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
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
Rain.As I wait for the dayRain.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wait for my lovely Ms. Drain.
A boy softly sings,
Sings songs about the soothing rain.
Love this feeling of rain,
Hate these feelings of pain.
Will you allow me to say?
That we've got these feelings of trust,
Open to our feelings of lust,
A promise of love is a must.
Rained down today,
Can't go out and play;
Such a beautiful day,
Can't wait for the 1st of May.
Rained down today,
Should have went out and played;
Hate to see such a beautiful day,
Fade away this coming Monday.
fallingI keep falling,falling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when will I find someone to
AddictionAddiction6 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.
DecisionsThough I love the freedom,Decisions4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate the responsibility.
Leave me alone.
Gauntlets: Chapter 1 - A Dead Man.Gauntlets: Chapter 1 - A Dead Man.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The pain is excruciating. The sun beams into my eyes as I lay on my back in the muddy field. A light rain shower has started, and the humid air slowly drains out any hydration I may have had in my body. I can taste the dry hot air on my even dryer tongue. The august sky is beautiful though; I see that, even through this pain.
I hear the muffled sounds of people, or at least I think that they are people, laughing, screaming, and yelling! The soccer field that I was on just a few minutes ago has in an instant turned into a whirly unidentifiable mess. The trees that once surrounded me now look like tall, scary creatures. And the sky. This august sky looks like fire. Beautiful fire, but fire nonetheless.
I raise my hand to my face and immediately feel the welt growing on my forehead. I think that I may be bleeding as well.
"You okay boy," I hear someone ask. I force myself to attempt sit up
Sentence Stories 2The only reason he started singing again was because he heard Rose singing in the shower one day.Sentence Stories 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His favourite movie was The Muppets, and Rose joked that it was only because he fancied himself as Beaker (to which he vehemently protested).
"Hey Doctor, can you stop leaving cat food around the TARDIS? We're not getting a cat."
"The Daleks aren't going to exterminate all your trash, Rose."
He considered it a successful day of fighting aliens if she fell asleep on him during their reading time in the library.
Rose never let him wear bowties unless he was wearing a tux because she claimed it looked terrible with his usual suit and Converse.
From that moment on, the Doctor decided they weren't going to visit any more famous kings.
The crossing of time lines is strictly forbidden except when it means he can look back on a daft man with big ears and his blonde friend.
One day River stopped visiting and Amy had to tell Rory what the Doctor had told her after the Byzantium crashed.
ContinuityContinuity4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To continue moving even when you fall.
When you can't walk or run you will crawl.
Through the pain and suffering you will endure it all.
Once you regain your strength you will again stand tall.
Now you can walk again and not once did you stall.
From walking you begin to run; showing everyone you're in this for the long haul.
Nature.Nature is seclusion, nature is my home.Nature.5 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.
DarknessI'm a dark creatureDarkness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cringe away from the light
I've never strived for it
The darkness is comforting
The darkness surrounds you in a blanket
it hides you from the world
in the dark you can be whatever you wish
in the light your true self shines
My true self would break the light
It would blacken the sun itself
Or perhaps I'd freeze the warmth
My vices succeed my virtues
I am as two-faced as the next
or perhaps I have more
Moulding myself to be
the person that the one I'm with wants to see
The darkness does not hold me captive
I choose to hide in its open arms
Souls and SparklesTo write something that is meaningful to someone else, you must first write something that is meaningful to yourself.Souls and Sparkles3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
There are a thousand rooms in each person's mind, and each mind is a maze because it has been tangled. The hallways are criss-crossing and clumping, like long hair in the wind. Society has made it so.
We all have impure thoughts. Things that would make us "bad", unequal, or imperfect. Thoughts that make us different in gloriously unusual ways. We are born into the world unashamed, but then we are taught the unspoken words. Words that are rules. Words like normal, like good and bad, ugly and pretty. We are taught that if we do not fit the rule of "good", we are bad. We are evil, we are tainted, and so we are unwanted.
So, each of us hides our failures; our shortcomings, even though they are exactly the opposite of such. They are a representation of the uniqueness of each human soul, but unique is "bad", and so we hide. And those impure thoughts are hidden in darke
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.
fidelic whore-- this is appropriationfidelic whore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my sweet synchronicity ,
i have downed your appetite
in a bed of front teeth
(it is morning in perth
midnight in dublin, and the noon
sun has been lost behind
a dress of mothy curtains)
do i taste of
of love making;
do i reek of
the weeds that
the posture of your spine?
you bend over
my lap a curve of guilt
and weep all night.
i collect each knob of your body
like a gift. press it to my mouth.
GA fanfic 2-EpilogueGA fanfic 2-Epilogue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After the Lockdown
After experiencing a night full of intense encounters, we believe that history repeated itself while we were locked inside. Witnessing a possession was without a doubt disturbing, and the lost soul of a murdered woman who made contact also had an affect on me. With each of us receiving an attack, we all endured our own kind of nightmare very much like the former patients trapped within the Asylum.
Now, I wait once again for my chance to investigate on my own Ghost Adventures.
GAfanfic 2-Set up for LockdownGAfanfic 2-Set up for Lockdown5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Set up for Lockdown
With the Exterior Static Night-vision Camera set to go, Aaron joined us in unloading the minivan full of camera gear.
Zak grunted as he lifted a heavy black case,
"Geez, what's in this thing, a body?"
Overhearing his comment, I snickered as I assisted them.
Nick filmed Zak near the entrance,
"Dusk is arriving, so we're getting locked in. Keith, you ready?"
"How about you guys?" Zak asked us.
"Born ready." I replied,
"I'm ready." Aaron proclaimed,
Nick gave a thumbs up,
After several minutes of collecting the gear, we knuckle-pounded Keith and watched as he shut the door. The only light we could see was the light from Nick's shoulder camera.
Hearing it lock on the opposite side resurfaced my excitement from my first lockdown with the guys.
"All right, let's establish a base and call out the X cams."
Once everything was set, Zak checked over his list of Static Night-vision Cameras.
"Before we got locked in, we set an X camera in the Cemetery. Doris and
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.
GA fanfic 2-PrologueGA fanfic 2-Prologue5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bartonville Insane Asylum, IL
The GA crew gets locked down inside a former Insane Asylum inhabited by restless spirits and malevolent entities.
TwistedTheTwisted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
think of the good times. You would have missed it.
Silence and LolaSilence and LolaSilence and Lola3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Silence and Lola, always together, but always missing each other was the way they both lived.
They grew up together, always best friends, always together, forever there.
Never a word said between them, but nothing could break them from each other.
As Lola grew, she stopped being so close to Silence, leaving him alone.
He was at the back of the Church while she got married, waiting for her, longing for her. He wanted to say "I love you", but didn't have the words.
As she grew older she had a family with her husband, but Silence was always there, always looking out for her, keeping her safe.
Year's passed and Lola became old, her husband died and her children moved away, she was alone again, just like Silence.
Silence was always ready to comfort her, to show her she was beautiful and look after her.
Year's passed and they both grew older and weaker, but still, he didn't have the words.
One day Silence used a friend's phone and called Lola, simply saying the words "I love
Bruse: Chapter 1Bruse: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Glas Clann Tribe, Ancient Oak Forest
Offaly County, Ireland approx. 5000 BC
Nothing could have woken the village faster than the high pitched scream that Saorla, a respected mother of the Glas Clann tribe, let out that morning.
It rang throughout the village, leaving a haunted echo that seemed to rummage through each hut to wake the inhabitants.
"Goodness!" Started Aonghas, who bolted upright from his pillow in alarm "what is it this time?"
Early morning light poured in through the entrance flap of his hut. As he sat, blinking through the hazy darkness, a cool breeze rustled its way in and filled the room, making Aonghas shiver under his blanket. He had never really been much of a morning person, even though morning always seemed to enjoy bursting into his hut each day to greet him.
Broken GirlBROKEN GIRLBroken Girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring me right in the face, a face I never wanted to see.
The face of a young girl, who was not so different form me.
Her cursed features were unpleasant in every physical way.
And she was growing nearer to insanity every living day.
She would gaze at the wall, while her makeup dripped down her cheek.
I 'd just shake my head, wondering how she got to be so weak.
In her eyes I saw a soul that could never mend.
With every tick of the clock, she was a little closer to the end.
Even behind the glass that kept our worlds apart,
It wasn't hard for me to see her lonely, icy, heart.
Pathetic, annoying, stupid, and ugly.
Just never quite as good as she really could be.
I could see all her flaws, all the horrible things she was apart of.
Her lonely heart cracking from abuse, where there should be love.
Day after day she would claw herself, and then break down.
I 'd simply watch, reading her wary eyes and her sewed on frown.
She knew who she was, she knew everyone hated her,