MemoryMemory is like the tide,Memory3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It swells and ebbs;
It's free and wide,
Yet ridden with dregs.
At times it's calm
Soothing and sweet;
Like a tender balm,
A gentle beat.
It's violent, too
Coarse and bitter;
Like a vicious coup,
A cruel winter.
In it, I do bask,
Adrift in my mind;
I need only ask
To be lost in time.
Said the garbage canSaid the garbage can12 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I swayed back and forth on my
And each time that it brings me a bit closer to the sky
I cry out
from this day..from this day I will not take a breath unless its a deep one
I will only take deep breaths
And I will let my hair down and I will find out where my frowns come from and shut the door
Will flood the floor with gasoline.And light 10 matches just like that..
And if one falls down.I'll call it coincidence.
I wear paralization like some sort of designer pants that has
an integrated print where to put your hands
on incase you want a moment alone with me
I have the tendency to breathe backwards.To feel weak and tired when my heart reaches
maximum speed.To keep the package and throw the filling away.
I have this bad habit to tweak each word before I speak to you (which I often do,even if I dont say
So they come broken and bruised,waiting to be fixed again.You are so sweet when you care.
And repair each one.
I wouldnt say that I am transient.Am I not doing a goo
Probably Not"I know exactly what love is!" I proclaimed to anything or anyone that was nearby. I was stubborn. I was sure of myself. Writing the same Bible verse over and over on twenty-six sheets of paper ought to teach you what love is. So I walk with dignity and truck through mounds of mud and sidewalk puddles 'cause the rain is coming down harder.Probably Not9 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Yeah, that's right!" I jab the air with my pointer finger. "I know everything there is to know about love!" The response is an unpleasant crack of lightning. The rain keeps coming down harder. If I didn't know better, I'd the think the rain as pounding the life out of the plants instead of nourishing them.
"Love is patient!" I scream at nothing. Yeah, love's patient. And I am demanding to see him and be with him right this instant. So what? Besides, he needs to learn how to accept my uncertainty. That's a part of me! Deal with it!
"Love is kind!" I said in an insulting tone. "That includes kindness! That is niceness—which means being nice! And that'
Sleeping BeautySleeping Beauty draws her lashesSleeping Beauty8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thick black nets hiding pretend dreams
She stares blankly into space as he descends above her
A dead china doll, soft lips split in faux anticipation
Her stillness confuses, excites her humble prince
He draws his sword across her
Long, nimble thing
A murdering weapon; the wicked fairy's blood stains its tip
She can see, but assumes the stoic's mask
In flesh she stays, in spirit she sleeps
He finds her gasp intoxicating
The cruel sigh escaping her mouth
Tongue lashing at the sound
Betraying her formality and elegance
Charming prince rapes her of it, mouth, sound, feelings, all
She lay prone, drained and empty
The rapier draws over her breast as lips capture hers
Lashes stir and pupils dilate
She tastes like him, smells like him
The disheveled covers fall back as he claims her
Marks her, takes her
A fairy story to him, though not to her.
Nothing with plot device or faulty characters.
No conclusion nor fumbling deus ex machina.
A picture - a portrait - an
Are you hungryAre you hungry12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
May I rent your ears for a certain amount of time?
I promise I'll pay a fee that hopefully comes quite near to
what they are worth
Or I can give you those tiny coupons you can exchange at your local store for a new birth.
Things work faster today.Except for me.
I still pretend to be a calm old sea waiting for victims.
Relicts.To explain my behaviour.Ship wretches like long abandonned domino stones stapled.
Children in the court draw arrows to your door
But I spend too much time watching the line itself and cant seem to focus on the direction anymore
And scratch marks in the wood remind me that maybe I should have
followed their calls
But when you leave my love
When you leave this place I'll softly touch your fragile skull
to see if the beauty of your mind
left any signs for me on its porcelain walls
I want life to be my teacher not some kind of weird try
to explain it but the source itself
I dont need any scientific heroes only wanting to help and
in the end you remain with a rope in y
Epiphany No. 289If I had known you before my heart had been broken once.Epiphany No. 2894 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would not have been the girl who you liked enough to say hello to.
If I had known you before my heart had been broken twice.
I would not have been the girl who understood your beautiful sad eyes.
If I had known you before my heart had broken thrice.
I would not have been the girl who felt your music in her sore heart.
If I had known you before my soul was ripped from me.
I would not have been the girl who appreciates you the way I do.
If I hadn't been damaged,
You would never have wanted to know me.
They say the universe works in mysterious ways.
And you, you are my mysterious way.
Cowards Way OutDid you really think,Cowards Way Out3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That taking the cowards way out,
Would prove anything,
Except all of our worst fears?
Did you even think,
About the ones that you have now?
And the pain that you'd bring,
If you were to leave them all here...?
Do you really think,
You're life is just so horribly unbearable,
That you need to take this knife,
And do something you know is terrible?!
How many times,
Have I told you it isn't worth it?
How selfish of you,
To expect your life to be picture perfect.
Hogwarts RulesHarry Potter.Hogwarts Rules8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Things I am not allowed to do at Hogwarts.
The giant squid is not an appropriate date for the yule ball.
Starting a betting pool in the fate of this years Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is tasteless and tacky, not a clever money-making concept.
Seamus Finnigan is not after me lucky charms.
I am allowed to have a toad, rat, cat or owl. I am not allowed to have a reticulated python, snow leopard, Tasmanian devil, or piranha.
42 is not the question to everything on the OWLs.
I am not to owl copies of the evil overlord to suspected Death Eaters.
I will not take out life insurance policy on Harry Potter.
Professor Flitwicks first name is not Yoda.
I am not the Defense Against the Boring Classes professor.
When fighting death eaters in the annual June battle of Good vs. Evil I will not lift my wand skywards an shout "There can only be ONE!!
I will not say the Phrase "Dude, get a life. To lord Voldemort.
I will not put books of muggle fairy t
PrisonerPrisoner3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
her dreams all broken loose.
escaped her past,
they roost now in the tangles
of her disordered present.
'What if?'"You like him, don't you?"'What if?'8 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Woah, where the heck did you come from?"
"You'd think that you'd be used to that by now."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yeah, I was planning on distracting you to avoid it, and now I forgot what you said."
"Liar. But I'm repeating it anyways. You like him, don't you?"
"You know who."
"I don't like him, he's more like a brother."
"What if pigs flew?"
"What do pigs have to do with my feelings?"
"I don't know. What if he were the last man on Earth?"
"Are we playing the what if game?"
"What if we were?"
"Ok, that's a yes. If he were the last man on Earth, I wouldn't have much of a choice now, would I? But then again, man normally refers to human, and..."
"What if he loved you?"
"...Well, it wouldn't really matter, would it?"
"What if it did?"
"Are you implying something?"
"No, you're infering something."
"Stop using words, you're hurting my brain."
"Brain? What brain?"
"Don't push it."
"If he did,
StrengthKeep your head down.Strength4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe the monsters won't find you.
don't make eye contact.
Hopefully they won't see you.
Don't show emotion.
Try not to cry.
That will just encourage them.
They don't deserve your agony.
You are woman. You are man.You are woman,You are woman. You are man.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so be kind,
all in your own way.
You are man
so be strong,
Angel of FriendshipRemember those late night talks? The world kept spinningAngel of Friendship8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But we felt like the only two people in the universe
Looking up at the stars, pondering why do the stars glow
Like they have nothing to lose?
Sharing secrets, telling storieswhether true or not
Well, we all knew but we never would say.
We just laughed because it was better that way
But we would not trade it for anything.
The inside jokes that keep growingwe can say one w
The Dandelion GirlI watch her, hair bleached white blonde by the sun, and stained with streaks of strawberry. Her skirt, the color of sheer butterfly wings is teased by the wind, kissing her pebble-bruised knees with the gentle fabric, as she spins through the field. Those lithe legs carry her across the grass, curious toes nuzzling each blade.The Dandelion Girl5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turn away for a second, snapping my wrist, and let the football fly the few dozen yards to Eric, "Hey, who's that?" I holler in his direction.
"Who?" He yells back, whipping the ball to me again.
"That girl." I cry, catching the ball, and striding across the short distance between us.
"Uh, I dunno. They call her the dandelion girl, or something." He shrugs, grabbing at the ball, nestled in the crook of my elbow.
"Well doesn't she have a name? "I ask, pulling away, and letting my eyes stray to her again
Her back is arched, prominent spine showing through the thin white tank top, as she bends to collect a handful of dandelions. Fragile fingers weave the delicate
Sasusaku Might happen... 2013Sasusaku Might happen... 20133 years ago in Settings More Like This
For all the anti-SasuSaku fans go away!!
I just don't want any mean comments
OK, as you can see this is Sasusaku proof thingy. I researched A LOT about SasuSaku and what Masasahi Kishimoto said... so if you don't believe me, look it up for yourself. First I'll tell you what Masashi had to say about it.. Here we go!!
For the people that just don't care for the couple problem, you better stay on your guard because Kishimoto said that they is going to be romance in Naruto Shippuden.
Now you might say that Naruto, the main character, and Sakura, the minor character, are going to be together, WRONG! For all the manga/anime (except Naruto) that I read/watched all of the romance they have in them is always the same. The main character gets hook up with the minor character. Maybe Kishimoto wanted to be creative and do
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
TroyYou have too much time on your hands, Love,Troy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
folding paper cranes with broken fingers,
wishing to see northern lights in the eyes of strangers.
There are no lions between your bed sheets
who understand your hunger better than I-
You are licking my wounds; one with the wild.
I swear it's you behind these eyelids- untamed
and desired by this lonely poetic canvas
stained with blood, ink, and words I can't fucking say.
You look like a Goddess standing there reading my skin
quiet and shameless, proud of the gaping hole in my chest.
I know it then, like I know my own counterclockwise heart;
I should never trust my own kind.
"I'll build you up, my Troy, just to tear you down again."
And I whispered please, please, please...
MasksMasks4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have lost count of all the masks I hide under
I forgot how to show who I am
I put one on everyday and make sure it fits the a character just right
Each everyday, a different disguise, dont bother for help
The mask I wear now, the mask I wear tomorrow, never the same
Which mood should I be today..Bubbly and Giggly?
Innocent, wanting a laugh, what should I do.
In the back of my mind, I know I should be me, But it is easily pushed away
My soul crumbles each time a mask is worn
Its acceptable for others to see someone else, not me.
You may break the mask that I wear today, underneath is a mask I have prepared
Until I can proudly smile, at the one who causes me the most pain.
Too LateIt's too late, buddy. Your attempts at appeasementToo Late9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on this post-fuck armchair have long since lost their strength.
It's too late for sweet words and oh-so-fucking soft kisses -
too late for you to try to win this oh-so-dirty fight.
You thought you'd won -
I thought you'd won.
We both saw predator and prey and knew which we were,
and I was falling for your flights of fancy, succumbing
to your every sensual desire, seeing situations
where I was yours completely; I saw myself fading.
I was your possession, not even a person, a plaything.
My cunt was a cup from which you supped at will
and hid in a cupboard when you had visitors, ashamed.
You were not expecting my ascension. I spent so long
trying to please you here -
...But....The next day, she walked into......But....4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
... School... Her home... The Office...
And sat down next to her...
....Classmate.... Husband.... Colleague....
Without a word.
She put her hands on her knees, and stared into her lap. Outside the weather was....
...Nice.... Horrid.... Unimportant....
She didn't care. Everything was hurting now but, for a few hours, her life had been....
....Perfect.... Unblemished.... Hers...
Tears began to well in her eyes. Scalding her cheeks, they spilled sluggishly down her face. Embarrassing. Pathetic. Unneeded.
....Classmate.... Husband.... Colleague....
Looked at her with concern and, when he spoke, his words tattooed themselves across her lungs and heart.
'Are you okay?'
Inside, her organs strained against her ribcage. The tears continued to fall as she shook her head, 'No.'
He bit his lip, and leaned forward, placing a hand on her knee, 'What's the matter?'
Turning away from him, she said, 'I had a dream last night.'