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
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
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 Silence4 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
The Hunger Games - Another End"My last arrow's in your tourniquet," I say.The Hunger Games - Another End5 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Make it count," says Peeta, unzipping his jacket, letting me loose.
So I free the arrow and tie the tourniquet back as tightly as I can manage. I rub my frozen hands together, trying to regain circulation. As I make it over to the edge of the horn and hang over its lip, I can feel Peeta's hands grasp my ankles for support.
At first I don't see him in the dim light and oceans of blood, but then Cato comes into view. The raw hunk of meat that used to be my opponent slithers underneath me, hardly recognisable. His body is so mauled and ripped; it is astounding he is still alive. A weak sound emits from the torn flesh, and I know where his mouth is. Please, it says.
Begging for my mercy. Pleading me to have pity. A wave of sorrow washes over me. Sorrow for my family, Peeta's family and Rue's. For everybody's. Sorrow for Prim, who has had to sit through this, witnessing my every move. A squeeze from Peeta's hands around
Lailand. (WIP)Chapter 1Lailand. (WIP)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There I was, just sitting underneath the old oak tree. It had been such a peaceful twilit night as the winds of Lai softly blew. I watched the water nymphs sing and dance in the moonlit river as I played a ballad of Water.
The wind was so relaxing… so carefree as it caressed my face ever so gently. The grass, a luscious green, waving to the sky. The clouds, just drifting by as the starry night is their sea.
I sighed in awe as this night was truly a wonder. Sadly, it was time for me to leave as it was almost dinner time. I stood up and pulled my blonde hair behind my pointed ears as the wind started rushing their song.
The nymphs had stopped their dance and smiled up on me. I could hear their silent giggles and whispers. I suspect that they are attracted to me. I waved goodbye to my beautiful friends and walked down the dirt path. A guide back to my peaceful village.
I journeyed through the dense forests that walled the entrance to the village. Trees as tall a
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
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.
Falling for a ReasonGive me a reason to fall in love,Falling for a Reason2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I know it will be a lie
About reaching the sky
Or about learning to fly
It's called falling for a reason.
I don't want to fall in love,
Because I know it'll kill me
When I get to see
Who you can be.
It's called falling for a reason.
Why do people fall in love,
When they know it's pain
Just endless rain
It's called falling for a reason.
This Black abyss
They call 'love'.
I could fall for you
And all that you do,
Just give me a why
And then I'll fly
Straight into your arms.
I think I might fall in love,
It's just too slick
And we just click
So catch me quick.
It's called falling for a reason,
You could be my reason.
I'm in love with a painterYou are the painter who streaks rainbows onto my lungs,I'm in love with a painter6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who stains chalks onto my rib cage.
And every time I see you
I get so
o u t
b r e a t h.
I'm in love with a painter
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.
Mental Illness Isn't Strength or Weakness: W3, D4I've been seeing a lot of "Depression is not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign that you have been strong for too long." posts around on facebook and the like, and I have to admit they really annoy me. It's not because they say depression isn't a sign of weakness - that part, I fully support and agree with.Mental Illness Isn't Strength or Weakness: W3, D41 year ago in Editorial More Like This
The thing is, depression isn't a sign of anything, except that you a) have depression, and b) may have a chemical imbalance. Strength and weakness are irrelevant; and depression is not an admirable disease any more than any other disease or disorder.
I see a lot of different versions of this, for most forms of mental illness. In the Borderline Personality Disorder circles I frequent on Facebook, I often see people saying things about how caring everyone with BPD is, or how brave, or strong, or choose your positive adjective here. No. All people with mental illness are not definitively anything, except "living with mental illness". The truth is, you're not inherently stronge
Caged AnimalYou're examining your skin in the mirror, trying to work out why it doesn't fit right anymore, when the voices startle you. Shouts of "breakfast!" echo in the hall, and nurses crash fists against wood, rapping loud to get the attention of sleepy patients. You jump slightly, and send your toothbrush skittering across the floor. While you chase it, another patient flushes and steps from the toilet cubicle into the main room. Her bare feet scrape against the linoleum and you shudder. You throw your toothbrush in the bin and run your fingers over your teeth instead, remembering what it used to be like.Caged Animal6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When you finally find and make it into the dining room, it is obvious that most of the best foods are already gone. There is a sad looking hot water machine with a selection of styrofoam cups out of their packaging. You think about how many hands have touched those before you and decide to skip the morning caffeine entirely. Unbidden, you remember the dining area at your last treatment facil
slave to the sanctuaryMy mind is a sanctuary.slave to the sanctuary2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's not the kind of sanctuary you would normally think of. It's not rainbows and butterflies and unicorns, there are no clear skies and green fields. It's more of an ocean made of oil; dark and heavy, pressing down on me. A cold blackness that makes every movement a struggle, every thought difficult. I've got to keep moving, though, I've got to keep thinking - it'll kill me if I don't.
I can feel things around me, in my sanctuary, I can feel them all the time. I'm not sure if they're people, or something else, but they're warm and blend with the darkness. They dance around my body, playing a game of cat and mouse, tag and chase. Sometimes, they touch me, wrapping their long arms around me, filling me with a comforting warmth that reminds me of a home very far away. It makes my eyes droop and my head spin, and all I want in that moment is to fall asleep and just let the shadows rock me to sleep. But it's not time for me to give up yet, I know that, and reluctant
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.
Nothing More BeautifulI want all of the nothing,Nothing More Beautiful3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the milky core to the crisp shell.
Bring me all of the nothing;
Nothing fills me up so well.
From my milk core to my crisp shell,
I am starving for nothing on my plate.
Nothing fills me up so well.
I am buckling from its weight.
Starving for nothing on my plate,
Grasping every snatch of its smell,
I am buckling from the invisible weight
Of the cravings I know well.
I grasp every snatch of that smell.
Such emptiness makes for solid stuffing.
The craving I know so well
Sloshes through my veins; slow and fumbling.
Caverns of emptiness, mountains of stuffing,
The hollow crunch as I take the first bite
Sloshes through my veins, slow and fumbling.
Nothing is perfect, nothing is right.
The hollow crunch of the first bite
Leads to ceaseless forever devouring.
Nothing is perfect, nothing is right,
From the first morsels until the leftover scouring.
After ceaseless forever devouring,
My elbows and kneecaps meld.
Dear first morsels, dear leftover scouring,
I am ful
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.
No such thing.There is no such thing as human, anymore.No such thing.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No such thing as decency.
You are simply pointless, useful,
inconveniant, or dangerous.
You are not a person.
You are only the effect
that you have on the people around you.
People used to make judgments
on how they would treat you,
by taking note of your character.
But that is no longer the case,
at least not for me.
Now it is merely whether I pose
a direct threat
or whether my presence inadvertently
highlights a risk.
I am not a person.
I am a weapon.
A+Pyou bare your muscles,A+P2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
threaded in tight knots, bundled
but beautiful, yours
like those fibrous eyes,
irises in maple coils
unwinding me, as
a glance inside your lovely
skin, bones, nerves, I'd like
to press your pleasure
points, to scrape against your thighs,
my fingers trembling,
the dimples on your
shoulders, enzymes, waiting for
an induced fit, mine,
thumbs brushing your hips,
lips lain softly twixt your veins,
a complex of us,
your latticed, protein-
laden pulchritude, pleated,
folded into sheets,
await just one touch.
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.
GA fanfic 2-PrologueGA fanfic 2-Prologue4 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.
The Alluring MusclebeastD --> If one were so inclined to 100k in the wildThe Alluring Musclebeast3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
D --> A lucky troll might find a creature beguiled
D --> A fauna majestic with muscles to spare
D --> If fortune would have it, perhaps he would share
D --> If he moved just an inch, however so slight
D --> We could all glimpse upon the beauty of might
D --> A feat of great STRONGNESS as he dares to fle%
D --> Muscles bulging and stiff, they curve and conve%
D --> The veins of his body, that muscles conceal
D --> Have come to the surface, past tendons of steel
D --> A body so perfect, a charming physique
D --> From the arms to the legs and netherly cheeks
D --> With incredible STRENGTH that all could admire
D --> Sightly anatomy that makes one perspire
D --> Z001ogical glory on public display
D --> Not a soul should eschew this optic buffet