ConfessionToday was the day! Mrs. Lovett was going to try to confess her love for Mr. Sweeney Todd today! Maybe he would finally listen to her, now that the judge was dead and he had a chance to meat Johanna. He was different ever since he had his revenge, more nicer and less colder. Maybe she had a chance. She had her most beautiful dress on today and fixed her hair as much as she could do with her buns. Today the shops were closed as well because it was a sunday, and Mr. Todd promised he would take her to the park today for a picnic down by the beach as well, so she would confess there. She all ready new what she was going to say to him and how she would take the rejection already planned. She sighed, as she placed the food in the basket. She took the basket in her hand and went up to the barbers shop and opened the door.Confession6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ready Mr. T?" she smiled. He smiled back and nodded. They called a carriage and they went to the beach.
They sat on the blanket and both ate sandwiches and drank a little bi
Snow Ball'sAnother day that Mrs. Lovett somehow dragged Sweeney to the forest. He watched Mrs. Lovett who was dressed in her red cape with her hood on playing with Toby who was in his casual winter clothes. Mr. Todd was wearing his black coat along with some black boots and the usual every day clothes. He never understand why woman need so many clothes to live off of. They needed one for every day of the year! It was a waste of money he thought, but then trailed off his mind on how some woman look beautiful in different clothes. Or when they combed there hair or watched the weather. They were all so beautiful, especially his Lucy. But, she was gone and like Mrs. Lovett tells him every other day,"Life is for the alive." then she starts talking about how him and her could have a life together and bla bla bla. He didnt really listen to the rest of her nonsense. Maybe one day he could start a life with her, but now was too soon. Maybe in a year or so, after the judge was dead and all and Johanna wasSnow Ball's6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In PiecesThey sent him home in pieces -In Pieces2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heart in a box;
bladder and spleen disinfected,
wrapped up like a birthday.
His legs followed suit,
each one mended
and folded like an accordion -
toes tightly shut,
and knees zipped.
Next came his arms,
two delinquent acrobats -
first the right one
tightly sleeved and fitted,
waving like the last night
of the circus;
then the left -
its listless shrug
shriveled under the tissue paper.
His torso followed discreetly
as if wondering
where everybody went
and who would still be up
at this hour.
His head came last -
crated like apples at Christmas;
his eyebrows permanently surprised
upon his forehead
and his tongue
a final, flat declaration
Love to death."Anytime you'll see me, think about one main thing: Here I am, waiting for you to come back to me. Trust me, you won't find another person who cares for you like I care, who wants to see you like I want, who wants to talk to you like I want, who looks in your eyes like I used to look, who holds your hand like I used to hold, who loves you like I do. I'll be here always for you as long as my mind would permit this. Hope that you'll think of me before the madness will cover my whole mind. But don't forget: You'll be forever in my mind, in my heart!"Love to death.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But he never came back to her. She died alone, alone with her insanity, but happy. Happy because she went in the graveyard, sat on his grave and there the darkness grabbed her. Her body is still on his grave - it's like being stuck on the lid of the tomb.
InsomniaTossing, turning, melting,Insomnia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desperate for the dreams to come into
The eyes are shut tight.
Nothing but an endless unknown. Abyss. Chasm.
The brain; full power mode.
Thinking of what's happened, what could have been
what never will be.
The sweat dried pillow,
You squeeze it.
No less. No more.
Eyes, they open.
They see what's left of the dead room.
Everything; its staring at you.
Watching your every move, all silent as stars.
Quick! Shut your eyes.
It's all a dream.
I will never know, but I wouldTRANSMENI will never know, but I would4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never know how painful it is to get caught in my zipper. I would take the chance, if it meant I had a penis and I could pee standing up
I will never know how embarrassing it is to get an erection in public. I would happily hide my visible arousal, if it meant I could get an erection.
I will never know the disgust of having to go to the doctor for a prostate exam. I would go and get an exam every week, if it meant I had a prostate.
I will never know the agony of being kicked in the balls. I wouldn't curse or scream about it, if it meant I had balls that could be injured.
I will never need to use a condom for the reason "I don't want my partner to get pregnant". I'd never gripe about having to use a condom, if it meant I had the ability to get someone pregnant.
I will never know the moodiness, bloating, and cramps of having PMS. I would not complain and I would try to deal with the agony, if it meant I got a period.
I will never know the dread of going to a g
Why Transgenders have it roughOk so this is a thing that has me by the neck and i really wanted to speak out about it. Within the L (lesbian), G (gay), B (bisexual or pansexual),or T (transgender)the very last letter has for the longest time been unrepresented. I do not put this in any way of insulting the Gay-Straight alliances that occupy a lot of United States school campuses and other countries like United Kingdom and Germany and Thailand. To a degree these places give rights and accept them enough for anyone in those categories per say to live as normal a life as possible.Why Transgenders have it rough3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
But here is the thing that a lot of people tend to over look because to some of the world it is even more unacceptable then being gay. People that are Transgender have a very hard time even living a normal life because all their childhood or longer, they have had to hide their true selves because they would be seen as freaks. For this article i will show you the side of the woman born as a man.
A mother is carrying a child and to the doctors
For night to fallHer eyes were as orange as October sunsets.For night to fall4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her hair was as brown as dried shriveled leaves.
Her lips brought the color of fresh blood to shame.
Listen, and listen well.
For her name was Autumn,
Autumn was a doll.
And like Jack Frost,
She'd wait outside your window still.
StarsThousands of stars,Stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun and the moon,
A beautiful night.
It's funny to think,
Of what's all out there.
And all we can do,
Is sit here and stare.
Miles and miles,
And light years away.
We're so insignificant,
Yet we're here to stay.
On God and gaysDear Mister.On God and gays3 years ago in Letters More Like This
You know who you are.
You wonder why I sat so quietly when my mother insisted that we get together and talk. I chewed my Orange Julius straw to bits, but you just kept babbling on. A few times, you even paused. Thinking that I might say something. I'm glad I did my eyeliner the way I did that day. I think it gave a good effect when I took the time to narrow my eyes at you over the table.
I'm not sure what my mother thought talking to you might do. Maybe she thought that you would convince me that being gay is wrong. Maybe she thought I would believe it when you told me that it was a choice. That I wasn't born the way I was, God didn't create me this way. I chose it for myself. Crazy hormones, you know?
Using your seemingly favorite phrase bull shit.
You aren't the first Christian that I've met that thinks that being gay is against the bible. But you were the only one who thought that it was your duty to shove that message down my throat. You told me that God would nev
SightlessAs the world crumbles around me,Sightless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know exactly what I see.
Nothing seems to be free,
I try to flee.
But it's not there.
The flames of fury lift,
I can see the rift,
The foggy air can only drift,
My detriment could be swift,
But yet, it's still nowhere.
No one can see the end,
No one can try to fend,
Hell is just one descend,
But no one can pretend,
A sight of this would be rare.
Of course, you see, I make no progression,
I am, in fact, speaking of depression.
Too Much, Too LittleI couldn't possibly look like a boy...Too Much, Too Little3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because my breasts are too big.
My hair's too long to be boy-ish..
even though I like boys with long hair.
I'm far to female..
to be a man.
Then I'm to masculine...
to be feminine.
I dress to boyish...
to dress up.
I act too much like a guy...
to be a lady.
I prefer girls, but sometimes I like guys...
so I can't choose my own sexuality.
I hate guys...
but I still wanna be one.
Can't I just be myself...
without you making it harder to figure out?
If I were a girlIf I were a girlIf I were a girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wouldn't care about pronouns
I would accept being seen as a lesbian
I would be accepted for who I am
I wouldn't be told I'm pretending to be someone I'm not
If I were a girl
I wouldn't have to spend thousands on hormones and surgery
I wouldn't be accused of trying to mask my true self
I wouldn't be called a pervert
I wouldn't be denied the bathroom I want
If I were a girl
My mom wouldn't lose her daughter
I wouldn't have to bind my chest
I wouldn't be told that I'm not really a man, because I'm not.
I wouldn't be called a deviant
I wouldn't be near as much of a risk of discrimination or harm
I wouldn't have to worry about my name and license not matching
If I were girl
I would be myself on the inside and out and
NOONE would argue otherwise
The tree of belowThe tree of below4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Tree of Below
"Dad's gonna kill me!"
Orange leaves flapped in the fierce wind around Kathy as she reached for another branch. Her foot slipped and she screamed, swinging, hands flailing --
Trickles of blood ran over the leaves of below, turning them crimson.
Dad didn't kill Kathy
But the ground did.
starting over.i wantstarting over.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to cup my hands and catch
honey dripping from every
feed new days to the soil
and watch empires bloom,
coated sticky-sweet in
EyesEyes3 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's what most people noticed about him when they first saw him.
A bonfire atop his head, its bright flames licking at the milky flesh as it cascades over his face and neck.
That wasn't what I noticed though.
I noticed his eyes.
Almond shaped with pools of melted gold shining in the light.
Long, thick eyelashes curling from the lids, gently tapping his high cheekbones with every blink.
A semi-thick, smudged line of eyeliner swept all around the feature, adding to the intensity they held.
His eyes burned with emotion all the time, burned with passion for the things he loved.
I could stare into them all day, drowning in the beauty they conveyed.
Wax.Frank Iero makes Voo-Doo dolls whenever he feels lonely.Wax.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today, he decides to make one of his ex-boyfriendthe stupid bastard that decided to cheat on him and knock a girl up. Frank recalls she was in a shitty band.
He stares at the surface of his desk and grabs a handful of melted candle wax. His ex always liked to burn candles when they were intimate. Frank liked that about him.
He smashes the pieces of wax together and shapes his former lover. It looks exactly like him.
He ends up making two more dollsone of the girl he cheated with and one of a little baby girl.
Later that night, he lights a candle and throws the dolls in. As they melt, he can hear little screams.
Frank wakes up the next morning to find the doll of his ex half-burnt, and he wonders why it didn't demolish completely. The others did. He doesn't bother it, thoughjust continues on with his day.
When he goes into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee, the doorbell to his little home rings. He begin
Coming Out Letter-TransgenderDear Mum,Coming Out Letter-Transgender3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I need to go to gender therapy for a very serious issue. I may or may not have gender identity disorder so it is very important that I go to this therapy and figure myself out and such. You're always asking me to go to a therapist anyways. DON'T TELL ANY CHURCH MEMBER, FAMILY MEMBER, DOCTOR....nothing it's just between you me and Veronica. I hope you understand and love me. I was never your daughter....I was always your son I just put on the dress and hoped that you would be proud of me, but not any more I just want to be me and only me. Shane was never a nickname it was always my real name, unless of course you have a better guy's name for me.
Shane Carter-Cheyenne Summers
p.s. Do you like the name I picked out for myself? I love you and please still love me. And I hope i can continue to live in the same house as you as your son not your "daughter". I will check this tomorrow or you can talk to me in the morning if you wake up early enough. I know this is a shoc