPENT SWALLOWING SWORDSSpare Seconds Spent Swallowing Swords2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When words fail to fill these lungs
Abandon Ship! But I've already sunk.
Acidic rancid breath
Carved out feeling in my chest
This feeling's got me turning
one hundred and eighty degrees
Spiders running down my spine
Arachnids preventing necessisties
Crimson to jade
Treason without reason
Talk sick (Toxic)
Cause you think it's the antidote
You keep on feasting
Even though you already know
Choking on your own pride
Words taste of cyanide
Bite my tongue until it falls off
I swear I'm not lying
Lock my jaw and cut my throat
Slithering beasts emerge from
Refuse your hand reaching out to me
At the cost of dignity
Grasp the rope tied knot to blame
And hang my head in shame
Amputate this cancer
Because it's swallowing me
Brought to the surface
Eradicate this monstrosity
When the worms come
FrameFrame1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll dance in front of my television
Just to watch my silhouette
With my feet planted firmly
I'll move my arms and hands
Like distinct, ethereal entities
They'll drift around my form
A misty light creeps through blinds
And frames my shadow from behind
A tree with two branches
That swirl around its odd trunk
A tragic limitation of reflection
They disappear within its form
My focus breaking on a pixel
How can this be possible?
The shape is wretchedly abnormal
This outline can't be me
Moonlight Serenade: Chp 3. Wolves PrideMoonlight Serenade: Chp 3. Wolves Pride1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Over the day, with Fletcher's notes and lecture, had Norah learned more then she possible could known about the werewolves. Their ways of living was strikingly similar to vampires, just a bit more open with their savagery.
However, even if many questions had been answered, many remains, and even more questions was born from the answers. Made her far more curious, almost an obsession of thinking, and it helped Norah forgetting her pain and hunger, her own misery.
Suddenly she got flickered hard in the forehead and she squeaked in surprised with a hand against her forehead.
"You are not focusing Mouse " Ace sighed and shook his head. Even inside his eyes was hidden behind the sunglasses, as he didn't rely too much on his sight anyways. As well didn't he break a sweat, even if the severe beating and training he had gone through, unlike her that had a thin layer of sweat over her face, panting for air.
"Sorry, I'm just tired."
"You are unbelievable, tired alread
Shattering LoveI can no longer bring myself to cry,Shattering Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thousand hopeful thoughts crushed in an instant,
What a fool I am to believe this time for sure it'd work,
I do not know why I put myself through this,
Time and time again with you I fall in love,
And time and time again that love is shot down,
You say you wish to not hurt me,
Do you not see the pain you cause,
All that sorrow brought on by a few simple words,
Still I hold out and hope for one more chance,
I still believe despite this we can fix this broken love,
And return to how it once was long ago.
FatherFatherFather2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That's one word
In one breath it can carry the world
With His hands in mine
I know God who is divine
will lead me to straight paths
Words of wisdom You carry through the birds in the morning
the breeze that cuddles me briefly as it waltzes by
O Father of Heaven my soul cries
Mighty the deeds of the Father
High above high all the earth
Sing songs of sweet justice to the Father
For nothing compares to His awesomeness
Skip by the sidewalk and watch the trees sway
If you press your ears close to the ground
You can hear them sing
a song of victory
How the Lord devoured hopelessness and brought light to the world
O how glorious Your name and Your deeds
The leaves which sprung from the trees they sway
from back to the front all day
Flowers bloom and bow their heads
worshiping You as the clouds above say
Mighty the deeds of the Father
High above high all the earth
sing songs of sweet justice to the Father
sing songs of sweet justice to Jesus
sing songs of sweet justice to the Holy Ghost
When It Comes to Love...There are two different sides.When It Comes to Love...11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
One is the Pessimist. She thrives on doubt, self-pity and loneliness.
She always tries to convince me that giving up is my only option. She told me there was no light at the end of my tunnel.
Every once in a while, I believe her.
The other side is Optimist. She thrives on positivity and every scrap of hope I have left in my heart.
She told me that such love does indeed exist in my life.
Every year, Optimist tells me that something wonderful will happen.
I really want to put my trust and faith in the Optimist side.
But at the end of the day, I know I will be judged and ridiculed, for taking Optimist's side in front of everyone.
Because a person who doesn't know me will think I have no hope anyways.
So I show my inner Pessimist to people around me, and usually I keep my true, Optimist feelings to myself.
I look like I never want to be loved again.
But deep down I am desperately searching and asking.
What am I afraid of?
The Measure of a ManCan you tell meThe Measure of a Man1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a mans' to do
When he finds himself looking down
Between his shoes
Trying to find a reason for his life
Atop the littered sidewalk
Will anyone sing your song
When at long last
You take your final bow?
Ushered into the wings
To rendezvous with the Reaper
Who will lament your fate?
Can you name anyone whose life
A heart you've warmed
A smile rescued from a frown
A child who has held your hand
On your daily rounds
In the hustle and bustle
Will the record show
That you stood for honor and integrity?
Not with mere words
Adhering to a higher standard?
Can you lay claim to the divine appointment
With an open door and open arms
To love without judgment or exclusion
To cherish and savor the ones in your care
Knowing that they are on loan to you
From our Heavenly Father above?
Was your wife the apple of your eye?
Did you encourage her?
Protect and love her?
In times of distress, when exasperation
Threatened to exceed yo