A Canvas Of SkinMisleading landscapes and a depleting cast,A Canvas Of Skin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gave strength by forcing me to become the last,
I have a canvas of skin,
An outlet for my assumed sin,
It moves and ages, however can't brake,
Inward anger its main function is to take,
Lost tears and misinformed expressions,
On a canvas of skin, leave meaningful impressions,
I climb a hill that can only get steeper,
I watch my mother and siblings standing next to the smiling reaper,
We connect then hide behind swaying shadows they hide,
I can hug them again, however first must suicide,
If I give in that doesn't mean I give up,
It's just that my canvas of skin has had enough,
The arrival of bandages means they were to late,
A second behind my thought process, again I wait,
For the smile before the frown,
For the appreciation before the crown,
For the smell before the flower,
For the second before the hour,
For the crop before the seed,
And, for the pain before the aging bleed,
Misleading landscapes and a depleting cast,
Depression, a pen meet
weeeoooooweeeeoooowweeeeooooweeeoooooweeeeoooowweeeeoooo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is what we live by
The jist of life itself.
Have fun, party, you only have so many years so do stupid things, take stupid drugs, have crazy sex and never let your soul go because your body is only a physical means of carrying your mind and soul through life
As loing as nothing damages your soul do all the crazy shit to your shell as you want.
God or whoever the fuck didn't put us here to sit on our asses and
and watch the tube or read about bad news
you got a problem then fucking do something about it
you depressed then drink a fucking bottle of syrup, wipe your face, and make it better
go love someone or give someone your umbrella or whatever the hell good sumeritans do I can't fucking spell sumaritans
but go have some fun while you last. do it. go. right now. yes you. all of you. get outta here.
this is what the deciples of whoever created rock live for. the buzz the excitement the accidentally getting too drunk before a gig. but no one cares because they're all in it with you.
Lost hopes and dreamsI'm crawling away,Lost hopes and dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My bruises run deep.
My eyes are bloodshot,
From where I weep.
The blood trickles cold,
Down my face.
Insults haunt me,
At your embrace.
You grab hold of my shoulders,
And bellow and shout.
I cry and I struggle,
And try to run out.
Yet you block me and kick me,
As I lay there and scream.
Left with terrified thoughts,
All lost hopes and dreams.
A messageCold grasp,A message3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No choiceThe effortless footsteps,No choice4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The slam of a door.
A city of anger,
Eyes swollen and sore.
The rhythm of tears,
Flown from four eyes.
The beat of two hearts,
Made the same size.
The despair in our bloodstream,
The loss in our voice.
The sound of my scream,
'Cause we had no choice.
My Boyfriend is a Rock StarMy Boyfriend the RockstarMy Boyfriend is a Rock Star3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Ann, Kayla and Becca
Rock Camp 2011
My boyfriend is a rockstar,
and don't know that I exist,
He lives so far away from me,
That gets me really pissed,
My man was born so long ago,
He's long-gone past his prime,
My sweetie's in the graveyard,
But he's still my valentine,
From Seattle down to Woodstock,
From L.A to Tennessee,
From Liverpool to London,
Our love can never be,
We'll never be together,
Cuz I was born too late,
And with THIS guy setting standards,
I'll NEVER get a date,
RogerxPete-GIMME MAH KEYS PLZ "Spin the bottle, and if it lands on me the first time " there was a flick of blonde hair and perfume was wafted around the air. "Then you can kiss me."RogerxPete-GIMME MAH KEYS PLZ4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roger looked reluctantly at the amber bottle that sat in between him and the overdone, sequined strawberry bomb in front of him, then at the puffy rouge lips that had somehow attracted him only an hour ago. Now they seemed to tacky; it felt like it would be a strain to kiss them instead of a pleasure.
"Well? Gonna spin, Mr. Waters?"
Oh, he hated when she called him that. This was all too goddamned fake. Mind you, it would have been great, were he still smashed, but it always wore off quickly for him. Apparently more so than others, he thought as he shot a glance over at the mascara-clumped hazy eyes that watched him, looking up and down his body like he was on display at a museum.
Might as well get it over with, though. She didn't want to stay all night and it was already way late.
He took the clammy bottle in hi
Static (Vintage Vinyl)You make me feel like I have memoriesStatic (Vintage Vinyl)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never really had
You make the sun look sleepy and gold
like an old photograph
Take me flying to the stars with just the hope to stay
Hey pretty radio take me somewhere I haven't been today
Your voice is pure madness, truth and
sometimes maybe love
I can't conceive of this not being
created up above
Make me float on bubbling poems and lonely guitar licks
Pretty radio, turn it up so we can get our kicks
Feeling so small
Feeling so endless
Feeling so little
When you're away
So let me set a lazy sail
on your sideways thinking ship
Makes me sad to think of life
as just a passing trip
I can feel and I can think as long as there is you
Though you know just what you are you still have to ask who
So sink into my every whim
conducted by your mood
The desperate, wild and sad but never
Oh my lonesome ears cry something bad when you're away
Hey pretty radio take me somewhere I haven't been today
paranoia?Oh gods, this is all our fault. We did this. We all did this. It got so much bigger than we ever thought it would, but It'S all our fault.paranoia?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
LEt's have a paranormal imagE thread, we said. Look at mY creepy photoshOps, we said. (oh, I can tell by the pixels.) It's all good fUn, something to giVe us a nicE little scare while we wait For Halloween season to roll around.
And then sOme bright goddamn kid gets the idea to shop a pictUre of HIM. It's Not all his fault, of course, but it starteD there. Blank face, black suit, it's funny because it's horrifying. He eats children, he said, and you only see HiM on film or when it's too late.
Except He doesn't just eat children anYmore, does He? It's a virus, Mutating until only thE basic Structure remainS the sAme. Mutating and spreadinG by the nEwfangled substitute for word-of-mouth that is the internets. He's mutating, and getting in on the fun just makes it worse.
Let's make a movie, we said. Let's make a blog and a Twitter and a goddamn Faceboo
Alone in the worldI'm alone, it's just me and the dark,Alone in the world5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No people, no noise, no kids at the park.
There's no-one to talk to, no reason to smile,
Everyone you knew has been dead for a while.
There's no emergency services and nowhere to go,
The trains aren't running and your legs are too slow.
Your heart's getting weaker, your soul slips from your reach,
Time's stopped, the tide won't come in from the beach.
The clouds don't move, the car engine won't start,
The silent is complete yet the thump of your heart.
Overwhelmed with grief, you drop to the floor,
You wish to die, you can't take any more.
Your soul rises up and you're left to die,
The tears fall down in one, last cry.
Twist and ShoutJust like the song says.Twist and Shout4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take it to the limit.
And when you need to,
Let it be.
Don't stop believing in what you want to believe. Don't let this world restrict you. Don't let people restrict you.
And most importantly don't let yourself do it either.
And don't fake it.
Because if you do, you'll end up in a life
That wasn't meant for you.
But come as you are
And you'll end up in the one you wanted.
Just gimme some truth, and I'll show you how beautiful the world can be.
Take chances. Don't do that 'what if' shit. Don't even take it.
High hopes and dreams.
People are strange, but they're also human. Humans do what humans do.
Make mistakes, do stupid things.
Life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself and not one person in this whole goddamn crazy flipping floating sphere in this endless flow of space and time can tell you how to do it.
You know it.
And when you get it
When you really get it
It's more than a feeling.
So stop trying to find who you are.
Is this schizophrenia?I'm seeing myself as a two-part person :Is this schizophrenia?4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The One who thinks and the One who acts.
A bunch of people know the One who acts.
A bunch of people know the One who thinks.
But only a few of them know both of them.
The One who thinks is the One talking through these words.
The One who acts is some One you might never meet.
The favorite action of the One who acts is to do nothing. I don't often speak, I don't often show emotions. Some One called me socially incompetent, another One called me coward, a third One called me mysterious. Most of them just call me a friend.
The favorite thoughts of the One who thinks is to think about everything. While people see the stars as little shiny dots in the sky, I can't forbid me to think to the giant balls of flaming gas beyond billions of miles of space. It's just amazing how human can put bareers to prevent his mind from seeing everything at once.
we don't know anythingI have used this piece of writing as a submission for a writing portfolio as part of my application for Bangor University (6th January 2015) -- Danielle Jade Dudleywe don't know anything4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you wrote right-handed, but you played
the guitar left-handed. i asked you why
and your chapped lips formed a crumpled
smile, the smile that always reminded me
of a pink accordion, and you said, "i guess
my brain was just wired backwards that way."
those were the days when i was not a girl
made of smoke and charred bones,
(we pretended that i wasn't, anyway)
the days when i did not need a bottle the way
i had as a baby, now glass instead of plastic
(i hadn't yet recognised that i did, anyway)
and the words i love you spilled so naturally
over my lips like strawberry liquor.
i never told you how odd you looked
with your clothes on, did i?
you liked to play on the beach, alone,
at night time, the moon your spotlight,
the pallid sand your stage. naked, you
didn't sing in english; you said the stars
were your audience, a
My interview ith Rogeh xDDDSE - Hey, Mr Waters.My interview ith Rogeh xDDD5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
RW - Uh, hello.
SE - You mind having an interview?
RW - Um, well, it is my partner's birthday-
SE - *forced grin* But never mind , eh? It's only her.
RW - Um, no.
SE - Moving on! *shuffles through papers* Um...oh shit...where is it....?
RW - ......
SE - Aha! Ok, what is your favourite colour!
RW - I've never had that question before...
SE - *horror struck* What?! Do want me to ask you something else?
RW - No! No, don't worry.....Blue...and orange.
SE - Oh my god. Wow.
RW - What?
SE - *mumbles* Eh. Nothing. Wow.
RW - *worried look* Um. Ok, next question?
SE - Uh....*shuffles through more pages* So...how is the partner?
RW - Oh..Laurie? *smiles*
SE - Yes... her ...Lauren.
RW - She's good. Yeah. I love her to bits.
SE - *scowls* Is she like, foreign or something?
RW - What?
SE - Is she foreign?
RW - Um.
SE - Because if she's like, yugoslavian or something, wouldn't you
I am not my illness. I am not my illness.I am not my illness.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I've had depression for three years, and I used to hate the way my illness had changed me. I thought I could never be the girl I used to be. But my psychologist helped me to see that my illness can never change the inner me. In the end, I will have changed I will be stronger for this battle but my central values and the things that make me 'me' will always remain the same.
I am not my illness.
I have schizophrenia. People call me crazy, and avoid me, because I hear voices and talk to them. Maybe I am crazy sometimes, when I have an episode. But I'm not always crazy. I may be schizophrenic, but schizophrenic is not all I am.
I am not my illness.
The girls at school all tease me because I always stutter when I talk, and sometimes I try to speak but my mouth can't form the words. They call me retarded, dumb. I've never really had any real friends, all because I have autis
Decembersville Ch. 55Chapter 55: Unwelcome Guests at the OperaDecembersville Ch. 554 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh no, Melloni, no. That is a very bad idea," Tin whimpered, biting the tips of his fingers with sweltering nervousness.
"Clock, we are stuck. We'll be diving from barrel to corner for hours till we find the kid. Our last aw man, I'm really saying this hope is you yourself and nobody to make one call. Surely you know a few people or somethin'," said Mellon almost apathetically, all his edginess expressed in his wingful points over to the tall glass phone booth settled near the central square fountain. "And dontcha wig out wheif ya get caught 'cause Z and I will give ya the sign to scram."
The clock freak's pallid complexion turned green and he trembled. "Y-you were going to say 'when', weren't you?"
"Do it for Sophia," Zero interjected with a honey-flavored tone, dis
Gender roles?Gender roles?5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am a person. I have feelings. I breath. I think and blood pumps around my body. I have talents. I eat food. I age.
"So are you a girl or a boy?"
I am sorry, does it matter? I am a human being, I have a brain, I can think for myself, I do not need to have a gender, to have a role, to be what you expect, you think I am a rocker, I give you hundreds of reasons to say why I am not, you then say so you are a rapper? NO! No more stereotypes, no more gender roles, no more, I am attracted to men or women, why can't we all just see past the hype and the religion and see we are all people. Think how happy we will all be when there are no boundaries.
This is the world I want to live in.
A world with no prejudice, no expectations, just friendship, happiness and love. Not love "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Love, love for others for people, for anyone. Anyone that is not you. Please? It is not that hard.
I was born in a male body. I have things which are different t
Some shitty casesHey there dolls.Some shitty cases3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Stop talking about differences between girls 'n boys and just treat me like a human being. My pussy is the only thing that makes me a girl.And even if I don't feel like 100% girl or just entirely flat 'feminine' one (not that I feel like male in a female body, in fact that kind of things doesn't really matter too much for me) does it mean you have to make fun on me or saying all those ridiculous stuffs? No.
Oh, by the way. Note that it's ME and this is MY point of view. I don't want to say that gender isn't important at all but I think there are too many things that are dependent on it and there are too many silly stereotypes about both men and women. And those who feel 'other' in any way like lesbians, gays or transsexual ones.
However, it doesn't matter much to ME as well as my orientation.
(Well I see this thing is getting less and less concise... I'm really sorry, dolls)
You may say "I prefer girls with bigger boobs, you know..." and I can even understand i
Adventures in Babysitting...Ringo Starr waited patiently outside, wrapping the coat tighter around him when a brisk April breeze gave him a startling chill.Adventures in Babysitting...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, the door opened and Ringo found himself face to face with his client, the diminutive Roger Daltrey of the Who.
"I can`t say `ow much I thank ya enough for comin` over, Rings," Roger said as moved aside to let the Beatle in. "I `eard from John and Paul that you`re great with kids."
"That`s true," Ringo replied shyly as he hung up his coat.
"And on such short notice too! But then again, `tis not everyday your fiancé decides to get shitfaced and winds up in the big `ouse." Roger frowned disparagingly as he remembered the phone call from the Brighton police, telling him that yet again Pete Townshend was locked up for public drunkenness. "I`m tellin` ya, Rings...If Pete pulls this shit again, `e`s gone. I`m chuckin` `is deadbeat arse to the curb, I will. But I stay nice to `im cos `e`
Decembersville Ch. 16Decembersville Ch. 166 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 16 - A freaky make-over by the freak Nutty Jimmy
His name is Nutty Jimmy and hes my older brother. Ive told him you are in need of assistance and all depending on his mood, you may or may not make it out in one piece because lately that brat has been whining about not getting too many brains in his stomach because he ran out of friends to chew on. Dont argue with him or ask him questions because half the time you WILL NOT understand A WORD hes talking about. Hes an idiot too, so dont expect him to understand what you are saying as well. Just shut up and dont argue and if hes doing anything that makes you uncomfortable, then that means hes in a happy mood. Oh, and just accept your fate when I mean IF it comes. Its useless to run from this guy. He refers to himself in third person most of the time and if he begins to dance, then that means hes a
Decembersville Ch. 6Chapter 6: Craziness is not on the streetsDecembersville Ch. 66 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chimabell! For gods sake, answer me you little brat! screamed Campara, a foul-mouthed thirty-year-old woman with a long black dress and a vulture-like walk.
She forced open the metal door before her with a kick and glared down below at the gear-infested factory in the underground chamber. Sparks of ember glided across the smoky channel and she could see the many prisoners in white masks and chains pounding down on iron objects going down the industrial line.
Campara frustratingly flew down into the smoky, fiery unit and began scanning the entire occupied area until she finally found her little brother Chimabell sitting at a high level watching boxes get thrown into the furnace. He laughed cutely each time a box went in and got burned. Then his small attention was finally caught.
Ello, sister! Ooh. Are you mad at me?
Allen takes a quiz and failsRingo: ALLLLEN! *falls* Git over here!Allen takes a quiz and fails3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Allen: *surprised* What is it?
Ringo: *holds up a paper* This! Since there really isn't a whole lot of dirt on you, you need to take this here OC quiz.
Allen: And if I refuse?
Ringo: Ever see what Weber's guts look like? >:]
Allen: You can't threaten me like that! >:C
Yuuki: Awww! Come on Allen, it'll be fun. ^^
Allen: *sigh* Fine.
1.)What's your name?
Allen: My name is Allen Radcliffe II. But, you all can just call me Allen, if you'd like. ^^
2.) Do you know why you were named that?
Allen: Well, unlike my brother who was named after my grandfather, Richard, I was named after that slovenly bastard of a father. Hence why I'm Allen Radcliffe II. Though, I despise my name with every fiber in my being.
Ringo: Cause you hate your dad?
Allen: "Hate" doesn't even cover it. >:T
3.) Are you single or taken?
Yuuki: This dastardly man here is taken off the market, babes! *clings* So, no touchy touchy, bitches. ^^
Allen: *has the most befuddled e