She Was But A PuppetShe Was But A Puppet2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fragile skin, pale and cold, wrapped with strings that cut her deep, leaving marks upon the flesh as she danced, the silk of her dress flying around her, drowning her.
She spun upon her toes, wincing at the pain but putting on a smile, bearing the blood as she made her way around the stage, receiving cheers as she moved gracefully.
Her hands were lifted above her head, fingers circling each other as she trained her once bright eyes up towards the man that made her move, the Puppeteer.
His jacket was a worn red, patterned with symbols she did not understand and his grin was evil, bearing all teeth as they glinted at her, telling her to move or else. His top hat fell slightly forward, covering the crimson eyes that made her weak with fear.
Looking back towards the audience, she flashed a smile, one so fake she wished her face would shatter with the lie and danced again, string pulling upon her porcelain skin. She was sure she heard a crack but could not stop as her hair brushed her shoul
the courtshipUpon this skin he slipsthe courtship2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hushed in enchantment
Soothing valleys of lamplight and fire
A touch of rainbow whispers
And a fairy's sigh
Come upon this moonlights kiss
To ravage in gentility
For I am yours
And within this night of eternal spark
We become rain
To arouse a life
Lost within a tribal drumming
Feel me and you will know our song
BondageBondage...Bondage10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fiend of pleasure,
the drive of pain...
the addiction forever;
that drives me insane.
The desire that makes me,
the cloud that has change..
a new founded sex type;
that makes me feel the same.
My weakness is a pin point,
i surrender to the mood;
i feel your breath on me..
like a whip in the herd.
I scream with excitement,
i shrill with glee..
i moan so spontaneous,
I experience the climax,
i endure the rush,
those cuffs hold me down..
when i feel i've had too much.
Totoro TherapyTotoro Therapy2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
moon daisies sway
in the breeze
the Newfoundland's paws
one after another
in the falcon's wake
between the barrow stones
- mating rabbits
along the ridgeway
buzzards rise -
the scent of rain
Innocent SexThe innocence that remains when I talkInnocent Sex2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Even under such depressing lights it stays
The chuckle you can't avoid when you hear my laugh
Makes me smile and cry, such a human trait
Things that we'll never understand
We know the past
Make it count
And when the plans go south
We'll go west to die under the long nights of unpredictable weather
Watch the tides come in and the sun rise
they'll kiss beneath the heat as they begin to bake
Remember in those last moments the nights they shared so close yet so far apart
And dispel the paradox in the innocent sex
Love for love's sake
We can't stand to be alone
the teddy bear makes your heart ache
and drags you alone through cold nights
fake friends and dreams forgotten
move forward with life without that pressure
without the nightmares of retaliation
that drag you awake through the cold sweat
love for love's sake
you're not dead yet
animal AbuseHe hated meanimal Abuse5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She loved me
He yelled at me
She whispered to me
He strangled me
She huged me
He threw me
She brushed me
He cursed at me
She spoke kind to me
He hit me
She kissed me
He killed me
She cryed for me
SerotoninWake up, it's time to leave.Serotonin6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll ride away on constant currents,
and look with sated wonder at all the pretty leaves.
Delicately rustling at our hasty disturbance,
these leaves cry out in gentle, happy, distress.
They're attempting to bid a colorful blessing
so the serotonin can provide us the rest.
Too much FMAWays to Know You and Your Friends Have Been Watching Too Much Fullmetal Alchemist:Too much FMA4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. You and your friends start volunteering to chop off each other's arms so you can get automail. (My friends and I just have the weirdest conversations don't we?)
2. When you get a biology substitute who looks like Shou Tucker, you ditch and go find your friends to have a group panic attack. (Hehe, that was a fun day at lunch ^.^)
3. You refuse to drink milk.
4. You have to keep your friend away from all sharpies because he/she once drew a transmutation circle on the carpet with one.
5. Your friends won't let you touch the sharpies because you drew a transmutation circle on the carpet of your bedroom with one.
6. The circle is still there because none of you can bear to clean it off.
7. Whenever you get cornered, you grin, clap your hands together, and then smack them against the wall in an attempt to transmute a door.
8. You refuse to drink Kool-Aid because it looks like the red water.
9. You find your
Animal abuse poemFrom the wild,Animal abuse poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into a tiny cage,
I could barely breathe, I fell in rage.
I had this sick thought, in the back of my mind,
That soon the farmer would rip the fur off my behind.
I tried to scramble to my feet,
But there was no room.
I knew that this was the end,
And that I would soon get approached by doom.
I felt a hard hand grip my neck,
As I took my final breath,
Please, oh please, save the rest of us from this terrifying death.
FTM coming out letter.READ DESCRIPTION.FTM coming out letter.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- - - -
I love you. You raised me perfectly. Please don't let this letter make you doubt that. It is because of you, that I'm the person I am today. Please keep an open mind about this, and that no matter what happens, I will always be your child. I'll simply say this right now, I'm not pregnant, I'm not on drugs and I don't drink. That's not what this is about. My hand is shaking as I write this, it's really hard for me. In all honesty, I'm terrified about what you will think, and how you will react. I'm still the same person I've always been, your only child, and nothing will ever change that. This is also not a phase, mom. I haven't made this decision based on the past couple days, the past couple weeks, or the past couple months. I've been feeling this way for well over two years now.
I hate this, mom. The feeling that I don't belong in my own body. It's like my mind is linked elsewhere. This body of mine is just a shell. I have the body of a girl, but t
How To Save A Life1. ListenHow To Save A Life8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
2. Hold Still
3. Let it go
4. Dont Be
6. Talk To Someone
12. Im Not Good Enough
15. Have Faith
17. Release the fear
19. Open Up
21. Say Goodbye
white blank pageThe problem.white blank page2 years 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.
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 inside this labyrinth [made of scratches and furrows]. It is the maze of my dreams. And my hands are filthy and viscid from what I found in their shadows and corners.
I'm lost. . . a g a i n.
Lock me up in my core, where everything is possible except an escape.
Lipstick Stainslipstick stains on my coffee cupLipstick Stains2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from a process of thought
as the coffee runs cold
from each sip from these poisoned cold lips
each sip hesitates
a slight procrastination
to avoid the topic of thought
to avoid the cold taste
to avoid the long nothingness of a new day
allowing my thoughts to flow out the window in to the sound of rush hour...
FTMSarah had just finished making herself a sandwich and was returning to her room when suddenly her dad, who had been watching TV, stopped her and said, "Sarah, mom called. She want you to call Grandma and thank her for the skirt she bought you."FTM3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sarah sighed. She had received the long blue skirt her father was referring to in the mail earlier that day, and was hesitant to call her Grandmother. It's not that she didn't like the skirt, it was just that Sarah had a hard time imagining where she would possible WEAR it.
"But dad, it's already nine o'clock." Sarah said quickly, trying to dodge a bullet.
Her father said nothing for a moment, then replied with, "Mom wants you to." And that was the end of the discussion. Both Sarah and her father knew that if mom wanted something done, it had to get done. That is, if you wanted your head still attached to your body when she got home.
Sarah groaned and trudged upstairs to her room. She put down her sandwich on her bedside table and picked up her
Rage.It's days like these that I can't feel a thingRage.2 years 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 mine was dispair.
You might should be just a little scared,
Because I know a thousand ways to kill you.
That's that you get for being untrue,
How could you do this to me?
How could you lie?
I am numb, inside and out.
The look on my face is far worse than a pout,
For it's rage.
Incubus Preview"Thank God you've come."Incubus Preview3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gaspard certainly hadn't been expecting that though it was appreciated. The other man didn't sound like he was joking, which would've been understandable since Gaspard was a man of the cloth after all, indeed he actually sounded a bit grave. Gaspard watched as immediately after the man opened the door to him he quickly walked into the kitchenette. Gaspard quietly closed the front door to the small house and joined his new landlord. The other man, shorter than Gaspard and a little heaver, hastily straightened some papers and held out a ring of two keys.
"They open the front and the sliding glass doors over there. One's a spare, obviously." He gestured to the other side of the room after Gaspard took them, into the living room area where two sliding glass doors led out onto a screened off back porch. Gaspard could see a retention pond and plenty more houses beyond them. "And this" The man slid a few sheets of paper and a pen to him on the counter th
TimeTime2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Its the waiting that kills; don't ya know?
Time stops. The walls rot.
Waiting is a murderous thing.
But if nothing comes from it; what's the point?
But if something comes from it... Well; the battle is only part of the risk.
Wrong of MeIt's wrong of meWrong of Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To want to be equal.
It's wrong of me
To not feel like a woman.
It's wrong of me
To not be sexually attracted to anyone.
It's wrong of me
To consider everyone for a spouse.
It's wrong of me
To not be Christian.
Because it's wrong of me
To think equality means
'Even though I'm not straight, I can secure a job'
To think Freedom of Religion means
'I dont have to be Christian'
To think that Separation of Church and State means
'No church can decide what is best for me'
Because it's wrong of me
To think being an American means 'I can be me'.
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the
United States of America
And to the republic for which it stands
One nation, under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice
I amI'm not your babyI am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not your pearl
I'm not your lady
I'm not your girl
I am your shelter
I am your den
I am your hunter
I am your man
How to Pee Standing UpI recently realized there is no guide for this anywhere in our group. I've been aware for quite a while that it's not only possible, but relatively simple to pee whilst standing up in a urinal like any other guy, without making a mess.How to Pee Standing Up3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Get over your fear. No one is looking. No one WANTS to look. Peeing isn't sexy. No one cares, no one will notice. If anything, you're confirming to people who weren't entirely sure that "I am a boy who just looks sort of female."
2. Pull your pants down to just under your butt. You don't want to do this in a short shirt, I suggest (at least until you're good at aim) wearing shirts that go down to about where your fingers are when standing relaxed. Eventually, with some work, you can pee through the fly of regular jeans without pulling down too far, but I've never managed it and I've been trying for a few months now.
3. Stand with your feet about shoulder width apart, crotch forward, shoulders back. This assists in aim, and this position helps first of
How To Save A Life ShiShiHow To Save A Life ShiShi7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came
A sigh escaped my body as I watched the starry sky. It wasn't the first time we've done that, but I couldn't find a damn condom. I told her, and yet she only instructed me to take her anyway. Mew I hope she's not pregnant, please Mew don't let her get pregnant.
"Gary?" Looking back, my heart nearly leaps out of my chest. There he was, my true love, looking absolutely angelic in the moonlight.
"Hey Ashy-boy." Seeing his Pikachu perched on his shoulder, I sighed mentally.
"Why do you still call me that?" He asked folding his arms across his undeveloped chest. He looked so small, and childish still to my eyes, no wonder I did nothing but worry about him. Though I doubt the red head, or that Brock
Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:Immortal Butterfly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was somethi