Is My Heart Broken?I don't understandIs My Heart Broken?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why my heart beats the way it does
When I see your smiling face.
Good EnoughWhy am I not pretty enough?Good Enough8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just like you always said
now everyday at lunch is when
the toilet is my best friend.
Why am I not wanted enough?
it's written across my arms
the way you ignore me makes me feel like
the scars do more help than harm.
Why am I not good enough?
I gave you everything plus my heart
but still you pushed, used and broke me
and left my heart in shards.
Why am I not loud enough?
for you to finally see
that deep inside my bleeding heart I realize
that you're not good enough for me.
Recoverynot starvingRecovery5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why?WhyWhy?5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Every day as I get ready I ask the same question,
I look into my bathroom mirror and ask myself why?
Why am I so ugly?
Why am I so overweight?
Why am I so dark?
Why do I have on and off acne?
Why am I so hairy?
Why don't I have perfect s-curls?
Why am I not slender?
Why is my nose so wide?
But most of all why am I not perfect?
Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chap. 2Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chap. 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frankenweenie Fanfiction chap. 2
His parents were fighting again. It did not bother Nassor very much anymore. He had grown used to it. They fought about a lot of things, but mostly about family. His father, Herman Karloff was always inviting his relatives to stay when they were anywhere nearby. His mother, Mary Shelley Karloff did not appreciate this. In her mind, Herman's relatives were a bit too strange for her taste and she wanted to keep them away from Nassor because she did not want him becoming as strange as the rest of the Karloffs. And now he could hear them again, passing his room and going down the stairs, their voices raised.
"Herman I don't want to hear another word about it. Of all the people in the world, why Uncle Ardeth?" His mother was obviously very disturbed by the thought of this Uncle Ardeth, and this intrigued Nassor.
"He's coming all the way from Egypt, the least we can do is give him a place to stay. Besides, he'll probably be busy. He's bringing ancient Egyptia
I love you tooI hate hanging up on you after the way you say "I love you."I love you too5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Somehow totally pronouncing the period while simply saying "I love you".
It's one of the constant feelings I have with you,
Leaving me mindlessly craving for more.
I love how your voice strikes my inner sides,
But not how it happens to take over my mind.
And it never seems to strike alone because of my love for you,
A love I risk to trust in all the beautiful lies.
So I try to savor your words in my mind,
The way your voice holds my heart away,
The river of longing lit by your smile,
Every moment of what we have.
AnorexiaMornings filled with hunger pains,Anorexia8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blood slowly dying in my veins,
Exercise then fall to the floor,
Haul body up then work out more,
Chest growing tight and lungs are weak,
Head to tired for tongue to speak,
A mirror hanging in the hall,
What I would give to have it all,
With every bite of food I fail,
Body and spirit growing frail,
Silently dining from an empty plate,
Life measured out in height and weight,
Pangs of guilt as pride begins to grow,
Rib and hip bones clearly now show,
Each extra inch breeding despair,
Body and soul now running on air,
Staring as the mirror is now too tough,
Because nothing will ever be good enough.
Normal PillsNormal Pills4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take them once,
I take them twice
but the pills don't
seem to suffice.
My mind is racing
with total doubt,
but the pills are running out.
Its hard to swallow,
harder to breathe,
I'm still not normal.
Why can't "weird" just leave?
recoveryRecovery, doesn't mean getting fat, it doesn't mean porking up like a killer whale, or a pregnant woman. It doesn't have to mean that. Does it feel like it? With the ensure filling your stomach, with the bloating that makes you feel as if you could explode. Sure- it may feel like recovery is your worst enemy. Only you're wrong -because up until this point you have been your worst enemy. Knowingly, unknowing, it doesn't matter, because you were skinning the years from your life. It doesn't matter that you didn't have a plan, it matters that you didn't care to live. Passively you wished to evaporate, disperse in the air. Like a magic act you wished to disappear and up until the point relapse has been inevitable, you clung to the idea of invisibility. Only now- it's time to peel away the covers, you know it's time to come out from the hiding, you have to be seen. Recovery doesn't have to mean pasting on slobs of fat, will it entail weight gain? In my case, absolutely. Will it entail feelirecovery5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Male!BelarusxReader: Soulless EyesMale!BelarusxReader: Soulless Eyes3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Why don't you become one with me big brother?" You heard Belarus hiss at Russia amidst the chaos that most know as the World Conference. It was as if you were always drawn to him, no matter how much he wanted his own brother.
Sure, you were rather close to the three brothers; Ukraine, Russia and Belarus that is, but you mainly obsessed over the youngest of the three. Sure, they all looked rather good-looking but you thought Ukraine and Russia looked too much alike.
No, it was some odd attraction to this violent, intimidating, brother-stalking man. Maybe it was the short, platinum hair or those violet eyes. That's true, his eyes always seemed so dulled and lifeless, like he was a walking, soulless shell.
While in thought, you barely noticed that his eyes had fallen upon you staring towards him. When he walks away from his spot, you didn't even flinch until his hand gripped tightly and painfully on your shoulder.
Placing your hand atop his, tryi
An Ode to CthulhuOh, Mighty CthluhuAn Ode to Cthulhu11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Thou hast risen from the sea
You sexy green thing.
Bad Touch Trio X Reader: Bad Friends PrologueThis year, you're now a 4th year/senior student and this is the last year of you, being a highschool student. First day of school starts at spring. In your look, nothing changed, just your uniform, your skirt was cut shorter, and your hair was clipped at the left side. At school, nothing changed too, you still have your bestfriends, Antonio, Gilbert and Francis, they're also senior students this year. They never change... still the Moron Trio.Bad Touch Trio X Reader: Bad Friends Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day you transferred at your current school, they're the first ones who approached to you and want to become friends with you. You're not an anti-social so you become friends with them within 1 day, you guys were already that close. The day you still hadn't come at the school, they were called the "Bad Touch Trio", Now, they're are called "Bad Friends" including you.
Ever since the day you attended the school, you suddenly have one or two hate clubs for being TOO close to them, but the trio had it shutted down, but you knew there were st
Orion, UpOrion, UpOrion, Up7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
god is asleep,
but lambs are bleating.
In heaven, Orion is cartwheeling
through the southern sky, tall and thin
and far away. He is your constellation,
and has been these three years.
A cigarette flicked toward empyrean fails
and falls onto desert
plants, unseasonably full from autumn
rainstorms that sweep me up, churning and silt-laden,
across borders, against the months
and haybale sheep, grazing
under a goosedown sky.
MotherI lived with my mother until I was eleven. She once told me that I was a planned child. Yet when I was twelve she told me she doesn't want me to live with her anymore because "she got her own life now". Now, if she would have been the jetsetting type, I might've understood. When you travel a lot a child can be a burden, limiting you in your personal fulfillment. But my mother spent her newly acquired own life on her butt on the couch, infront of the TV.Mother2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Why do you want a child when you get rid of it after twelve years? I have my speculations about this. She separated from my father when I was five, first we went from one hotel to another, after she went to the lawyer she received spousal support. Even after I got older, she never looked for a job. She just didn't wanted to work, always had excuses. She was lazy. My father later told me it's always been like that, even though he got her a well-paid job in a big firm (prior to my birth), she always complained about work and later
Ax New InfoMy name is Joe, and I used to be an investigator.Ax New Info3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
School nearly killed me. For all the disorders I have, I should have been put in a special school, but my step parents decided it was too far away and too expensive. I had no friends, which I truly didn't mind. Loved ones always complicate matters of justice. Most people just ignored me. I had a few bullies. I've been fed underwear and kicked in the back which nearly paralyzed me. Traditional routes of seeking justice parents, teachers, administrators - all failed, surprise surprise. But I found ways to settle the score. It always mystified me how the simple act of guessing the jerks' Facebook passwords and forging messages to girlfriends was, to them, the equivalent of killing their pet or something. I could have done more to them, but Godfrey insisted that was enough.
I'm not a computer nerd by any means. I still have the same cinder block desktop machine I had when I was in school, which I used to write research pap
The Joy of KillingThe chin was now clean, polished and soft. The man got up and looked at himself in the glass. He ran his hand over the skin and felt its freshness, its newness.The Joy of Killing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Thanks," he said. He stood up to admire his newly shaven face in the mirror. I must have been very nervous, because I was afraid of what I might do to this man. Without even realizing it. My blade was once again around his throat. "What is this?" he asked. Without answering him, I slit his throat. His expression in mirror was beautiful. It was if his soul had escaped his body, his eyes were looking into the mirror with such a beautiful gaze. Blood was all over the floor and my shirt. I didn't bother to clean to up, I just wanted... to kill some more. The feeling of being able to take away a human life was amazing. I ran out of the shop laughing hysterically. The blood from my razor sharp blade was on my face now. It felt like I could keep running until I got to kill again. I ran into my house startling my wife who sitting on t
Marik Plays TOMEMarik Plays TOME2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Okay, so Bakura told me he’s tired of just sitting around watching me play video games all day. I can’t imagine why… At any rate, he appears to be serious about this (he even made his little stubborn-pouty face) so, in the interest of preserving our evil alliance, I agreed to separate myself from my console for a couple of days.
I never said anything about my PC...
Ha ha ha, I am so wonderfully evil! The fluffy fool cannot possibly begin to imagine that I am really still playing video games behind his back! Well, technically it’s more like an online RPG, but my plan is still SUPREMELY EVIL. That’ll teach him who really wears the leather pants around here.
Hmm, let’s see… This T.O.M.E. game is supposed to be some kind of virtual-reality-type-thing… I don’t really know how it works, but it reeks so badly of money and arrogance that I’m sure Kaiba’s hologram technology is involved. Although it really doesn’t have a
Something To Lose.Is this all I am to you?Something To Lose.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just something to lose?
Someone to hurt?
To hit and abuse?
For that would leave marks
Not even mentally
You go straight for the heart
Like a waterfall cascading
It won't ever stop
I'll be here still waiting
Or so I once thought
I can never fight this feeling
But I can't help that it's here
Maybe it'd be best
If I could just disappear...