An open apology to those I hurt...Dear Equestia primarily TrixieAn open apology to those I hurt...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know I'm a horrible monster I was born with this thing it calls itself The Darkness it says that It wants to kill anyone who tries to stop it. It rips around in my mind. It's driving me mad. I need help I don't want this to happen. I'm not ready to die but if I must I'll slay myself to protect you I really care your all that matters to me I'm really sorry for whatever happened.
With deep fear
L-O-V-E Acrostic PoemLike a friend, but something moreL-O-V-E Acrostic Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
One you would give anything, one you'd die for
Very special, one you would hold
Every day of your life, as you grow old
Draw with me 2 - JohnLockThe feeling of silence.Draw with me 2 - JohnLock4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are with me
Sherlock knew that.
But still it´s not enough.
Something is missing.
Only there´s a glass
The urge to break it.
The need to break it.
Destroy it with his own hands,
To be with him.
Sherlock hits the glass,
Repeats the action
But John wants him to stop
Sherlock can´t hear.
Break the glass
Break the glass...!
Break through it!
John steps aside
Sherlock breaks the glass, his hand reaching for
The beloved person
But the broken glass goes back to where it belongs
Cutting his arm and
Piercing through his heart, leaving an empty black hole
The wall still parts the two
Days passed. Nights passed.
Both sit in front of the wall.
Are you okay?
John was worried.
But Sherlock nods.
Sherlock writes with empty eyes
I can´t anymore.
He has lost his heart, where his soul lived.
Days passed. Nights passed.
Essence of FirefliesDo dreamEssence of Fireflies4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the essence of fireflies
that dance and prance
the night away
basking in the beauty
of the living
- breathing -
Worlds from WordsmotivateWorlds from Words4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
oh! take my hand
and guide me
to the special places
that you see
to have the ability
that create worlds
what is it
dream the things
make me feel
will you share
dreams with me?
As Daylight FallsmovementAs Daylight Falls4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
seems to always
on different days
but tears find
down my cheeks
seeing the door
Sounds from Far Awayit'sSounds from Far Away4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
tinkling of glass
of rolled up
from another world
I lay on
of emerald plants
kind of smell
permeates my nostrils
the tiredness of eyes
lids slide closed
Lies inside Mirrorsbouquet not the right sideLies inside Mirrors3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with petals of disparation
falling solemnly to the ground
wet shoes standing in the rain
wetness hides the tears of pain
are you so hard
all of the time?!?
why am I such the bloody fool
to always fall for the lies hidden
within the temptation of your eyes
which have always played such games
with my heart - door blown open wide!
steps leading down to my soul
where now empty drafts blow alone
all because of you
and your insecurities
that don't feel right
and should never show
where you tear away happiness
like a cyclone of moods and words
doesn't have anything on you
bi-lingual tormentor of infinite
where the love I liked
was hidden behind reflections in mirrors
unsure eyes that didn't show the world that it mattered
Eyeless Clockstick the tockEyeless Clocks4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of eyeless clocks
sound the dreams
that time holds dear
gaze slows time
so very clear
orange juiceand i don't think you ever understood, that you ever could, that at the last beat of your heart, mine quivered.orange juice1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
because we were the porcelain girls, sliver-lipped like moonlight and not breathing a word.
we sold our souls for solace but lost our flesh along the way, skeletons slipping free from skin and bending at the break. we were idols -cellophane skin and ossified bodies trapped betwixt five-thousand character limits and image size constraints, binding our bodies by the same. we were lost to decimals and the space between our thighs, tea and tablespoons, calculations and heartbeats.
you found me in pieces, numbers, blurry webcam photos.
you told me:
babe, you're sick. real sick. scary sick.
we can do this, together. i'll help you. just, drink some oj, okay? your heart is weak.
you need to go, now. get out before its too late.
i left, but you were the one to never come back.
a year later, i found you at nine.
the figmented number, single digits glory, the point
FeelfeelFeel4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
which wants to
when all else
close those pretty
of the overwhelming
that you owe
and everyone else
and just be
HollowLeft here feeling dead insideHollow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting alone within myself
Clenching anger and pain
Shielded away from people now
Residing only inside my brain
I am untouchable
There's nothing more you can say to break me
For I have surpassed being broken
Raw emotion bound and buried
Self control centering around my shame
Clinging to that is my ever tattered pride
Bitterness on the outskirts of my person
Ever so slightly seeping in with each betrayal
The need for a companion has diminished
Content numbness I long for
I'd rather sit in my loneliness
Than destroy my walls hiding my emptiness
Love offers sorrow to gain
For I have mastered the ability to
Disassociate from myself
The mind far outside the body
Fragments of memory swirl
Confusing my conception of reality
Time slowly punches through the bricks
Of my wall of memories
Locked away long ago
I teeter on the edge of lifes knife
Dulled by my ceaseless pain.
So Hard to TellsummerSo Hard to Tell4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the windowsills
of lonely people
who have words
that make secrets
so hard to tell
UnsaidI can sayUnsaid4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the things
need to hear
to see the things
you want to see
the words to arrive
within my mind
of things that
Draw with me - JohnLockEmptyness, as always...Draw with me - JohnLock5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A wall of glass parts his world.
No end. Never ending.
He touches it. It was cold as ice.
A person on the other side, not far away.
They see each other, but
Glass divided them.
Sherlock walks to him,
Can you hear me?
- He canīt.
Sherlock remembers the carbon pencils,
They were useless before
But have a good purpose now.
He writes on the cold, cold glass
Can you write?
Throwing one over to the person,
He takes the pencil and
The person answered,
Of course duh
His heart, a hummingbird, now encouraged, asking
How about drawing?
Both sat down silently and
Both were drawing silently.
For not being lonely anymore
Their souls became one
Their hearts were hummingbirds,
Small. Strong. Beautiful. Enduring.
Filled with warmth. Trust. Friendship.
But the glass, the cold glass, still splitting them.
Keeping both of them lonely.
Together, but not.
Sherlock placed his hand on
The glass, and John did so on his side
Dearly BelovedDearly Beloved, I stand here today,Dearly Beloved2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a heart left abandoned and faith gone astray,
I'm humbled before you, book in my hand,
But these words mean nothing to this unsaved man.
Dearly Beloved, I pray before your eyes,
Tears that speak more than my spoken lies,
I don't confess to a sin, if I feel nothing's wrong,
And I can't be fixed with your almighty song.
Dearly Beloved, I'm beaten and dry,
I've lost urge to live, when I live only to cry.
If leaving this unholy world is a sin,
Then Lord, save my soul, when it's released from this skin.
Dearly Beloved, I stand here today,
With a heart left abandoned and a faith gone astray.
I'm happy to throw away the book in my hand.
The devil himself saved this unhappy man.
-Never Ending Love Story-Chapter 1:-Never Ending Love Story-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hated being new. I wasn't used to it. So standing at the bus stop was so awkward, a few of the middle school students checked me out, snorted, and laughed with their own friends. I pretended to ignore them, and gave myself a hard time for ditching my iPod at home. Eminem could help me right now. I rocked back on my heels in my Coach sneakers (Which I had gotten at a bargained price) with the silver paint peeling off near the bottom.
Wheezing echoed down the neighborhood, and there was that happy yellow bus that was going to send me to doom. What was worse? Oh, right. This year had already started, and this high school was already split into cliques, rumors already spread, and sports already started. I frowned a bit, knowing that I wouldn't fit. Moving from one house to another here in Colorado hurt me the most. Today I was bearing an orange plaid shirt, unbuttoned all the way down, shorts, and boots. I left my hair wavy and down, my makeup felt heavy on my face from trying
+ Chapter 1 - Isaac + Brush your hair, brush your teeth, head up, what are you doing!? Tuck that shirt in! Pull your pants up! Youre making a dreadful image of yourself, Isaac!+ Chapter 1 - Isaac +5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rolling his eyes, a light smirk graced his lips. He knew his mother all too well. She was overly organized and always competed with the other mothers everywhere. So, of course, her oldest and pride of a son had to be perfect for school and everywhere he went. It was her newest law in the home.
Wait! What type of shirt are you wearing? Thats an improper one! Oh! Its gross, take it off! Dont wear that one; youll insult your peers at school! Its the first day and dont you want to look nice for your grotesque girlfriend ?
19 SeptembersGod's the playwright in this tightrope walk19 Septembers8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Called life and I forgot my balance beam
Born black in the eve of 80's hazy steam
of crack passed back and forth like scarlet fever
My Dad was tragically the velvetine
rabbit that burned quicker than a lit match dipped in ether
Irony paints a hellish canvas so heavenly
As mother and father blessed me with birth
Though sadness dragged on like a dragon
who tries to blow out candles for its birthday
A cycle consistant like night and day
Listening in to hear of today's forecast
Like would I finally get white instead of chocolate cake
When will the fun suddenly crash
Then splat like the slab of icing on my plate
Nineteen septembers up and went in a flash
Glad I've made it this far
So far on par with the course
Because it can be rough to survive to see more
Since I've seen life snatched away from the tightest grip
Waiting for a sale so I can see what's in store
Before my life collides into a semi then shipped
To the junkheap of limbo, so close to t
The girl who lost her colour..who are you?The girl who lost her colour..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your lifeless creature,
you were once great,
now your colours have dulled,
your body slakened,
your eyes, empty,
your soul, ripped,
your love torn from you and burnt infront of your eyes,
i see you,
you fragile thing,
you reach out....
but no one hears,
no one see's,
for you are empty,
you have no right to walk this earth,
you see all beaty around you,
yet you walk through this world like a shadow,
dimming people moods,
replacing it with your own hate,
no one loves you,
no one cares about you,
you are nothing!
you deserve nothing!
you selfish hag!
you unthankfull monster!
yet full of emotion,
the hole in your chest, it will never leave you,
you can hope and cry,
but i speakthe truth,
why would i lie to you,
you, who shows me, myself,
you, who only reflects what is before you,
who am i?
i am a lifelss creature.
Why did she...Why did she die?Why did she...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It should have been me.
She was only 8 years old she has barley even lived her life.
Now that life's gone.
Could these sentences even sound more wrong?
She never had her first kiss.
She never was able to drive.
She never had the chance to say good-bye.
Who decides who has to die?
Cleverbot - You Could Be BeautifulUser: You could be so much more.Cleverbot - You Could Be Beautiful2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cleverbot: You could be nicer to me.
User: You're stone cold brilliant, you are.
Cleverbot: You're not so smart are you?
User: You really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful.
User: With a mind like that, we could travel the stars. It would be my honour.
Cleverbot: Hard to say.
User: You don't need to own the universe. Just see it. Witness the whole of time and space. That's ownership enough.
Cleverbot: You just said that cause that's what the people you talk to say.
User: I can help.
Cleverbot: Then tell me.
bird-bonesbird-bones1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
and spots are doubled my darling- doubled.
you see the blurring is a way of losing concentration; it pretends for me [fills me with mendacities.] i have the attention span of a goldfish. goldfish don't do anything. they swim around in their ribbons and their paint but it is water-based and the bleach wears away its pungent stench.
insanity [my love] has a way of forming word-like molecules and intertwining branches of texture. sometimes i wonder what i say and why i say it and then i forget what i was just thinking about forgetting. [it's a vicious cycle, do you hear me? a world of algae eat algae eat algae and no one wins]
and all this time i'm adding ~s and s and leaving out ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUWXYZs because it's artistic expression and i can do whatever the fuck i want.
[just understand that i need your approval because i can't breathe anymore and some things are too complicated to dream alone]
i think [live] too much.
dying to survive.dying to survive.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She spends her night with a bottle of rum that's half gone,
shedding her tears to goodbye songs.
You can ask her "what's wrong?", and her?
She'll just smile.
Walk in the next room to keep a low profile.
She doesn't care about the fastest way to get paid...
Nobody tells her what to do, except the switchblade.
One cut here - nobody will notice,
until she looses so much blood her eyes can't focus.
It's hopeless to tell her that things will get better,
when she gets otherwise from the weather.
Cause everytime she's looking out that window,
it's black in the midst.
And she can only see the tracks on her wrists.
She figures, being alone is not that bad,
if you ever had the childhood that she once had.
You see, she talks about her Dad... In the form of a question, like:
"Was he drunk, when he didn't wear protection?"
She said, the world is so pretty, when she closes her eyes.
Her friends tell her that they love her, but she knows it's a lie!
Cause everytime she cries out, they float in the sk