Dark PresenceDark Presence2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'll be doing OK,
Then thoughts,mundane then a little darker.
Slowly slip into my sub conscience,
Like a dark presence,at first....
Not so bad,but before you know it.
Darker thoughts of anger then brutality.
Selfish desire overwhelms,leading me to stumble.
Always leaves me a choice but the desire and thoughts.
Strong enough to have substance,pulling me.
Takes me off track,I fail,I stagger
What is happening and where do these thoughts come from?
Religion says Satan,Psych says my mother.
All I know that sometimes it's so strong my legs get weak.
Why?The dark presence comes....
10 Reasons I Love Being ButchI am visibly queer10 Reasons I Love Being Butch2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I give visibility to femmes, which make both of our identities more subversive
It challenges the sex/gender assumption
Belts, suspenders, docs, vests, motorcycle boots, leather bracelets, briefs, boxers, tophats, ties
My cock collection
Moments of being "in" with the straight boys when they are able to have an open discussion with me about sex & gender
The way me and my gender make so much more sense when up against a femme and her gender
When gay boys or straight girls think I'm hot
The awkward greeting of "yes, sir?" at a restaurant/deli/library, only to be followed with "Uh, ma'am, uh, sorry, uh "
[And one bonus reason:] Following in my mother's footsteps and rejecting femininity, but for completely different reasons
26062011ao mi je to nisam napolju, toplo obučen260620112 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ao mi je to dani nisu vie nalik ovakvim noćima
Mrak i stakleni vetar umesto ege i pitanja
Ovo to udiem me neće čekati ujutru
Casual"Casual," she said.Casual2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is that what this is?
I only know that it feels good when you take my bottom lip
between your teeth
and tease me into sweet oblivion.
It feels good when I can tell you're looking
drinking in my profile from the driver's side
glancing at me rather than the moon.
It feels good to be wanted, this is always true
but better still to be wanted by you.
And I'm not sure yet whether I like you
not enough or too much or just right
but I do know I wouldn't mind if you touched me
like this, all night (and every night).
I only know that the moon is yellow in the sky
and I am determined to drink this life to the lees
I will drink to the power of this sweet blue night
I will drink until it brings me to my sullen, dirty knees.
And I only know that my voice is softer
when our clothes are gone
I know I've stopped looking for reasons.
I am torn from longing
and it doesn't feel casual when you hold me like this.
How Do I Know He Loves Me?It's in the wayHow Do I Know He Loves Me?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
he texts in his sleep
if he thinks the phone
made a sound.
The way he falls
asleep because he's
home in my arms.
The way I always
look good, even if I don't.
The way he says my
name. So sweet, too careful.
As if it could break
if he spoke it wrong.
It's in the way
he looks at me,
like a precious gem.
It's in the way he
walks, talks, sings, and
feels to me.
It's in the way a
kitten's purr can calm
It's in the way he
tenderly says to me
three little words that mean
"forever in my heart."
Old FlameWhy write down the words I cannot say to your face?Old Flame4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it the small desire I have for someone to finally
realize my feelings for you, and have them in turn
fall in love with you for themselves?
Is it selfish of me, even, to want to feel the flame that
burns my skin for a second when you touch me?
You leave me stunned with every glance, and with
your smoldering gaze I swoon.
Should I hate myself for wanting to cry on you?
To have my tears fall on your cheeks so that I may
see my own mark on your flesh? You have captured
my heart, and I am yours.
I want you to feel as I feel. It cannot be described
with words alone. It comes out: a tear from the sun
catches itself on a sunflower, and the shimmering
glitter falls and give life to me.
Breathe on me so that I might feel closer to you.
Whisper in my ear so that I can feel your secrets
as you spill them to me and me alone. I want to love
you as I once did, long ago.
Ever since I met you, there has been no one else.
I may have been fooled then
BassLow, like a sudden dropBass11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel it inside myself; deep
Something in me has stopped
and I can't laugh or weep
All sensation suspended; free
falling hard to the ground with a thud
Something is broken inside me
icy veins feeding the impending flood
Earthquake, eruption, death
without saying a single word, I
can evoke tears with a breath.
It doesn't mean I will cry.
Try as I might [feeling]
the sensation will never reach
never again will I love your sight
in my mind, there has been a breach
Heart Of Stone"I have a heart of stone." She'd been laid there, sobbing for two hours solid on his shoulder to ease the pain.Heart Of Stone11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No you don't," he whispered, wiping away the tear that followed this comment. "I understand entirely."
She had broken everything she knew, from her life to her boyfriend's heart. She'd pushed everyone away to feel the isolation, feel less pain from people, in the meantime pushing him so far away it destroyed the love of what they once knew.
"I've ruined everything," she sniffled. "I've killed my chances of anything, especially us."
"No, you haven't." He kissed her forehead. "I'm still here. You can welcome me back."
"I don't deserve you." She got up, heading for the door. "It's times like this I wish I was dead."
"Don't say that!" He ran over to her, grabbing her hand. "Never say that, please. You're killing me inside by doing so."
She turned around to see a single tear run down his face. "I'm sorry." She let his arms surround her, crying into his shoulder. "I shouldn't have
ButterfliesDawn breaks and I've been wandering the night.Butterflies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fresh dew on my face and my lazy, wet eyes open to the light,
the scents of honeysuckle and lavender fill my senses.
I walk alone to an unknown destination.
I suppose I was searching for you.
Earth has darkened my face, and my hair is in knots.
Sunlight illuminates the tops of the trees and the thick brush,
the flowers of night close their petals and birds sing.
I peer into the distant clearing; lavender.
I couldn't forget your favorite.
Winds of distant lands sweep through my tangles.
Whispers of other world call your name into my ears, and I smile,
the restless nights and terrors are finally over for me.
I break into a dead run for the clearing.
I know you're near to me.
Water drapes my face in sheets, even my eyes.
Droplets crash onto the nearby brush and I break the forest walls,
the chaos of the vegetation has died and all is calm.
I take a few deep breaths before walking.
I can almost see you.
Fire chars my heart to ash, but you'll a
From the Point of View of a ViolaFrom the Point of View of a Viola2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, we're not the thing that's smaller than a violin.
Yes, I did hear about the difference between a viola and a trampoline (you take your shoes off before you jump on a trampoline).
It's pronounced vee-oh-la, not v-eye-oh-la.
Yes, a viola IS different than a violin.
If you listen closely, you'll actually hear music beneath the cellos and violins, it's called a harmony, it's the thing that we violas (and basses) play to keep the solos from messing up.
Yes, you can insult us any way you'd like, laugh at us, make offensive jokes, claim we play the viola because we weren't talented enough for the violin. Go ahead, we can take it.
Actually, violas DO occasionally have the melody, and you'll realize, once you can hear us, that we have talent after all.
Hopefully this clears some things up.
We violas take a lot of crap for choosing to be the harmony.
But that's okay.
It doesn't make us any less awesome.
I remember...Pairing: ItachiXSasuke & NarutoXSasukeI remember...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
POV: Sasuke Uchiha
I remember how I hated him, how I wanted to kill him, anger growing within me as I watched him behind red powerful eyes.
Now it was different, the pain and stress had faded within the walls of our home, my brother holding me close as I did the same. I did not want this to end everything was perfect. Though remembering everything was damn hard to keep back, tears starting to run down my cheeks made me collapse in pain. Though Itachi was there, he would always be there to pull me up and hold me close. Whispers of his calm voice in my ear made my heart slow to a pace that was normal. Everything I remembered faded, as he was taking away the pain.
It was all so hard to walk through Konoha with him. Men and women stared at us as if we were monsters, children pointed fingers and shouted our names for others attention. Itachi always had the strength to ignore them while I suffered deep inside.
Even my best friend would
CrimsonWalking in, there was a pool of red,Crimson1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
In the corner, she laid there dead.
The slit in her throat poured out crimson,
It stained the floor, her body frozen.
It was only on that very night,
It all got too much, nothing was right.
That was it, she could take no more,
It was enough, had to close the door.
People around her failed to care,
Kicked her to the ground, too much to bare.
Her ribs were bruised and heart was broken,
Nothing was worth it, all was taken.
When they beat her to the ground,
She felt the pain of that round.
She felt alone, and couldn't face it,
She wanted to leave, everything wasted.
Walking in, there was a pool of red,
In the corner, she laid there dead.
Loving Dreams"Come on then," she laughed, running through the woods. "Come catch me!"Loving Dreams1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, I will," he replied, smiling with an evil glint in his eye. "I'll get you!"
As she ran deeper into the depths of the forest, she reached a dead end. "Crap," she murmured.
Before she could turn back, she felt his tight grip on her waist. "Got you!" he exclaimed, tumbling to the ground with her in his arms.
They laid there, laughing and talking for hours until it got dark. They stayed there, staring at the stars twinkling above, cuddled together. "Can I ask you something?" she whispered, moving in closer.
"Of course," he replied, moving his head to meet her gaze.
"Have you ever dreamed of true freedom, far away from here, where nothing matters?"
He paused, tensing his arm muscles. "Yes," he eventually replied. "With you."
"What?" She sat up, staring at him.
He shifted nervously. "Yes, I have dreamed many times of true freedom, always with you. Ever since I first met you, it's all I've ever wanted. To move far a
DesolateI can't walk on eggshells foreverDesolate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't hold a conversation
I can't see you in the same light.
I just can't.
You've fallen behind.
I like to chase the stars
And read the works of Gods
All the while you can't be bothered.
I can't speak on deaf ears anymore.
I can't jump for falling.
I can't see you through the fog;
I can't stop crying.
You're too simple to see,
And I understand your plight.
But it is truly pitiful when my only
Warmth comes from my wrist.
I can't love a stone
I can't take the chill
I can't keep bending like this because
I can't help but bend until I
K iss me goodbye
Howl's Moving Castle Fan-FicA Typical Day...Howl's Moving Castle Fan-Fic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bright midday sun woke Howl, though not completely. Half asleep, he lightly grabbed what he thought was Sophie's hand and kissed it. It turned out to be the ear of his stuffed cow. Oh well, he thought, getting out of bed and shuffling to the bathroom.
An hour and a half later he came out of the bathroom, hair freshly dyed and fancy red suit donned. He walked down the stairs, bouncing slightly and humming Sosban Fach to himself. It seemed Michael had left for Cesari's to visit Martha.
And then came the scream.
"HOWELL JENKINS PENDRAGON, I SIMPLY CANNOT BELIEVE YOU, YOU LAZY OAF!" Sophie's voice came from the dining room. "MICHAEL AND I ATE BREAKFAST TWO AND A HALF HOURS AGO, AND YOU STILL JUST LAY THERE!" She rushed in, brandishing her ever-present stick. A moment later, all of Howl's beauty spells and potions vanished. His hair was a tousled black mess. And his suit jacket was a few sizes too big. Sophie then
Life Boats for Paper DollsI still throw salt over my shoulder becauseLife Boats for Paper Dolls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it makes the devil thirsty.
He drinks from an oaken bucket.
We can live our lives without him.
I know a tree in Pennsylvania.
A girl nobody saw leaned against the moss
every day after class.
She wrote in a journal as ants
crawled between her silent fingers.
The summer I turned eighteen she tried to
hang herself from it
Not the journal.
I suppose our words may often feel like gallows.
You never forget the first time you
taste sour milk.
The feeling of time's betrayal.
Some things still have to be taken on faith,
not expiration dates.
Today, I saw her under a tree in Minnesota.
She still writes about damnation but only with a smile.
There is something beautiful about rotting wood.
Window of OpportunityI am dying. I am dying and there's nothing I can do about it. I know this, but I refuse to believe that I will just fade away quietly: that when I'm gone and when those that knew me are gone, that there will be nothing more of me in existence. I want to be remembered; I want to make a mark. Is it not the human condition to desire this?Window of Opportunity3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I feel that no matter what good thing I attempt to pursue, it takes me somewhere that I had never intended to be, and that much further from my goal. Every consequent step taking me further down a tangential path I never consciously made. I have two hands and a voice and the knowledge of how to use them, but I feel less and less that I am competent enough even to do that.
I don't desire fortune or fame, but at least profundity. I do desire to be a good person. I strive to be the best person that I can be, and I am not blind to the fact that I am clearly not achieving this goal. As each day passes, I feel myself sitting idly by as my potential slips and m