The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.The End3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scratch and tear the flesh apart, for here begins a fresh new start.
See the pink, the red, and the blue, grab a knife, you know what to do.
Remove the organs, hear the tears, scream and wail for further repairs.
And now you're down to your heart, tear it out to end and restart.
I Had Feelings...My feelings for youI Had Feelings...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Were no doubt there
And you shared them with me
Thank God, I swear.
But not too long later,
As I think over,
I slowly lose the emotion.
I don’t know what to tell you,
I surely don’t know how!
It was never a one night stand,
We still haven’t held hands,
And my lips are still a virgin to others.
Though I know how this goes
Yet I don’t I don’t remember
How to let you know
I want us to be over.
So soon it happened
It will be.
My feelings to you
Autumn AgainBrand new sweaterAutumn Again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know
Leave the house
Brand new sweater
Sometimes I think...Sometimes I think your annoyed at the things I say and do.Sometimes I think...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I think you hate me because of the things from my past.
Sometimes I think you wish you never would have meet me.
Sometimes I think you don't want to be near me.
Sometimes I think you say you can't hang out because you just don't want to.
Sometimes I think you don't like me at all.
Sometimes I think I'm better off alone.
And sometimes I separate myself because of these reasons.
And these reasons make me wish I was gone.
And sometimes... I actually do try to leave...
The AgonyThe Agony3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I keep digging.
The hole gets deeper,
As the pieces pile up.
I keep cutting
The wound gets deeper,
As the emotions pile up.
I am sketching.
The picture looks ugly,
As I paint
I am silting.
The world looks ugly,
As I see.
I continue climbing.
But I fall on the rocks,
As my body is smashed.
"Just go away!"
"Leave me alone!"
I continue drinking.
But I fall on the pavement,
As my spirit is smashed.
You Play A Risky GameYou Play A Risky Game4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You play a risky game but there's a stake;
You will not know how much it hurts, until
You go farther than the body can take;
You cannot break the bond against your will.
You think it is fair game, but it is not.
You think it is alright, but you don't know.
It is not just a game, but we have fought.
So many times you've done it, that it shows.
I have seen many others do it too,
But we still stop in time to save your life.
You have to know what's pure and sweet and true.
You have to learn how to put down the knife.
All you need to do is pick up a pen,
We'll stop in time to save your life, again.
Breaking heartBreaking heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart is slowly breaking.
Breaking into pieces.
For every mistake that I've made,
There's a scar for on my sould.
Everything that I've done wrong.
You can see it in my heart.
It's slowly breaking into pieces,
and my soul tears apart.
There are many scars on my body,
but the biggest is on my heart.
The knive slowly cuts it into pieces.
Slowly, with everytime that I felt bad about myself,
that I made you scream or made you cry.
It's cutting futher in my heart.
But also the times that you made me cry,
made me scream and made me fight.
Those times are also counting.
So the knive cuts deeper when you do.
But the worst thing isn't written yet.
I'll start with it right now.
The cause of all my pain is me.
Whe you cry, it's because of me, I've caused it.
So the knive begins to cut.
When you make me cry,
It also me who has cuased it.
"Deeper, come on knive!"
I'm the cause of my own depression.
And don't you try to prove me wrong.
My knive is still cutting,
cutting my heart in two.
crow comes courtingresplendent in a black glosscrow comes courting5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of feathered robes...
crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows
and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,
his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply-
the visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,
the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding
into estuaries, and ripples
where tadpoles skip and dart
beneath lily pads in the random and
rapid blink of each tiny vortex
The Unseen LifeThe Unseen Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Unseen Life
I thought pain was created to fade
But it seems like my life was crafted to break
So I apologize to the mirror and say "I'm sorry, it's too late."
I can't even look at my own face, as I can never accept my mistakes
I realize that I am brokenly made
My mind bleeds away the memories I've wasted
Remorse begins to slowly fill in the gaps that are left
This stained razor blade leaves every dark moment perfectly divided
I try not to indulge in act of prayer, because I refuse to ever confess
Even in death I will never rest
All visible colors descend into the ground
And time drifts off to sleep
Every sharp outline ascends into the clouds
As this reality begins to dream
This world has truly abandoned me
I keep on doing what I've done
So I can't deny that I've forsaken hope
I couldn't stop the emptiness once it had begun
But I had no other choice, because I was left alone
All I have ever had was myself to disown
Dawning self-hatred with no e
Mirror, MirrorMirror, Mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who's the ugliest of them all.
Don't even answer me,
I already know that's it's me.
As I see myself into you,
I can't see anything good.
Mirror, mirror do you know,
The ugly truth is what you show.
That's because I see it all.
Nothing beautiful, nothing good.
A depressed girl, scars everywhere.
Trying not to go insane.
Mirror, mirror can you see?
What you show is ruining me?
Cause now I know that I'm nothing.
Useless, abandomed and unloved.
As weak as a person can be.
Mirror, mirror can you see?
What I saw has killed me?
Committed SuicideThe couple walked down an overgrown pathCommitted Suicide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hands locked together
And smiles on their lips
But the happy picture was a lie
And blood ran from their wrists
The road which they walked
Led straight off a cliff
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
Cinna's DemiseI help my little Fire Girl into her jump suit. I focus on the task at hand and doing it for her so I dont think about what I will be facing in a few short moments. She looks perplexed at the slim tight fitted material and asks "What do you think?"Cinna's Demise4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I give a slight frown rubbing the material through my experianced fingers "I dont know." I tell her because for once, I dont, I've never touched anything of the like, "It will offere little in the way of protection from cold or water." I explain.
"Sun?" she asks and I see a glint of worry in her eyes.
"Possibly if it's been treated." I tell her. I feel something hanging in my breast pocket and take it out, "Oh, I almost forgot this." It's her pin, her symbol, how the world see's her. A mockinjay. I pin it to her jumpsuit and admire how it shines against the dark material.
"My dress was fantastic last night." she mumeres to me.
"I thought you might like it." Is all I can manage. I cant say more because it could harm her, endanger her and...I j
Kitten Learns a Lesson -- Pet-Play/BDSM Story "Trick or Treat!"Kitten Learns a Lesson -- Pet-Play/BDSM Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Haha, alright. Here we go. One for you... one for you... and one for the cute little kitty! Alright now, have a good night! Be safe!"
"Thank you!" the group responded in unison.
Kitten giggled, inspecting her quickly filling bag of candy. Purring softly to herself she sat down for a moment to dig through the bag to find a piece worthy of being the first. After a few moments she became separated from the main group of Trick or Treaters who were roaming the neighborhood as they carried on without their temporary companion. She glanced up, her head cocking to the side in confusion for a moment as she tried to locate them.
"Mmph.." she pouted, "they left me... "
With a huff she got to her feet and began to prance off in the direction she believed they had taken, neglecting to realize that the street she'd chosen was dark and abandoned...
"Where is everyone... ?" she thought to herself, looking around.
Sighing, she dec
Bath time, kitty! -- Pet-Play/BDSM StoryKitten purred, tail flickering happily as she came in from playtime in the rain. She carelessly pranced into the house, feet tracking in mud across the hardwood flooring. Giggling to herself she made her way to the kitchen to find something to drink.Bath time, kitty! -- Pet-Play/BDSM Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Kitten! What are you doing?!" An intimidating male voice yelled.
Kitten gulped, looking behind her, seeing the muddy prints on the floor before her eyes came to rest on the man who had spoken.
"H.. hi, Master... " she greeted him with a sheepish grin, gulping guiltily.
With a stern look he quickly walked towards her and grabbed her by the collar. With a quick motion she was leashed and being led into the bathroom. He grabbed an old dirty towel and had her quickly clean up the mess as he kept a tight grip on her leash. Once this was finished he led her to the bathroom by the leash and turned the faucet on in the over-sized bathtub. As the bathtub slowly filled he stripped to his boxers, knowing how the guilty looking already stripped cat-h
.:Interview with a Pet-Girl: What is Pet-Play?:. First off, I will start by explaining who I am and how I got into Pet-Play. You can skip this if you like, as it isn't part of the questions I was asked but it gives a back story on how I came into the scene..:Interview with a Pet-Girl: What is Pet-Play?:.2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
My name is Aramis. I am 19 years old and a "kitty-pet". My fursona (who I imagine myself looking like) is a black roan kitten who will be linked in the description.
I have been into BDSM Pet-Play from approx. 12-13 years old; although I was not actively practicing it physically until 18. I didn't really know what it was at the time, but I thought about it a lot. I found myself releasing myself more and more into this cat-like instinctive mindset. Giving into those primal thoughts and actions as a race we are forced to get rid of or hide. Even before when Pet-Play clicked I was always an animal of sort. I always loved to pretend to be a puppy when I was a toddler and later a horse as I got older. I met my first cat when I was about 11 years old. My mom is allergic so
SubmissionSubmissionSubmission11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I kneel at your feet, eyes down, waiting.. Very gently, you touch me under my chin. I look up at your face, the love I see in your eyes set my head spinning with possibility. You pull me up to you, and hold me so closely I can feel your heart beat. I open my mouth and try to relay to you the admiration and adoration I feel, but I cannot find words that are strong enough to express the depth of my emotion. So, I simply hold you closer, and try to breathe you in. I want to inhale you, carry you inside me, feel you, taste you, experience you. Why do you shape my world, why are you in my dreams, why do I feel strange when I talk to you, as if I were naked, and you could see into the depths of my shaded soul? Tell me, what do you see? Here is what I have wanted to give to you for a long time. In this collection of words, I live, with each line, I breathe. My heart no longer dwells in this body of mine, I am giving it to you. Now begins the courtship of a lifetime, you move so swi
Decembersville Ch. 6Chapter 6: Craziness is not on the streetsDecembersville Ch. 67 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chimabell! For gods sake, answer me you little brat! screamed Campara, a foul-mouthed thirty-year-old woman with a long black dress and a vulture-like walk.
She forced open the metal door before her with a kick and glared down below at the gear-infested factory in the underground chamber. Sparks of ember glided across the smoky channel and she could see the many prisoners in white masks and chains pounding down on iron objects going down the industrial line.
Campara frustratingly flew down into the smoky, fiery unit and began scanning the entire occupied area until she finally found her little brother Chimabell sitting at a high level watching boxes get thrown into the furnace. He laughed cutely each time a box went in and got burned. Then his small attention was finally caught.
Ello, sister! Ooh. Are you mad at me?
Love is fragileLove is like a treeLove is fragile5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is blossoming
And it is fading
Love is beautiful
Like a flower
But every flower needs water
Without water it will pass away
Be aware of Passion
Because Passion is fire
If you are not careful
It burns you alive
Passion is the sun
It gives you the power
Love is just a flower
It needs sun and water
That is where it all begun
Water is acceptance
Passion is fire
I can hear the cadence
Of your breathing
As you try to keep them in balance
Water with Fire - Passion and Acceptance
Keep them in balance
Or you will end just like that flower
Burnt by sun or
Drowned in deep water
You will lose your power
And your love will fade
Like the tree in Autumn
Do not let it ever fade
Starved by eternal fire
Swallowed by endless ocean
And lost in the sorrow
Because love is everything you have
No one can take your love away
And rend your heart asunder
It is everything you have
Poetic StructureFree verse sucks.Poetic Structure4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
OK, there are some exceptions; there are good pieces that are in free verse. However, I am of the firm opinion that a poem is only a poem if it has some sort of structure. Structure wasn't invented just to kill your creativity or make your life as a writer difficult: it has an impact on the human psyche, making what you're reading (or hearing poetry was originally sung, recall) far more memorable, and also more gripping both intellectually and emotionally.
And contrary to popular belief, it isn't stifling at all. The structure you use can be many things: most people think of rhyming, or syllable counting, but you can also have beat-wise meters (very common in many songs you may know, especially folk songs and rap), alliterative meters, rhythmic meters (like the stuff you see in Shakespeare) really, if it's organized in some way, it has structure.
The question is, how does one create a poem with structure? They
Decembersville Ch. 2Chapter 2: Sophia and Darkslaw have a talkDecembersville Ch. 27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The night fell upon Canzingsvale Wood in a heartbeat and Sophia found herself in a large, pink, princess-like dress. Why? Because of a baby shower that her grandparents were proud to sponsor; at their house too. As much as she didnt want to complain, all Sophia could do was whine about how she didnt want to attend even though the party was going to be downstairs in the large foyer.
Dont they have a house? Why does it have to be here? Its so dumb.
Please dont say that, Sophie. They are very good friends of ours and the grandmother came in close to the childs ear and whispered, They dont have the money to pay for the party.
Sophia just moaned and tried holding her tears back as her grandma pulled back her hair
Cut out the rot.Cut out the rot.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mouth always tastes like blood.
Grinding teeth echo regrets.
My true tongue plagued by silence,
as I watch her walk away, like gravity defied, through this shattered lense.
My favorite, sweating for me tonight, and on with the show.
I knew my lines, what my favorite ears hungered for , and what they needed.
It's the difference that I'm caught between.
I can see both ends so clearly, and yet I'm so lost in the middle, like
confinement, straight jacketed and scared.
More reluctant than these wretched scars as they tear from waist to cage,
tracing bad behavior, and choices I can no longer freely make.
I died again tonight, more severe than my average death, as the lust tore
through me, and my reservations.
Longing to devour this most interesting shape.
Self destruction marred this vessel beyond repair,and what else is there?
How many times can these same mistakes leave their marks?
And how unfortunate that she'd only love half my scars.
If I cut out the r