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angel of despairHe sat there. Unmoving. Unknowing. He sat there only breathing and twitching. The symptoms from giving up his medication were taking control of his slender body. This man- this creature of destruction, only wanted to be anywhere but in the empty classroom with his back against the wall. He slumped to the floor with a sigh and proceeded to stare into the nothingness that drowned his visions. His body involuntarily convulsed to the rhythmic disease flowing through his veins. As I sat down about a foot from him, I could do nothing but stare as his eyes glazed over the protective mask he bore every day. His facial expressions never gave him awayangel of despair2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfect—not beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eye
That Home AvenueI was wrong,That Home Avenue2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
about it all,
all along,
a fire was burning,
and the bard,
singing his gentle sang,
admitted to,
being wrong,
through and through,
stuck to his wishes,
like a child's home avenue,
so the ashes washed away,
set alight with anew dismay,
was in any way,
anyway to be alive.
So he tried,
he tried to fly and move on,
upon a new state,
that sang a different song,
he remember then,
the people he had left,
but instead of feeling dead,
he accepted what he had never excepted.
I am not colorless,
I am of the rainbow,
not like you but judged heavily,
like you say so,
like you are able to catch this color,
to be smothered by new desire,
but t
Masquerade A flurry of masked and painted faces,Masquerade2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dancing around, counting their paces,
laughing and talking, drinking and reeling,
all thought of remorse, lost without feeling,
among them is me, dancing the same,
i listen and laugh and i feel little shame,
yet inside i know, that nothing is real,
but still i continue, trying to feel
any sweet sense of sanitys embrace,
yet its all fled with little a trace,
so smile i do, through madness everlasting,
and all the while my mind is still fasting,
this mask of mine, of what its made up,
the dark in my soul, is filling my cup,
and still i do drink, every last drop,
and as much as i want, &
PFIC Issue 1 Script2 years ago in Drama
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mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
wait.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the prob
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and nev
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
Alltheirwordsstringingtogetherinunrecognizablehighpitchedgarble.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a fac
Random Incomplete ThingsThe sledge hammer lands hard and Danger goes flying. On the ground Franck realizes he isn't dead and scrambles to his feet to see Kavinsky admiring his handy work.Random Incomplete Things2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"And it's a pop fly, Eldritch Nigger goes over the fence..." Sebastian rejoins them and watches as the mass of flailing limbs lands somewhere in the distance. He sneers at Kavinsky's 1940's voice.
"Not now Kavinsk, we've gotta move."
"It's coming back." Franck is already way ahead of them.
--
Lighters down and tobacco dreaming
but the smoke is not leaving
--
It should be an incredible sight. A tortured young man now completely stable and a subtly humanoid thing behaving lik
What Have We Learned?Gaspard thought it was strange that when he'd called up to Xavier to tell him he was making dinner the younger man just yelled curtly back down to him. Usually his friend would come down, curious to see what Gaspard was making and willing to help.What Have We Learned?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He figured the other musician must've been taking a nap or something, perhaps he wasn't feeling well. However this theory became less and less likely as he heard thuds and strange footfalls coming from the second floor as he tried to wait for the water to boil. His curiosity finally getting the better of him, Gaspard lowered the heat and went upstairs to see what his friend was doing.
He wasn't ex
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 27~~~3 days later~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 272 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D jolted up in bed. "Unh!?" He looked around and held himself. A bad dream. "...Lucinda?" The singer looked around the room and over to the crib, seeing his child sleeping soundly. "Aww..." He looked at the time on the alarm clock.
"Wot da?! Free A.M.?!" 2D jumped out of his bed, tripping a bit.
"Agh!" He caught himself and went to the door, going up the stairwell to the carpark. "..." His gaze fell on the Winnebago.
He was determined to get there. Quietly, the singer sneaked that way. "Hngh..."
Once he got to the door, he knocked quietly, hoping Murdoc wasn't too asleep. 2D waited patiently, humming a song to
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 25Artist Comment: Urgh...Stupid computer is stupid...Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 252 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~Next Morning~~~
2D awoke from the sound of Lucinda whimper. "Hm? Wot? Wot's wrong?" His voice came out raspy and hard to understand.
He looked down at the infant and smiled softly. "Ya 'ungry?" Lucinda didn't answer, but she did thrash her arms about, requesting something. 2D sighed and sat up, wincing from the newly opened wound. "Ow...Okay 'old on, little luv." The singer picked up the child and delicately lifted her head up to his right nipple. "Go on..."
She looked at it and then up to 2D's face, moving her mouth onto the ba
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 18 ~~~~~December 24, ( 8 weeks and 2 days later)~~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 183 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D wandered around the halls of Kong, entering the lobby, singing out 'Deck the Halls' into the empty room. " 's da season to be jolly!" Looking around the decorations lining the walls, he felt happy that Murdoc gave in to celebrating Christmas. He usually did though, as long as there were lots of presents, which there were. 2D happily did most of the shopping online, buying Murdoc some new shirts that he'd like as well as a nice pair of cuban heels, since his others were faded out. His gifts to Noodle consisted of Japanese candy, Powerpuff Girls
white blank pageThe problem.white blank page10 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Sometimes, I have to rinse my mouth out because of that. I still have their taste on my tongue. Hers and his and yours.
(Especially yours.)
I can't get rid of this and start scratching my tongue with the sharpest words I can find.
Piano Strings. Thorns. Glass. Edges. Fear. Grasp. Coldness. Heart ache. Claws. Saturn. Lemons. Tango Argentino. Summer Camp. Lips. Beer. Razors.
But now the taste is a composition of other peoples' souls and an aeruginous copper coin.
Like tea brewed with sewerage and withered moments. That and 300 grams full of blood.
I try to fight fire with petrol and end up in an uncomfortable faint. Deep in
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 222D stretched himself a little and groaned as he felt his neck hurt. He had been tired of this entire photo taking and posing for today. The clothes he was wearing was killing him too. The outfit he was wearing was a black tight jacket and black jeans. He also had a black tie and a black hat. The girls had almost the same out fir but had skirts and diadems instead. They did some sort of fashion collection of some sort of office clothing. 2D and the girls had to get ready for the next shot so they were just in the middle of getting their makeup put on and get their hair styled. 2D didn't wanted so much of it and got the chance to sneak away toMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 222 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 17The band kept going. They went from place to place and it took around a month or more. It was a long tour. The band had already been on their places and played their music and concert.It had been long weeks with fans who yelled out their names and lots of fame without any rest. The sad thing was that the band had seemed to forgotten about what happened a week earlier. Murdoc and 2D didn't fight or speak to each other at all. They stayed quiet and did their "work" instead. They only focused on the music and the concert. Noodle and Russel didn't bother at all. They just felt glad that the two guys finally stopped fighting for a while. Sure 2D aMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 172 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rage.It's days like these that I can't feel a thingRage.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not the razor's sting
No, not a goddamn thing.
I'm numb, inside and out.
The look on my face is far worse than a pout,
It is pure misery.
All you can say is "baby believe me"
But how can I believe you
When my trust has been broken
From the very first word you've spoken?
My heart has been crushed into a million tiny pieces
And as you try and fix the pain in my chest it just increases.
Can't you see this is the death of me?
You left my life full of misery.
I am numb, inside and out.
It is all your fault I even felt that bit of doubt.
The look in your eyes was sorrow,
The look in
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