AloneAlone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were alone from the start,
But you didn't care back then.
You were special.
So special that no one could understand you.
But that was special too.
No one could reach you in your bubble.
Then the others came.
They were more special.
You pulled away.
While being surrounded you felt so alone.
Until you were really alone.
And no one could understand you.
Not even you.
You tried to change.
But the bubble was strong.
You kicked and screamed, but no one noticed.
That was what the bubble was for.
Then came the time when they pushed you away.
They couldn't have known you are different.
Are you different?
you drifted away,
They won't remember.
They won't remember what they never knew.
Did you know?
Who are you?
Why is it painful?
What is painful?
Why are you crying?
Such Envy ConstruedSuch Envy Construed3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Such envy construed from a dead, lifeless thing!
One would think I had taken too much of wine
Yet here I still lie, overcome with this dream
When the sensuous dawn and the morning are mine
I curse the sweet cloth that extends his form
So dark, yet inviting in its fibers of night
If the heart is the eyes, then his heart beats on
For his hand is my scepter and his being my sight
Such violence! Such envy! Are mortals so daft?
If a rose stabs itself on the thorns of deceit
I scream out my words, but you only will laugh
At the warring so bloody, yet blindingly sweet
If I lay me down tightly and rightly to sleep
Then dear Death will come tramping, as soon is his due
Announce my cold state, for the flesh will not reap
I am lying in arms so much sweeter than you
Closed mouthed,I tried to devour myself in my sleep,Closed mouthed,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all tight lipped and tongueless
hours after you left me
with only an unbeating heart
keeping me company.
Callused fingers made me shiver,
but never managed to make me burn.
Instead, they left me feeling cold
a frostbitten liar with a snake for a tongue.
An unnamed poetic.
I'm dreaming of red skies
and dragons of old
I'm begging, and I'm begging,
and I'm beggingPleasewarm me up.
Set fire to these bones
Give me a real reason to scream.
Because, there rests an old poet
in the farthest reaches of my soul
and she longs to fight this fire with flames.
[ As she's learned the tricks of her trade
only conversing with Monsters. ]
Lovely Chemicals-Chap 1-SchemeLovely Chemicals-Chap 1-Scheme..Lovely Chemicals-Chap 1-Scheme4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Crimson, "Micah softened, scowling, "You're a complete air-head."
"That is the fifteenth time you've said that."Crimson pulled her hand at him, "And you're just a grouch. A coward."
Crimson, Micah, Sarah, Rick, Jeff, Nick, and Mary were walking in the middle of the empty road, with large white houses surrounded the entire area, the city with large buildings, as well.
"Hmm.."Sarah bit her lip."I don't think that this is very.."
"Yup."Micah scoffed, "This isn't a good idea, not in the slightest. And, sure, they're gonna give a big speech at central park, but I highly doubt there won't be one person there.They won't risk it."
"Micah!"Crimson glared, " You were there when my dad and Mr.Slice were discussing about leavin' it all alone!"
All eyes turned to Micah, causing him to stutter, "W-Well, they pro-probably changed their minds about that!It's incredibly foolish to leave it all alone.They just.Won't.Risk it.Plus, why would guards go to the speech
I'm Fine.I'm Fine.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two lies spoken,
More often than all,
In reality I'm broken,
As limp as a doll.
Look at my smile,
What hides silent truth,
Judge my petty trial,
Uncover rotten youth.
Under porcelain skin,
Where black and white align,
With a sinister grin,
I'll tell you I'm fine.
Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 6Welcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Part 64 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Part 6 "Where's Ruth?" Tom Cried, Ruthlessly
Throughout the rest of this series I've explored various 'roleplay-isms' which are fine in the RP environment but don't automatically translate well into fiction. This article deals specifically with 'attributions', which are the 'he said' / 'she said' part of dialogue.
It's a generally accepted practise in fiction writing to keep attributions in dialogue simple and to not overdo it with synonyms for the word 'said', like 'shouted', 'whined' and 'snarled'. This includes, for the purposes of this article, the addition of adverbs and other modifiers (words and phrases which 'flavour' a noun or verb) to 'said' - like 'he said wistfully', 'she said with a bitter tone'.
Among editors, the overuse of modifiers in attribution is known as "S.S." or "Synonym Syndrome" and is the cause of
Six Word Story - ShallowLovely eyes...Six Word Story - Shallow5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
...but hate your lies.
Dying to Live Strange. Isn't it? This concept of being alive? What does it mean? Does it refer to the ability to breathe, to move, to feel the pulse of my own heart? Are those the only determining factors?Dying to Live7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What if my heart were shattered, false or created, beating for a mechanical biology? What if my body hasn't the desire to lift itself beneath the weight of the world? What if the air I take in is more poisonous than the carbon dioxide of tightened lips?
Am I then alive? Have I ever been so? Can I die if I have never lived?
Hollywood UndeadMaking The Kids go crazy.Hollywood Undead4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Flaunting the Dove and Grenade.
Can always Tear It Up.
Rocking with the Undead Army.
The City lights up.
It's Christmas in Hollywood.
The Natives are here.
They're not Dead In Ditches.
HU is Comin' In Hot.
Screaming I Don't Wanna Die.
As the Bullet shoots by.
Picking up the Bitches and hoes.
Living in a Bad Town.
Never gonna Apologize.
Shout At The Devil is what they do.
Having those Tendencies.
Speaking foreign like Le Deux.
And El Urgencia.
They say Lights Out.
Facing The Loss head on.
So Young for it.
They're Coming Back Down.
Their Glory at stake.
Making fans run in Circles.
They're so cool that they can Levitate.
California is their home.
They want to Sell Your Soul.
Dealing with Paradise Lost.
And all the Pain.
Not No. 5 but number one.
Everywhere I Go I hear about them.
My Town and other towns.
There's No Other Place better.
They say Turn Off The Lights.
Can they Hear Me Now?
Apparently it's Scene For Dummies.
It's all in The Diary.
This Love, This Hate
Love Hate RelationshipI love the touch,Love Hate Relationship3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the blade on my skin.
I hate that doing such,
Is classed as a sin.
I love the line,
Of blood I have drawn.
I hate this sign,
That my mind is torn.
I love the scar,
That by my own hand is carved.
I hate the marr,
On my skin no longer preserved.
GoodbyeGoodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tears are running down my face,
As I think of you,
Leaving stains of tears and make up,
All along my cheeks.
I replay the only memory,
That I have left of you,
Looking at a picture of you.
It hurts so much,
Too much to bear,
The thought that you,
Are gone forever.
I would give anything,
Just to be in your arms again,
To see your face,
To touch you,
Just to say my last goodbye.
Some people think it's pathetic,
To still cry over you,
But fuck them all,
I still miss you,
And I just want to say goodbye to you.
Oh and by the way,
I love you.
Forgiveness?Forgiveness?Forgiveness?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What makes you think you're worthy?
You think just a few kind words will fix everything?
That everything shall be forgotten because you wish?
It doesn't work like that.
But I'll smile and say everything's okay,
when really the memories never fade
and truly never forgive you for what happened.
You don't deserve my forgiveness
and to think that you not only do, but are entitled to it,
shows just what kind of person you are.
No, I will never forgive you,
so while I smile and pretend to tolerate you,
don't let your guard down for a second.
I'm just waiting, waiting for that perfect moment
when I can hurt you,
as much as you hurt me.
You're not worthy of my forgiveness.
The Lie of VengeanceThe Lie of Vengeance:The Lie of Vengeance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It begins first as a smouldering fire;
A heat that swelters and burns inside your own heart.
It then roars to life as a flame of destruction;
Seeking, hungrily, to consume all who are bound by it...
This is the gift of vengeance
A kiss so sweet that it could only be an evil temptation.
Yet all will seek it in darkness;
For there is none who can resist its sweet allure...
It is like a friend in your time of need;
Comforting and seemingly understanding of your pain.
It tells you that you need to stand up for yourself;
It tells you that others must fall for you to live on!
But this is a lie! Obvious as it might seem;
Many fail to notice the intricacy of this deception.
It is difficult to fathom that the glory and relief which vengeance grants you;
Is naught but an ephemeral wind, existing only for a moment...
Shame and guilt will then crush your spirit
And the emptiness of the void begins to ring hollow within your soul.
The hole which you
Cause and Effect - A Writer's GuideCause and Effect - A Writer's Guide3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Cause and Effect
~a guide to protagonists
Protagonist. That's a nice, official-sounding word, isn't it? You don't have the 'good guy'. You don't have the 'hero/heroine'. The protagonist is your main character, the one people love, and the term is usually considered interchangeable with the first two definitions.
That's not actually true. Protagonist does not mean 'good guy' and antagonist does not mean 'bad guy'. Heroes and villains get lumped into subjective categories, but protagonists and antagonists are completely different things.
Protagonists and antagonists are automatically related to one another, and often end up being opposing forces. No matter what, the protagonist must be capable of some form of conscious thought--otherwise they aren't capable of having a point of view, and you end up with nothing.
The antagonist, however, doesn't even need to be alive. Is a tornado an antagonist? It certainly can be. Any situation or being the prot
AtlasThey call me AtlasAtlas9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel the world's pain
Every heartache is mine
Each tear creeps down my back
The burden of billions is mine
Mine, alone to bear
Silently, I sit
I carry the weight of the world
Upon my weary shoulders
I feel your pain
Weep for your loss
Laugh for your joy
But never does anyone cry for me
My name is Atlas.
I bear everyone's miseries
Yet, who will bear mine?
How did you get those scars?And I asked her,How did you get those scars?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Do you remember
why I counted tiles-
sat in silence for hours,
wishing on the black holes
in my pockets?"
Stuttering against quiet delusions,
She bit a vintage tongue.
I tried to bury myself alive that night,
just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters
between the cracks of my glass skin."
Licking dry lips,
She asked to taste them.
In defense of BroniesOn October 10th 2010, the first episode of the 4th incarnation of the My Little Pony franchise aired. This began the cartoon known as My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Normally this would have gone unnoticed by most people except for young girls. However the show caught the attention of others on 4chan. These people, many of them adult males found that after watching it, they actually enjoyed the show. This in turn started a subculture known as bronies who are basically men, usually young adults who enjoy My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.In defense of Bronies3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Now those of you who are not fans of the show may be wondering "How can a grown man like My Little Pony?". That's what I thought when I first heard about Friendship is Magic and it's male fan base. At first I mocked the show and it's subculture since the thought of grown men liking My Little Pony just sounded stupid. It didn't help that I'd mostly lost faith in modern cartoons and preferred stuff like Looney Tunes or Tom and Jerry. But eventuall
6 Tips for Career Writers6 Tips for Career Writers6 Tips for Career Writers2 weeks ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 9 “Types of Writers” – Section 2 “Career Writers”
With Links to Supplementary Material
In the last article on Types of Writers, we discussed the different types of writers, or perhaps the different attitudes towards writing. The first of these is the Career Writer, someone who seeks to make a career out of writing stories—usually characterized by higher than average writing skills, a knowledge of their field, but limited experience in other fields and a temptation to focus on publishing instead of taking the time to craft their story.
Tip 1: Create a schedule of writing, reading, networking, and editing.
The first major difficulty for a writer focused on the goa
We Were Only PretendLook me in the eyes,We Were Only Pretend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& Tell me the truth.
I'm sick of all the games,
& I'm tired of all the lies.
I know you're hiding something from me,
& I know that you don't want me.
So I don't see the point in staying,
Especially when I'm not worth your loving.
Don't make me promises you
Emotionless KissIt's not like I can even fight it so why do I still attempt..Emotionless Kiss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To drag myself out of my self created lament..?
I tried to make things right but I can't force out your repent...
You're standing right next to me so why do you feel so distant?!
I only wish
To take your hand
Pull you in close
And do everything that I can
To keep you
I wanted to make you mine
Though I waited and waited
You never gave me a sign
It's not like I try to hide it so why is it that you ignore me?
I've got no one to confide in and you won't even reassure me...
Maybe when I'm gone you'll finally start missing me...
It's strange that when I'm dead how you'll finally start listening..
And I hope
That you're happy with this
We can try to save ourselves
With an emotionless kiss
But it's too late
You've missed your chance
Let your love die
And lost out on our romance
I really wish that you could hear me as I'm crying out in pain..
But in this blanketing darkness nothing ever will look the same...
::+Away From The World+::_written poem::+Away From The World+::_written poem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Lying here in anguish and pain with no relief
Holding on to memories of love
That no longer exist but my own defeat
I cry black tears and
They stain my cheeks
The only thing that
Is keeping me alive
Is the air I breathe inside
But I remember love and
The joy it gave me
I remember laughter and happiness...
But it all disappeared along
With all those I loved long ago
My memory of "my friends" is vague
But it doesn't matter they never truly liked me
For who I was anyways
I thought I would find love
In a best friend of my own,
But that just added more grief
Because in the end that person left me
To face my sorrow alone
I don't remember being this way,
I just remember waking up like this
And not being able to think for myself
I sit in this dark place
Wallowing on memories
That were full of love,
But they can't save me,
No one can. I'm better off deserted,
Away from the world....
Your Guardian AngelEvery lie that you toldYour Guardian Angel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your angel's feather has fallen
To every secret you hold
It turns black down from heaven
For every cut on your wrist
The angel's feather is burnt to ash
For every pound of your fist
Her wing is beaten and bash
With every sin you have made
The halo gets more dim
For every dream that had to fade
Your angel forgets the hymn
For every goal that has stopped
Your angel's heart melts
Every tear that has dropped
The pain can be felt