mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
UnrequitedHer beautyUnrequited9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to passing glance,
of her eyes,
of the smile
not casually given.
Words silently spoken:
of her countenance
the complete mess
this poet is.
All that spills out
my facades undone
by slightest curve
of her lips.
can never be.
Slender Man ParodyWAKE UP IN THE MORNIN' FEELIN LIKE P. SLENDY,Slender Man Parody4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
GOT MY SUIT, I'M OUT THE DOOR, I'M GONNA STALK THE CITY!
'FORE I LEAVE, GRAB MY CAM, AND A MASK THAT'S FREAKY,
'CAUSE I'M JUST TELLIN' ALEX HE OWES ME A TWENTY.
STANDIN' ON CREEPY ROADS (ROADS)
STARIN' INTO YOUR HOMES (HOMES)
TEXTIN' YOU ON YOUR PHONE (PHONE)
YOU SEE ME
STARING INTO YOU WIN(DOW)
CREEPIN' ON YOUR FILM (SHOW)
IN MY TOWER WITH PEEP (HOLES)
IN YOUR ROOM
YOU FORGET WHAT YOU DO
WHILE YOU FIGHT
TRY'N TO ESCAPE MY SIGHT
WHILE YOU SLEEP
AND YOU KNOW IM A CREEP, YO
Dante's Inferno Riddle ChallengeKnown not for name, but nothingness, my goal;Dante's Inferno Riddle Challenge2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A man, not many, made my moniker.
Cold was I called for leaving that call,
My heavenly name never heard again.
The first, earthen name foretold what I left.
Pilgrim, guess my name if you're to persevere.
Fast Ship S.S. AquaLocation Name: Fast Ship S.S. AquaFast Ship S.S. Aqua3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Developed by Humans: Yes
Permanent Human Occupation: Partially
Notable Features: None
Special Moniker: None
The Fast Ship S.S. Aqua is a luxury liner that travels regularly between the ports at Olivine City and Vermilion City and is thus one of several direct methods of transport between the Kanto and Johto regions. There isn't much to say about the ship in regards to Pokémon, but the many trainers scattered across the ship can still provide a decent amount of cash to those looking to score a bit of money and plenty of experience for younger Pokémon that need some training before they can face a truly difficult opponent in battle. The Fast Ship S.S. Aqua might not be as glorious as ships like the S.S. Anne, but at the very least it is an affordable trip that most people can have fun in even if they don't actually battle a whole lot.
Pokémon found here: None
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
Columbian studentsMummy...Johnny brought a gun to schoolColumbian students4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
It shot with a great crack
Mummy I was a good girl
I did what I was told
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold
But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye
I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry
When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another
And all because he got the gun from his older brother
Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much
And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush
And tell my little sister that she is the only one now
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best
Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest
Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class
And never to forget this and please don't let this pass
Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this
Mummy warn the others, mummy I
Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 1Jeff x Reader - Bleeding Affections 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You sighed sitting on your couch, reading the subtitles from an anime you were watching on your laptop all because you couldn't find a version in English. All the best anime was never in English, but luckily you had learned to read like it was a race, and easily could keep up with the pictures moving on the screen and the words highlighted in yellow at the bottom of the page without missing anything important.
That was till you heard a tapping at your window, and suddenly you became both very scared, and stupidly bold and angry. You were scared because over the last few weeks, odd things had been going on around you, from odd phone calls to the passing of your dog who had been practically murdered by something unknown to you.
You were angry and bold because...well...you were just stupid.
When ever you came into those situations where your fight or flight reaction was suppose to kick in, you for some reason always picked fight. You never knew wh
AddictionAddiction5 years ago in Other More Like This
I cant stop shooting you up.
I jam the needle of promise in quickly forcing your liquid words home.
I hold my breath for an instant letting your sticky verbs wash over me.
Its been too long since my last fix and I savor as much as I can before your power takes over.
Finally, your seeking terms dirty me up properly; my head teeters and my eyes roll back.
I can feel you.
Reality fades as you take control of my thoughts and my poetry.
Passion burns my flesh while ice gnaws at my gut.
My blood boils as my bones dance outside my body.
I taste sweat and pain.
I see blood and guts oozing as I offer a half hearted lust filled smile.
I think Im trembling but uncertain its from fear or enticement.
Perhaps an unhealthy mixture of each.
Not sure if I really care anyway.
A shaking pen writes of salty sugar and sweet horror.
Addicted to you, I can do anything.
With you inside, I can decorate the world.
Nature.Nature is seclusion, nature is my home.Nature.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A peaceful home, away from the city sounds, far away from the dc politics and freak-show harlots.
Is nature death? What is death? Is it bad? evil? No. It's a long dark sleep, it's blind and deaf and mystery surrounds it. So is nature death? Possibly.
Peace, peace is the ultimately reason for death, it's also the reason to be around complete nature. But why death? Because death is dark, when I think of nature I think of dark green, I think of being alone.
Darkness surrounds me, all alone I wait for my reincarnation. I observe life creation within nature, I feel the life creation within death.
It is not sad or agnsty, it is what it is... And I love it. Death is not to be feared, but you must also remain wary of it. Same with nature, nature should not be feared but in nature lurks evil.
Color me green, all these things unforeseen. Follow me free, can't see, what I'll never be. Just be, just me, just free.
Eden's AngelI knew the old stories. The first man and woman had disobeyed, and so they had been driven out of paradise. An angel had been placed in paradise to guard the tree.Eden's Angel2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I never heard any stories saying he left the garden.
I went to find the tree, to see if it really was worth getting kicked out of paradise. I’d seen the Fountain of Youth, Atlantis, and the Holy Grail. This was the next big thing. It was the edge of the Earth and beyond. It was further than Davy Jones’ Locker. It was paradise.
Some people told me the Holy Grail and the Fountain of Youth were the same thing. If you drank from the Holy Grail, you wouldn’t die. If you drank from the Fountain of Youth, you wouldn’t die. But I’ve seen them before. The Holy Grail is an ugly brown wooden cup. The Fountain of Youth isn’t more than a pool of stale water in the middle of a cave in South America. Atlantis was less of a disappointment, but it wanted to remain hidden. So I ventured out for the Garden o
Valentines DayDuring Valentines day,Valentines Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit home alone
My moods change
Happy to sad
Happy not to be tied down,
to be independent, strong
Sad to not have the companionship
That I really do crave
But it's nothing new
I'm always alone
On Valentines day
That hasn't changed.
Things To Do When You're Bored1. Write about penguinsThings To Do When You're Bored4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
2. Sing about penguins
3. Draw a penguin
4. Now try not to think about penguins
5. Think of The Game
6. You lost
7. Play a board game
8. By yourself
9. Stand outside a convenience store and make an airlock door sound from Star Trek every time the door opens
10. Try this at home
12. Draw a picture with mountains, an ocean, snow, a rainbow, and a unicorn
13. Make random references when people talk
14. Try to make yourself laugh
15. Try not to laugh
16. Try speaking a foreign language that you don't actually know how to speak
17. Find different faces you can make with the computer symbols : )
18. Cyclops! OD
19. Write about a dream where you could fly
20. Attempt to fly
21. Read a book where the characters could fly
22. Write a book where the characters could fly, but the characters aren't totally pure awesome like Superman
23. Buy two composition notebooks, because you don't want to buy a real book
24. Try reading the notebooks
25. Write a letter to
:.Heart.::.Heart.:5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Írta: Szabó Enikõ
Olyan büszke vagyok rá, pedig hét éve még azt sem tudták megmondani, valaha ki tudja e nyitni a szemét. Az ágyhoz lett kötve hosszú hónapokra, mi mellé, hallgatva a gépek monoton és rémisztõ hangját. Az elsõ hetekben még nem tudtam megkülönböztetni a kintrõl beszûrödõ esõcseppek táncát édesanyám csendes zokogásától. Összefolytak, mintha a városra zúduló áradat az égbõl mind anyutól eredne, és amíg õ nem hagyja abba, addig az esõ is képtelen rá.
Az én hibám volt. Az enyém, hogy a világ legártatlanabb angyala élettelenül, csövek és gépek közzé lett számûzve. A baleset óta nem szólt hozzám senki, mintha levegõ
Love is a GameLove is the name,Love is a Game4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain is the game.
Watch out for lies,
And steer clear of good byes.
Don't fall so fast,
Don't think this will ever last.
The lesson learned,
Is remembered in the past,
Just for a moment.
There are rules to something so easy,
Youre in love theres no doubt,
And theres no way out.
Once they're out that door,
The waiting game begins.
If they come back they always loved you
If not, they never loved you at all.
Or so they say in this hideous game we all play.
TwistedTheTwisted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
think of the good times. You would have missed it.
Still Not GingerThe Doctor had decided to dye his hair.Still Not Ginger3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Well, Rose, not going to be regenerating anymore,” he said cheerfully. “And that means I’ve got to find another way to be ginger.”
“Yes, but…you’re going to dye it?” she asked. “I like your hair, you know. It’s nice. Suits you.”
“But I want to be ginger!” he’d whined, and it wasn’t like it was her hair to control, so she’d sighed and agreed to buy him some hair dye. Once he had the packet, he’d frowned, proclaimed it to be “not ginger enough,” and proceeded to add some sort of strange alien chemical to it. Rose had her doubts about changing the composition of the stuff, but he’d insisted that it would be fine, and he was the Doctor, after all.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” she asked him, arms folded as he shooed her out of the bathroom.
Your SmileYour Smile4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The smile on your face
Filled with beauty and grace,
In the night sky, like a star shower
I can not resist it's power.
At times, I picture your smile
In my mind, remaining for a while,
Your smile brightens up my day
And all my troubles fade away.
That smile, if you couldn't show
Would make me feel down and low,
There is a sadness that blankets my life
But your smile cuts through it like a knife.
Let your smile remain on your face
For it belongs in that place,
To flourish, to cheer up all that see
It means so very much to me.
Let nothing make your smile retreat
In the hopes that one day we meet,
And in your eyes I deeply stare
And in my kiss, my love I share.
For on that day, your smile will show
Like a gift wrapped in a bow,
Each time I see that smile you possess
My love for you grows in excess.