he/himsomeone came out to me recently, asked me to usehe/him1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
his correct pronouns when we’re alone,
but says whenever i’m over at his home,
‘please could you switch back to the wrong ones? i don’t
want my parents to know who i am.’ so every time i sit at their table
for mashed potatoes and peas, i listen to a father asking
his son how her day was and i hear him start to think that he’s alone
and i watch every wrong word they say strike like an axe into
the trunk of a young sapling who’s just
starting to grow into his own.
i know they don’t know better, but it’s hard not
to hate them when i am censoring every word i say
before it comes out of my mouth, changing secrets into
dinner time conversations, because a boy does not feel
safe enough in his own skin to come clean about something
as pure as the foundation he has been built upon.
later he tells me that he wishes he were strong enough
to just tell them, but he knows his father still
has the c
Change of hearts 1Fanfic of SherlockChange of hearts 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Change of hearts 1
"I can't believe my dear Howard is gone!"cried the old widow out as peramedics removed the dead body of her murdered husband. "Anyone who pops to mind that hated your husband so much that he wanted him dead?"I asked not interested in the grief of the wheeping widow.
"What he means is that we're sorry for your loss ma'am."John picked in, trying to smooth-talk my emotionless action. "But we want to catch the killer of your husband as quickly as possible and therefor we need to question any person of interest. Is there someone in preticuliar where Mr. Jamesson spended a lot of time with?". "Well..."she sniffed. "There is one person who knew my husband better then I did and that's our granddaughter. She lives here at the mansion ever since she was 15 because her parents died in a car accident. Even though she has the rebelious character of her late mother instead of the character of my late son, she and my husband sticked together like g
10 Promises10 Promises2 years ago in Romance More Like This
QUICK THING: You don't know how much better this will be if you listen to this song at the same time. Seriously, the song alone is tear-jerking. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhHKfSFGdUI
One- You promised me you weren't hungry.
We'd been in year seven, and it was the first day of high school. We'd made other friends, but we were lost and sat behind what we thought was the gym. The day had flown by, but my stomach had been in knots thinking about lunch. Who did we sit with? Where did we sit? What would happen?
I was nervous, and I could tell you were too. You're just a better actor, always had been. We'd met in drama club four years before when we were just eight. You'd been the best there by far, and had walked up to me and asked if I'd be your partner. I'd been terrified and not spoken to anyone, so I was ecstatic when the star pupil asked me to work with him.
Behind the gym, we were shielded from any bigger kids by the tennis courts. We were sat with our backs against the harsh bri
Are There No WordsSpirits flagging--Are There No Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What speech to
wake and stir that which is now
muddled and benumbed.
Flailing about, the tongue leaves sensibilities stranded
there are no words.
What paints the state of draggled souls;
hard beset by vile grief
eclipsing former sorrows.
Who can scribe the tale of writhing lusts;
from cringing lips – base cravings
rightly deemed hateful, yet
blasting ever against the battlements
of wilting will and conscience?
Are there no words?
to cleanse the dregs of mournful humors;
to span the ragged gaps of jaded comprehension?
In these cruel and bitter throes,
let voices of compassion flow.
pockets of emptinesswhen morning opens my eyespockets of emptiness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am still heavy with unlived dreams;
the dramas of the night
lace shadows over this face i find,
daughterless mother in the mirror.
still, i breathe.
i slide a Prozac over my tongue,
stumble through breakfast,
cancel another appointment.
in drinks, i measure the time left,
count the hours that pass without you.
still, i breathe.
i do what i cannot do without doing,
nap between, in increments of 20.
something within has rotted,
all is by rote, mechanical and dead
yet i am not without emotion.
still, i breathe.
i breathe and breathe and breathe,
sometimes i forget to remember
and sometimes i remember to forget.
mostly, i breathe these pockets of emptiness
all there is of you;
Rescuing a ghostThe dreams I see are smoke and vapors,Rescuing a ghost1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
tides of mist that curl around my mind,
swamp spirits in bog bodies that scream,
blood-curdling and brain-bending,
making every attempt to dislodge, dislocate,
my unconscious faculties and feelings.
These are my nightmares, my dark demons,
secrets that mutated from mice into monsters,
transformed my heart into a no-man's land,
somewhere between hypertension and flatline.
Cold and cruel,
poisonous and grey --
My life is an environmental hazard,
shady and smog-soaked stillness;
I need somebody with a hazmat soul,
someone with a tolerance for tampering.
Throw me a line, throw me a bone,
give me what I need to survive.
If the paths of my arteries become constricted,
if the fork in the road becomes a knife,
if the road less taken becomes the only road remaining --
consider it a small victory to have entered my life at all.
Tear me from my eyrie, scour the flesh from my skeleton,
consider it a triumph to have saved me from myself.
Blind me, strike me wh
No man, no cry.I have my armour on, I have my guards up high,No man, no cry.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not getting hurt again, no man, no cry.
I push them away, I say no, before I know,
I stop before I start, I prefer to lay low.
I felt broken once, it was too much to bare,
I loved with all I had. Better not to care.
I have my reasons, everyone has their own,
I just don't know, if life's worth it... all alone.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Twitards Invade The EnterpriseTwitards Invade The Enterprise6 years ago in Humor More Like This
A/N: I dont own Star Trek or Twilight. Oh, and in the 24th Century all data on the Twilight movies have been lost so all the Twitards have to go on is the book series. As you can see, that leads to complications.
Data was on his way to the bridge when he bumped into a young woman. He stopped to see if the young woman was okay.
Are you all right? he asked.
The lady looked into his eyes with delight.
Golden eyes? she asked.
I am Lt. Commander-, Data began.
The woman continued inspecting him and interrupted Data before he could finish his sentence.
Sparkly skin that feels cold. Youre Edward Cullen! the woman exclaimed.
Data was confused, not knowing who this Edward Cullen was.
I am afraid that my name is Data, and I have no knowledge of an Edward Cullen.
Unfortunately, the young lady was not listening to him.
Oh my God! I cant believe that I met Edward
no means noI.no means no2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can come off as being needy
needy- like the time he pressed up against me
and said it was okay
'this is what people who love each other do'
his shy words gripped me
‘i love you’
tighter than his grasp that night did
at the time
it was hard for my head to wrap around
what his skittish words really meant
because love is a tentative word
i love falling asleep
(the same way i fell for him)
knowing there are stars above
strategically placed to protect me from
i love the way i can feel
as if a shoddy blanket
(or a pair of arms)
can warm me for a fortnight
i love the way music leaves an imprint
(like gentle kisses to a pearl collar bone)
that won’t quite wash away with
hard scrubs of soap
(or the guzzling of bleach)
and i love eating ice cream-
i don’t think i want him to love me
like how i love ice cream
i want to be more to someone
than something that tastes good
on a sweaty day
Hydekre - An Excerpt from Intro[Please read description]Hydekre - An Excerpt from Intro1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The robot scanned the surrounding crowd with his eyes and snagged a glance at every shocked face. The woman who had been fond of his mystery was now cowering against one of the tables. The drunkard at the counter stared with a round gaze that was once drowsy moments before the fight. The tall man with the tattered hat was stiff with shock and the rugged man playing cards at the nearest table looked the robot up and down with windows of astonishment. Yep, the machine thought with a grim frame of mind, same faces every time. Exactly the same. That was his cue to leave before things got too out-of-hand--if they hadn‘t already.
He bent and grabbed his hat off the floor and brushed it off in a smooth, mechanical motion and stepped up to the counter where the ruda was still waiting for him. He grabbed it between his friction-coated fingertips, brought the glass to his face plating and tipped his head back, instantly absorbing the glowing liquid through the kre
Writer's block.A thirteen-year-old poet,Writer's block.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage.
What to write, oh, what to write…
Her fingers wrapped around a pencil,
Gently tickling the page
With a language between herself
And her imagination.
Thoughts race through her mind,
Frozen hands on a silver clock
Turning moments into
D r e a d f u l h o u r s .
What to write, oh, what to write…
Crickets stop their chirping,
Birds start to sing.
Five thirty in the morning,
And not a single word on paper.
What to write, oh, what to write…
She begins to scribble across the page,
Doodles and anything that crosses her mind.
Words begin flooding her thoughts,
As she wrinkles the paper and grabs a clean sheet.
“A thirteen year old poet,
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage…"
And just as she nears the end
Of these words,
My Scars Prove You Wrong (original song)Scars on the surface, on my skinMy Scars Prove You Wrong (original song)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Look at the wounds to know, where i've been
Throwing me against, my own walls
But I've learned to fly, when i fall
And I know my scars are only on the surface
And I know that I, I, I am not worthless
No matter how they break me, i'm unbreakable
No matter how they hurt me, i'm invincible
You know a heart
Keeps on bleeding
When it breaks it goes on beating
I, I'll keep on keeping on
'Cause my scars prove you, wrong.
The Spontaneous GuyThe Spontaneous Guy4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If I could write a poem to make you fall in love with me,
I would have done it the moment I met you,
The moment I felt you smile..
The time you took me with that kiss.
I always want to make the world better wherever I go,
Speak my words and strengthen every person's will.
But every time I see you it's I who couldn't speak,
And whenever you touch me my world's perfectly complete.
So maybe tomorrow I will be able to write the poem I long to write you,
Look you in the eyes and tell you how much I really want you too.
It shouldn't be that hard to say a short "I love you",
But falling in love has even taken me to a place far from complete.
Alien The alien awoke at four AM and waited impatiently for enough coffee to drip down to make a cup. Smoking had been banned in his building, and he wanted to take his coffee outside and have a cigarette before the earthlings began to gather. The alien didn't enjoy trying to smile and nod as they talked about the weather.Alien1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One coffee and two cigarettes later and he was back in his apartment. He was lucky this morning, and had beat even the earliest of the old farts. He sat down at the computer and began to write. It didn't matter what he wrote; the important thing was to write for an hour, about anything. The alien's name was Routine. The long day stretched ahead like an open road, but he knew each twist and turn. He realized that he was writing cliches, but let it go. No one would see it, anyway.
He missed the old days, before the Health Department ruled the world. He thought of JD Salinger, typing away at words no one would be allowed to read until after his death. He won
pretty little definitonsi have a dictionarypretty little definitons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
hey, let's start with
a fragile little (adj.)
describing my take on the world
and yours on me.
a (v.) you've turned
into hell on earth for me
yet you can't even
begin to know
now we have
meaning not acknowledge, not returned
not even given a single thought to
yet another (adj.)
you'e oblivious to my effort, unseen
after all this
i might as well
"to give up completely or agree to forgo, especially in favor of another"
BP Shattered GlassBrave Police J-Decker: So~ Recently got into Transformers Shatter Glass and thought 'hmmm .what if ' and this is the result. Enjoy!BP Shattered Glass5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Blah" Normal Talk
-Blah- Comm. Link
Blah Thinking to Oneself or Emphasis you should be able to figure it out~
"BRAVE UP!! J-Decker! Duke Fire! Super Build Tiger!" Inspector Tomonaga Yuuta cried out, his badge wirelessly streaming the unification codes to their proper recipients.
"So, you think such a trick will stop me?" The wanted scientist, Dr. Ein Tate, cackled from the cockpit of his jellyfish modeled robot. For nearly twenty years, Dr. Tate had been studying light speed engines and the possibilities of warp travel. When his funding was cut in lieu of more 'practical' sciences, the man became embittered and resorted to stealing or black-market distributors to continue his work. His current machine, the Man-O-War Levitating Saucer, is composed of millions of dollars in stolen circuitry and mech parts.
Sacrifice: Chapt. 1Jasper rested on his bed as he stared at the suitcase he had packed, holding the letter he had received earlier that day in his hand. It was from Xephos, calling to Jasper for help. The hero's had found more information about Israphel and wanted help from him. "Why me?" He had muttered to himself. He hadn't really helped out before, except for the time when they stole his music record from his house.Sacrifice: Chapt. 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
He sighed loudly as he folded up the piece of paper and tucked it into his pocket, grabbing his bag and carrying it down the stairs of his mansion. He hadn't packed much, just the things that would be necessary for the journey. Upon reaching the door, he set his suitcase down and turned to have a look around his house, biting down on his lip lightly. The Skylord knew very well that it could be the last time he ever saw the place and he wanted to get one last look at its comfort before leaving.
A small smiled made itself present on his lips as he took in the warmth of the house, pleasant me
RematchRematch2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
The Training Room
The sound of metal being crushed, torn to shreds by an angry emerald-skinned giant, who decided to vent his rage, echoes throughout the entire room. A thunderous roar soon follows as the Green Goliath lashes out against the remaining obstacles that dared to assault him. In a matter of minutes everything is destroyed, leaving nothing but carnage and destruction in his wake.
JARVIS' announcement goes seemingly unnoticed by the Hulk, blocked out by his breathing and the savage rage that threatened to consume his mind. He stands motionless, unmoving from the very spot where he terminated the remaining obstacles. Then he heard the sound of hands clapping together, which immediately causes him to turn in the direction that the sound originated f
Poem for a WhovianWhile some call me 'weird' and others 'quite geeky'Poem for a Whovian1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They know not the masses for whom I am speaking
And yes, I concede that, true, it's as maybe
I shrug with a smile, say 'would you like a jelly baby?'
So now I give you my full borne confession
A glimpse into the world of my one true obsession
A world without end at the clip of its pace
Of a roaming old man through all of time and space
And when you see me there alone
Drifting in the other zone
Don't be alarmed when you discover
I'm quite unlike just any other
For the TARDIS flies within my veins
And Daleks shriek inside my brains
A vworp my ears do long to hear
In hopes the Doctor may be near
A scarf and fob watch around my neck
Claim I've met Toulouse Lautrec
Red trainers strapped upon my feet
A bow tie in my pocket, keep
Self taught to write in circulus script
That fictitious tongue of those in the crypt
And, true, Rose is my middle name
But also she, my favorite dame
In dreams I tend afar to stray
Yet return always home to Gallifre
her bones are no more metal than oursShe says to me,her bones are no more metal than ours1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been lucky, everything slides past
and I just don't fall down.
Sometimes, she says,
I'd like to fall down, to come apart
the way people like you do
but I'm stronger than that,
and I just can't afford it.
(I wish she knew
nobody can afford it,
and we are all strong
but sometimes life is heavy
and mental illness doesn't
it's just a shame
that people like her
I'll be back as soon as I canI'll be back as soon as I can.I'll be back as soon as I can4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(This is a story about Jasper/Lysander. It's slash. So if that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you don't read this. Also, I spellchecked this, but please keep in mind that English is not my native language. Feel free to point out if there's any major grammar flaw that I need fixing. Also please keep in mind that I let my imagination run wildly as I wrote this. Thank you. )
As a Skylord, there are many rules and etiquettes to follow. Like; don't ever under any circumstance fly your airship while being drunk and don't let others fly you airship, for instance. Another one could be; don't speak of things concerning the Skylords to them without such rank.
It's important to follow these rules, especially since the Skylords are viewed with lots of respect and admiration by the citizens of Minecraftia.
When it comes to rules regarding relationships, it gets a bit complicated. In the old rulebook of the Skylords it is written that a Skylord may c
Icarus,Icarus,Icarus,1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You cannot reach that nectar
on a pair of bumblebee wings:
there is a reason moths don’t get to heaven,
that black hole in the centre of every light
drags them in
self destruction is a drug,
self destruction is seduction,
rotten apple juice can’t get you out of the singularity.
Just let it drag you in because
we are all lost,
we are the definition of lost,
rattle the cage bars all you want.
It’s a seven year sentence
and you’re halfway to the sun already
and you wouldn’t want to melt too early, right?
You are a strawberry grenade,
a cloud of rusted barbed wire
but if I don't shoot you down
you will just make a messy end of yourself.
Suicide isn’t romantic:
Socrates and Boudicca had a reason to poison themselves,
a valid reason,
Yes, it is your choice,
but it could easily be my choice to
drown in the vomit pool party like you.
LuminousWe lie together in the darkLuminous1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pale shape of you sleeping
rising and falling in the heat
I run my hands over the curves of your form and the walls
the curling corners of posters and
the four poster bed.
naked except for your shirt
the sound of the floorboards creak
in the hush under the soles
of my feet.
stopping to smile
at the faded play on words I can make out in the dark
outside the window
(and in my mind)