You can't see,
What you've made of me.
Hidden in a crowded room,
Hoping for someone to save me;
Acting like someone I'm not,
Hoping for someone to save me.
Trying to get you to see,
What you've done to me.
Hoping for someone to save me.
Giving you what I can,
But I can't be someone I'm not.
Hoping for someone to save me;
Beautiful parents you are not.
The Sadist in me wants to destroy
Your hopes and dreams.
The obedient daughter wants to make you proud.
This can't happen cause I have to be myself,
Not the one you created in your dreams.
A Very Synacky Halloween! Part 1 The moon glowed bright in the sky, a warehouse right of the high way into a woodsy area. The warehouse windows were either cracked or missing, replaced with a dark gray cover. Music blaring, spider webs covered the entrance of the warehouse, covered in spiders, ranging from black to purple. Jack-O-Lanterns sat all around the walk way and throughout the patches of overgrown grass. They shone a wicked orange, giving them a sinister look, a line of teens, joking and laughing.A Very Synacky Halloween! Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Come on Zacky!" called a crazy haired boy who was dragging a smaller boy with black and purple colored haired.
"But Jimmy!" whined the boy.
"No, you're not missing this party!" growled Jimmy.
Signing, Zacky gave up struggling making Jimmy smile.
"Hey guys!" said a boy with shades and ripped black jeans.
"Mattie!" was screamed as Jimmy let go of Zacky and jumped on Matt, giving him a tackle hug and a deep kiss.
Laughing at the scene, Zacky rolled his eyes at the sight that happened almost ever
A cupboard full of dreamsA cupboard full of dreamsA cupboard full of dreams6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is all thats left in my kitchen.
You took sugar, salt and spice
and left me monsters, castles and knights
to cook our meals with.
Cant you see this isnt enough?
You say youll be paid some day,
and till then, well survive, somehow.
But the cupboard is empty to all but us,
and to me, its contents are fading.
You built good dreams
they lasted longer than all the others.
What kind of preservatives did you use?
I bet it was sugar and lemon and love.
You knew that this way, Id never get enough.
My HeartSeparated by distanceMy Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Longing to be with you.
In my thoughts when I sleep
And when I awake I find you there
You find your way into my mind.
To everything else I am blind.
No matter what I think of you.
Remembering you smile, your face.
No one will ever have another place in my heart.
Abortion - Dead Before BornToday, I will face my indelible deathAbortion - Dead Before Born6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My life will be silenced, though I am still unborn
My Mommas eyes, stained with sorrow
As she wipes away the tears, her cheeks have worn
But she promises to herself, that she wont mourn
For I am a product of her illegitimate mistake
A consequence of a love, forbidden and torn
And eradicating me is her only route of escape
Though there is no glimpse of light where I am hidden
I know the world beyond this womb is filled with colour
That there is transcendental beauty my eyes will never see
And a life I will never have the chance to savour
Defenselessly I will descend to ashes
By a remorseless choice made from shame
My loveless existence will be aborted
And my fathomless dreams, buried in a grave
Never will I consume my first breath of air
Or experience the effervescence of laughter
Never will I know the meaning of love
Or envision my future from hereafter
If only at this moment, I was given a voice
To speak to Momma and comfort her woes
The Only Hope For Me Is YouThe Only Hope For Me Is YouThe Only Hope For Me Is You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Elvira Tepes
Brian sat with Zack in the ER. He was put in a hospital bed relaxing. They had done X-rays. Zack has again four broken ribs re-broken, a forced miscarriage, and internal bleeding. They were shocked Zack even lasted this long after the incident. It had been an hour before they got to the hospital. He was immediately rushed for surgery. The internal bleeding was stopped and repaired as well as his ribs. The miscarriage was already done. They just had to make sure Zack expelled the fetus.
Zack now lay on his hospital bed looking at Brian who sat in the chair. "Thank you Brian. You saved my life."
Brian nodded. "Anything for you man and I do mean anything." Zack nodded. "Can I ask you something Zack?" Again, Zack nodded. "What do you think of me?"
"You are my best friend. My brother in a sense. Why?" Zack asked still looking at him.
Brian bit his lip. He leaned forward, pressed his lips to Zack's, and kissed him passionately. He truthfully loved
DaddyDaddy,Daddy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
aren't you proud of me?
Haven't I done enough Daddy?
Am I not your little girl?
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
but can you please come back?
I promise I'll do better.
I promise I can be perfect.
Don't you love me?
Look I drew you a picture,
will you come home now?
Where did you go?
Please come back.
Mommy says you don't care anymore
but I know it's not true.
It can't be true.
You don't even call anymore.
You said you loved me
and that I was your princess,
then why aren't you here?
Please come home.
I want my Daddy back.
lemon cakethis house isn't made out oflemon cake7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a mess. this house is
made out of:
a sinking bathroom floor
because she sighs and i
lose count. shower curtains
you need to water and rust
that doesn't wash out
of the tiles.
it is made out of:
a telephone made for hanging
up because she doesn't
want to talk to her sister.
and mirrors to remind you
you are a beautiful
it is made out of:
sorry notes and scribbles and
a windy day. it sits next to
the other houses made of
secrets and sorrow and stories
and rooftops and bathroom
it is made out of:
kitchen tiles, too. they are
black and white and white and
an under the bed, where we used
to kiss and dust and more dust
that keeps coming back
when you clean it.
it is made out of:
coffee stains and peeling wallpaper
and a cracking ceiling where i
hang my stars.
it is made out of:
why did you forget to call your
why did you forget to hang the
it is made
2. The only hope for me is youBrian and Zacky got home mid morning from Jimmy's house and Brian went upstairs to take a desperately needed shower whilst Zacky went to make some coffee for them both. He sat on the counter top looking down at the floor whilst waiting for the water to boil and swung his legs absent mindedly whilst thinking. 'Should I have said that? Oh god, I told you not to!' He scolded himself, 'I knew it would pressure on him, what if he cracks? Shit. Okay It was kind of heat of the moment, I mean. He was trying to kill himself. What else could I have said??' He sighed, 'Anything but I love you. It's not like he picked up on it. He didn't really have a reaction.'2. The only hope for me is you3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hnn." He groaned and let his head fall against the cupboard behind him and shut his eyes for a moment. He opened his eyes and brought his head forwards when he heard Brian coming downstairs. He had a towel around his waist and had washed his hair so little droplets hung from wisps oh his now long, black hair.
"You should get your li
Synacky- I Will Follow You Into The DarkLove of mine,Synacky- I Will Follow You Into The Dark3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zacky sat down carefully in the uncomfortable padded chair that had almost become his home over the past couple of weeks. He'd slept, eat and cried in that chair. The black haired man sipped luke warm coffee from a plastic cup, which was cautiously gripped in a casted hand, while he desperately tried to find energy through any means possible. Sighing, he slipped his good hand into a cool, unresponsive counterpart. It had been two weeks, three days and nine hours since that hand had squeezed back or laced it's fingers together with those of the black haired man. But still, Zacky hoped that if he held that cold hand in his clammy palm, it would one day transfer his energy into his love's body, and then the hand would come to life once again.
Next to Zacky's chair, Brian laid comatose in a hospital bed, hidden beneath thick, heavy covers. He'd been that way for some time; a clean, white bandage tied tightly around his head, tufts of hair sticking out from beneath, a t
3. Move Along~~One week later~~3. Move Along3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"They're not going to accept me back Zacky. I know they won't." Brian worried.
"They're your friends man, you've known for most of your life, of course they are going to accept you back. Plus Avenged Sevenfold wouldn't be the same without the very Synyster Gates." Zacky dragged him out of the car and over to Matt's front door. He knocked on the door and a few seconds later the door opened. Matt stood there and saw Brian.
"Gates!" His eyes popped and he flung his arms around his neck, "You're back man!" Brian blinked and put his arms around Matt to return the hug.
"I told you they'd accept you back." Zacky stated in an 'I told you so' tone and he went in to see Johnny.
"Hey Johnny man." Zacky hugged Johnny.
"What up Zee, been a while." Johnny laughed.
"Yeah. I have brought a visitor with me," They stopped hugging," Matt's out front squeezing him like a boa constrictor." He gestured back to the door with his thumb and Johnny went to see.
"Syn!" Johnny exclaimed and hug
WifeI see you there.Wife3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing eyes and dancing hair.
Your soul is deep. Your rules are steep,
and still I put up with you.
Your beauty sparkles in the day.
I hope you never go away.
EmoEmo?Emo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with that
you can call us ugly
you can call us fat
but you cant change who we are
we are emo
whats so wrong with that?
Dear Parents:Strike the soft skin of your children; leave marks.Dear Parents:1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go on: show them how hard they must become
to be like you.
Mold them to be mindless: coach them to react
with fists; make them believe that words have
Shape them into an almighty monster: modern man.
Destroy their purity and imagination by damning them
with absurd words of a god who previous men
Teach children to follow a leader, and to not ever
break the circle they belong to, so society never
Above all: train them to question love, even your own.
Not AbuseSome days,Not Abuse9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She just wishes he would hit her;
She just wishes he would beat her;
She just wishes,
He'd abuse her.
As do cuts,
But nothing shows,
Who gives a fuck?
It's not abuse if you don't have a cut.
PoetryThere is something about poetryPoetry11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that loosens the soul
it evokes strong feelings
it never gets old
it is pure emotion
feelings that do not waver
bottled up inside
waiting for the right paper
bright and cheerful
gloomy and sad
loving and tender
hateful and mad
it doesnt matter
whatever the mood
a poem can be found
that will fit the groove
that you cannot see
when reading greatness
that thing called poetry
.throw my bones.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the fire just
to warm up your
there and wonder
why you're always
You and MeI want someone who can hold me tight,You and Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And help me go to sleep at night.
I want someone to keep me warm,
And hold me through the summer storm.
A friendly face, a happy place for us to go.
Down by the lake we won't quake even when it's cold.
Because we're together now and forever
You and Me together.
secrets1.secrets7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you secretly want her faults so
you can have something to say
you were like her, you have
something of hers. only
i think her faults skipped you
and went straight to me. i
like to collect things i'll
never touch again, collect thoughts
and collect pasts only to
stash them in the cupboard
so i dont open the doors.
its the silences in between
that makes me think of her. and
i think of her everyday
i do i do. i even started
wearing her pocket watch
again because it makes me
feel like im doing something
i know you deserved
half of me
remember the days i was
lonely and i was terrible and
i was mean and i was.
i was not your
i was not i was not and im
sorry, so so sorry.
you dont need to shout for
me to listen. i'll listen
even if you
whisper. even if you
say nothing at all.
i like to keep secrets and i
guess im like my grandma, li
Lonely CliffI stand atop this lonely cliff,Lonely Cliff3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hand with yours,
your lips my lips.
We look along the ocean line.
The waters blue your heart is mine.
I see the grass and all the sun.
I look at you, your hair blows far.
You shine in life just like a star.
This lonely cliff these pretty rocks.
Remind me of your curly locks.
Late Night Texts 26S: Dean, were you and Cas watching Ju-On 2 last night?Late Night Texts 262 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Dean, are you lying to me?
S: Dammit, Dean, what the hell have I told you about letting Cas watch scary movies?
D: Not to do it.
S: So why the hell do you keep doing it?
D: Because he likes to cuddle when hes afraid.
D: And by that I mean hes fucking terrified and he cusses me out while hiding his face in my shoulder.
D: How the hell did you figure out we watched that, anyway?
S: Hes locked himself in your room, screaming about how if that bitch wants to come at him, shes going to have to face him and his army of angels.
S: Dean, he has a fucking army of angels in your room.
S: What the hell do I do with a bunch of angels who are hyped up on adrenaline because they watched a fucking horror movie?!
S: Dean, please come home.
S: You fuckass.
More than WordsDon't just listenMore than Words6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rest your head
upon my heart
Because more than Words
--(Words that fade)--
I want my Love
In your ears
Throughout the years
And tell you
HusbandAlways staring,Husband3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One Winters MoonOne Winters Moon-One Winters Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was no light. Left that night. One Winters Moon. There was a wolf howling at the moon.No clouds in sight. Clear and bright. The owls were hooting with delight. One Winters Moon.The giant peaks, the silver streaks, cacading from the gloom. Upon at chance at first glance I happened upon a stream. The lights danced, the water moved, the spell was cast upon me. All the little creatures slept. I sat down and there I wept. I lost my love. My heart he kept. One Winters Moon.
Sabriel, with snow and tickles.Sam drums his fingers on his thigh, puffing the steam from his hot breath out and into the brisk morning air. He leans against a mossy upright log that was once a trail marker. Hunts have been slow; achingly so for a good month now, and so the boys have settled themselves into a campsite in Northern California in the depths of winter.Sabriel, with snow and tickles.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, Sam has.
Dean, on the other hand, wished his little brother "Good luck with that frostbite, Sammy!" and quickly motored away to a nearby motel, complete with fireplace and an angel with a trenchcoat and surprisingly warmth-filled wings.
After Dean had tickled and kissed and nibbled him into a red-faced, giggling mass of feathers on their bed, anyway.
Sam yawns loudly, and it echoes through the redwoods. The sun sends streaks of yellow light in through the foliage, and it glints wonderously off the fresh snow.
Sam hears the faint beating of an owl's wings, up in the canopy, and he smiles contentedly at the scene that dusk has laid out before him.