Don't Leave MeShe sighs. "So what you're telling me is... You're still going to leave."
"At least a week."
"But... That's too long. I can't wait that long; I already miss you. Besides.. A week turns into two weeks, and that turns into a month... You know what happened last time... And you're leaving me..." She shakes her head in disbelief and turns away. She was never able to let him see her tears, whether they were happy tears, or sad tears, or just tears. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know, I know... Come with me, then."
He smiles. "We'll go there together so I don't have to leave you, okay?"
Read stories/poems for free, then publish your ownHello, I'm Jochannon; I've been publishing online for about two years, strictly small-time, but I do have dreams.Read stories/poems for free, then publish your own2 years ago in Personal More Like This
WHAT I'M DOING
Every week I publish original stories, poetry, fan fiction, one Edgefolk story, and email them to my subscribers.
I also publish comics, manga, cartoons and visual stories of all sorts: http://jochannon.deviantart.com/journal/Publishing-Manga-Comics-Graphic-Novels-Artbooks-293264925
I will take literature from any genre.
No limit on the length of poetry or stories, but I have time constraints, so longer pieces are harder to read, so are less likely to be accepted.
Once I have published a piece of art, all rights to it revert to the creator.
Sex: it's normal, it's natural, having sex in work will not disqualify it, but I will not publish pornography or erotica.
Considering the previous paragraph, artwork touching on rape or pedophilia must handle the subject with delicacy
I reserve the right to not publish any artwork th
sometimes, it gets to medo "normal" peoplesometimes, it gets to me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
have to find people
who support them being alive
do "normal" people
have to find people
who accept their love for another
do "normal" people
have to be told
"i have no problem with you being here"
do "normal" people
have to find people
who will "help them be themselves"
if "normal" people
don't have to waid through millions
to find one person
who "needs" to say
they support them, accept them, have "no problem" with them, and will "help them"
why do we?
there is nothing wrong with us
why do we /need/ to be told these things
why do we have to be treated
like we have some sort of disability
why can't i just tell my friends
"hey, I'm transgender"
and have them respond
"oh, okay, so did you see the game last night? crazy, huh?"
i just really really hate
that we have to be told
"we still love you"
"I'll support you no matter what"
"i don't have any problems with people like you"
it just feels like they're taking pity on us
but i don't want their pity
Heart of the BrokenWhenever I fall asleepHeart of the Broken2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I feel my blood just racing faster
Creeping up to find a lover
To devour in pain and laughter
It's a terrible love to be
A painful love to see
But surely it's not
It's a hobby to be
It's a habit of greed
Maybe it's not his fault
He loves him softly just to find a lie
But he stabs his eyes
To stop himself to cry
To wreak a soggy majesty
Upon a murderer in the sympathy
It's an experiment
A love is just a testing
But do you think upon
His past before you flee?
It's a serving winch
But it's a saw to be in half of thee
To die and flatter the stench
GoneSometimes when I'm aloneGone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel you touching my hand
I can feel you grasp my arms and rub the wounds
Whenever I've hurt myself
I can feel you rubbing my side whenever I cut
You whisper in my ear and tell me
"it will all be okay, I promise."
I can feel you holding me
Rocking me back and forth in your arms
Just continuously rocking
I can doze off and dream you're holding me
But I wake up to find just a picture
Even now, I can accept that you're gone
It gets harder every day living without you
I feel like I see you sometimes
Only when I close my eyes, though
I see you there and I want to come and hug you
But every step I take, you get farther away
You drift off, or disappear into the wind
And I cry for you
I scream and shout until my lungs are sore
Because I want you home
I want you to hold me
I want you to be my daddy for once
But I know if I reached out
I'd just fall through.
A Life Of Shame?What gives you the right to judge?A Life Of Shame?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What gives you the right to stare?
What gives you the right to hate us?
What gives you that damn right?
She's my wife
She's my love forever
I just want to hold her hand
I just want to kiss her
Without the staring
Call us names
Give it all you got
But this is not my life of shame
This is my life filled with joy
Filled with tyhe love of my life
Filled with everything I ever wanted
So this is NOT my life of shame
I will not be ashamed of m wife
So you can judge all you want
But I won't be ashamed for my feelings
Because I like who I am today
So tell me
Who are you to judge what's right?
To judge us in general
Or are you just afraid of something you don't know
Or perhaps even jealous of something you miss?
This is not my life of shame
Lesbians are also human
And we will not be ashamed of our feelings
So who are you to judge us?
ForgottenForgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A congregation convenes to
confront a cold corpse's casket.
Bringing before it tears, emotions,
memories, and trembling limbs.
Not a single word is mustered,
yet a realm of regret clouds the scene.
Tears graze the soil that will become
an eternal resting place six feet under.
Naïve mortals mourn the hollow flesh,
ignoring the omnipresence of the dead.
An icy breeze turns vertebrae into glaciers,
chilling any soul whose eyes encounter the casket.
Words would only interrupt the ceremony.
Tears only salt the earth, which awaits flesh.
We must cherish the memories nearest our hearts,
lest the casket, the corpse, and all else be forgotten.
God Bless You-AndleyAshley was pissed. The thing that made it even worse is that he was pissed at me.God Bless You-Andley2 years ago in Drama More Like This
So what? I mean there isn't any harm in talking to my ex girlfriend is there? Well he seems to think there is. He says you don't do that. It could be basically cheating.
Yeah, did I forget to mention Ash and I are kind of dating? We are, and I don't know what to do. He's never been pissed at me.
We'd gotten into an argument over two hours ago, and he hasn't said a word since. How childish is that? Of course I didn't help the matter by blowing him a raspberry...
I walked back to the bunks. I peeked in Ashley's and he was out cold. I crawled in beside him. I snuggled up to his chest, and soon fell asleep myself.
I dreamed about Ashley. Every time I sleep he always finds a way into my dreams. Sometimes I wish he wouldn't. This is one of those times. All he did was yell at me. I couldn't make out what he was saying.
I woke up with a start, and Ash was propped up on his elbow.
"Hey." He whispered.
First Andley Fic Part 1First Andley Fic Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ashley awoke in the morning around 7:00am. He rolled to his side and grunted. He pulled him self into a sitting-slouching position. "aauuuggg" he groaned. He stood up slowly and stretched. Ashley knew he had to take a shower before the show today, so he mas-well do that now before he procrastinates and forgets. and plus, he figured, It'll wake me up. Ashley clumsily walked to the bathroom. He stepped in and looked in the mirror. He reviewed his schedual for a minute. -Okay- he thought. - i have about four hours to get ready for this show at noon...i can probably worry bout the stage makeup later...- He turned around. He twisted the knob in the shower to almost hottest setting. Then he took his shirt off and threw it to the side.
"HAAAY!" A spazmatic voice hollered. "YOU LEFT THE DOOR OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!" It yelled again.
Ashley looked towards the door way of the bathroom. it was wide open.
"OH GEEZE! THANKS CC!" Ashley responded. he hurried to the door and pulled it closed. -Thant was a cl