Love and HateI love the way I can make my stomach heave.Love and Hate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love the way I can stop myself from eating.
I love the way I can make mysef bleed.
I love the way I can see my bones after a while.
I love the way I no longer recognize hunger.
I love the way I have scars on my skin.
I love the way my clothes become loose.
I love the way my face begins to thin.
I love the way my skin tears away from the blade.
I love the way I can control it.
I love the way no one notices.
I love the way the evidence is never even suspected.
But I hate who I've become.
PhilophobiaPhilophobia.Philophobia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fear of falling in love
the fear of heartache
the fear of shattered hearts
The fear of sentiment,
fear of affection.
Your numb heart,
yearns to feel again.
the rush of pain won't come.
the fear of passion
the fear of adoration
the fear of being labeled:
darling, dearest, beloved
The fear of ardor,
It's worth it being with my family laugh freely hopeIt's worth it3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
seeing friends again no more ensures no blood tests
staying at home not cold or tired no numbers
Something To Lose.Is this all I am to you?Something To Lose.2 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...
For NowRight now I am broken.For Now3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the silence of my room,
Under the cover of darkness,
I see my flaws all too clearly.
For now, I hate myself.
I hate that I'm weak,
That I make my friends worry,
That I can't save myself without help.
In the morning, I will be happy.
I've survived the nightmares,
I'm living a new day,
And I have piano first thing.
At lunch, I will be warming up.
My friends make sure I eat,
Because they notice what's going on,
And I'm proud to call them my family.
In the afternoon, I will be excited.
I'll get to see my favorite people,
My unofficial support group,
And I'll sing my heart out.
In the evening, I will be calm.
Dinner will pass with ease as we talk,
All of us around a dinky table,
Laughter and conversation in the air.
When night rolls around, I will be hushed.
I will seclude myself again,
Already living for tomorrow,
Wishing there was a way to silence the voices.
Right now, I am broken.
But tomorrow is a new day,
And with the people I love as support,
I believe one d
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
The Man Who SmilesA shattered psycheThe Man Who Smiles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A chemical bath
And when I'm through
You'll lose your minds
Soon children's laughter
Will be deviant, corrupt
A Hero's nightmare
But that's never enough.
A sense of humor
So dark and twisted
Like Jason's funeral
Too bad I missed it.
With a broken smile
So painful, but true
Not only for me
But my victims, too
It's all for you.
15 reasons to hate twilight.15 Reasons to hate twilight. (It's so bad, it's not capitalized.)15 reasons to hate twilight.4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
1. Edward's a hundred and seven year old sparkling bipolar virgin.
2. Edward's so pathetic that in the dictionary under pathetic, there's a picture of Edward.
3. My 16 year old frail, thin cat could beat him up.
4. Bella's a whiny bitch.
5. Bella's always complaining about her awesome life. She has a nice dad who bought her a truck, people that love her, good grades, and a stable environment. Will nothing satisfy her?
6. There's no plot. There are lame, failed attempts at one, but no actual plot.
7. I don't like the crazy fangirls. I'm not saying they're all bad. Some of my friends like twilight, but they're not shoving it down my throat. They are agreeable people who accept my hate of twilight.
8. I don't understand how Bella had a kid. Edward's sperm are like dead or something, but she has a baby. A BABY! WTF?!
9. Lots of things go unexplained. How come Edward couldn't read her mind? How'd she have a baby? What's the d
My Little ImperfectionsI never really loved someoneMy Little Imperfections3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until I loved myself.
my sloppy smile
made me cry
until I decided that perfection
is just a bunch of little
So next time I look in the mirror
I can look at
my sloppy smile
and love every little bit of it.
Gummy bearsGummy bears2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A, B, C, D, E, F, G...
Gummy bears are chasing me
One is red, one is blue
One's trying to steal my shoe
Now I'm running for my life
'cause the red one has a knife
Lady DepressionI am getting fat and complacent.Lady Depression3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sup on the riches of your labour and
spit the bones back in your face.
You are not worthy of anything.
You are a fly buzzing in my ear,
neither here nor there.
I can fell you with one slap,
end you with one loud clap
of my hands together and you fall,
like a marionette puppet whose
strings have been cut.
You are easily killed.
I think I'll play with you a little more.
To Every Girl in the WorldTo every girl in the whole wide world,To Every Girl in the World4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
1.) Name everything you think is wrong with your body on a piece of paper, even down to the tiniest freckle.
2,) Take said paper, and fold it in half.
3.) Hold it in your hands.
4.) Rip it to shreads.
Do this any time you don't feel pretty, beautiful, sexy.
You are beautiful.
Your smile makes someone's day.
Someone out there thinks you are beautiful.
Someone out there likes you for who you are, not for how big your cup size is.
Someone out there likes that one thing you hate the most about yourself.
Someone out there can't find anything wrong about you.
You are beautiful.
Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.
Not EnoughNot Enough6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My arms arent thin enough,
My eyes arent large enough.
My stomachs not flat enough,
My lips arent plump enough.
My legs arent lean enough,
My noses not small enough.
My butts not firm enough,
My hairs not blond enough.
My boobs arent big enough,
My cheekbones arent high enough.
Im just not enough.
Lost In The World Part 3Lost In The World Part 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
Afraid, Katrina stared down the undead woman. Panic and fear wanted to take control but Katrina wouldn't allow the emotions to dictate her actions. Slowly moving towards the woman Katrina kept her eyes locked with the other woman's eyes.
"What do you want with me? Where is the child that was with me? What have you done to the family who lays here? Answer me," spat Katrina.
With a laugh that sounded like a loud sinister echo, the decomposing woman responded, "It is none of your business young one. It is our concern and no one else's. They add to our own collective power in the netherworld. Soon we will be able to break free of our bondage and take a hold of the world of living. The little girl is the key. She will allow us to completely break free and you cannot stop us once we do."
"How dare you use such an innocent child to your own destructive means! I
for her.it's midnight and I'm writing love lettersfor her.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on my skin to the woman who raised me. it's midnight
and every limb has a story. all
my collarbone remembers is the frantic
hurry of your footsteps when it broke under the weight
of gravity and mistaken desire to fly and my
broken pink umbrella, long-gone, remembers too. my elbows
remember the firm pull of your hands in the grocery
store. my cheeks remember your makeup and
my clumsy fingers dipping in like paint pots and my neck
remembers all your strands of pearls. I remember
when you were young again and wearing
red and holding cups of tea in hands
that didn't shake yet and I remember hands that knew how
to peel apples, curling skins like red ribbons over
the edge of the blade, confident
in motion, and I remember your voice and I remember
your songs and I remember.
it's midnight and the water is cold and I
am somewhere beyond feeling. but
my love letters are only ink and they are washing
away and I watch them swirl at my feet and I
I hate --I hate --3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate that I have nothing better to do than to make this list.
I hate how I'm going to make about 43578978 typos while writing this.
I hate how I'm too lazy to go back and fix said typos.
I hate that I don't have word office or whatever to correct my typos.
I hate that my computer crashes every other month.
I hate how I still don't use a flash drive to back my work up.
I hate that I had so many unfinished, near-completion pictures I lost because of said crash.
I hate how long it takes me to finish art trades.
I hate how people take shit so seriously.
I hate that I used to take shit so seriously.
I hate how people can take the -internet- so seriously.
I hate that there will be those few select people who take these lists seriously.
I hate how out of those people, a few of them will pretend to take it seriously, but they really don't, and are just arguing for the lulz.
I hate how much I love reading do it for the lulz's stuff.
I hate yaoi.
I hate yaoi's incredibly scary fan base.
Life Lessons From Bella Swann1. You should always address your parents by their first names.Life Lessons From Bella Swann4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
2. Pay no attention to the kids at school. No matter how friendly they are, no matter how many times the girls invite you to sit with them at lunch and team up with them on the weekends, no matter how many times the boys ask you out, you know you're stupid, ugly, clumsy, and totally worthless.
3. Your problems are everybody's problems. Whatever affects you should affect them in every aspect.
4. With boyfriends, it's all about physical looks. It doesn't matter if they're pushy, meddlesome, pretentious, self-absorbed, and dictatorial, as long as they're insanely attractive.
5. Edward is hot. Edward is beautiful. Edward is gorgeous. Edward is perfect. Edward is hot. Edward is every girl's dream come true. Edward shines like a thousand diamonds. Edward is hot. Edward is inhumanly handsome. Edward is eye-catching. Edward is an angel and a devil all rolled into one. Did I forget to mention Edward is hot?
6. It's inherently wrong
HappyYou looked. I glanced. We met. I smiled. You smiled back. A sentence here. A metaphor there. A memory we both found beyond repair. I shared. You listened. You shared. I heard. You paused. And then I kissed you.Happy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingers pressed skin. Then danced apart. I teased. You laughed. You joked. I grinned. Stairwells were dreamcatchers. Stars were destinies. Guitars became epiphanies. More words. More memories. More to admit. More to regret. You were damaged. I was broken.
You stopped smiling. I didn't laugh. Words began to go unspoken. Regrets emerged. Fingers didn't touch. Lips faltered. Stairwells were nightmare holders. Stars were dead light from the skies. Guitars became dust ridden.
Words became unspeakable. Memories were untrustworthy. Your eyes told lies. My hands betrayed me. We broke apart before we had a chance to be. I became distant. And you...you were gone.
Now repeat until you believe it.
Dear FatherI knew him from the past.Dear Father2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew this bond of love will forever last.
This way of his, was his all alone,
but wherever he was, it was always called home.
Something in his eyes spoke of strength and forthright.
Everybody who met him talked about him as a Highlight.
You were there all the time and let me know.
I was learning what you have shown.
Now the road of his own leads him -
it feels like his way home,
there, were he belong.
In everyones heart he has a private spot,
Dan was a man of god.
People say that it's a mad world,
a bad world.
but we need to have faith in god above,
he keeps us togehter in love.
it aint easy to let you go,
to show my feelings wont be easy, you know.
i am the man you made me to be,
family will never change, you will see.
And i find it hard to tell you-
following is true;
forever i will love you.
But i wont ask why,
not gonna make my tears dry,
and only say you good bye.
In Memory of Dan [ R.I.P. 02.06.12 ]
MistrustI have a small mistrustMistrust6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I carry around
small enough to put in my pocket
no one knows it's there
like a tube of lipstick
I apply here and there
when you're not looking
turning aside from you
I miss your look
wrapped in my own concern
never knowing what you
copyright 2008 ~ shannon clarke
and death is no parenthesisHe smilesand death is no parenthesis3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I smile (it's forced)
In his (of course)
I laugh (I lie)
I'm scared (to die)
is he (not man)
me (wedding band)
leave town (tonight)
I tried (to die).