Viva La Pantz ¡Viva La Pantz!Viva La Pantz7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By: M.R. Anglin
Xena walked up to her front door. She shuffled the grocery bags to one arm and dug in her pocket for her keys.
Daddy. She opened the door and shuffled her load to both hands. Can you
One Day...One Day...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One Day... my ezcema won't be as visible.
One Day... I'll realize that I'm just as beautiful as everyone else.
One Day... I'll met every single Internet friend and give them a hug.
One Day... my negative thoughts will be washed away with good memories.
One Day... I'll make the videos and vlogs I've always wanted to make.
One Day... I won't always cry at night, for one reason for another.
One Day... I'll find someone to trust completely and spend the rest of my life with them.
One Day... I'll learn to ignore the judgemental glares and quotes.
One Day... I'll smile and laugh at least once everyday.
One Day... I'll tell my children of the many adventures I've had and how many they'll have as they grow.
One Day... I'll just be happy.
Just remember that everything will happen One Day, so just keep holding on.
ShardsThe dream shatters around me like a broken mirror.Shards3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pieces of you surround me, but nothing seems to be clear.
I'm still cleaning up the mess you made.
You should have put down your fear,
You could have stayed.
I'm done chasing.
I've stopped running.
Have you even noticed that I'm walking the other way?
I'm cut by the shards of what's left of who you were.
Red tears stain the surface while the world is in a blur.
Michelle InterviewMichelle Interview3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Interviewer: Hello everyone! We're here today with a very unique pro wrestler. Known as the Rainbow Haired Diva, Michelle!
Michelle: Why thank you! Very nice intro.
I: Was my pleasure. Shall we begin?
M: Fire away.
I: Who's been your favorite opponent in the ring?
M: Hmm...that's tough. I've had a few that I've enjoyed working with. From Trish and Lita, to Melina and Lena. There's so many that are very talented girls.
I: Interesting. Speaking of Lena, how did you feel about her heel turn?
M: Well, we discussed how that happened. When we knew we were gonna split, we figured since she makes a perfect heel, she should do it.
I: That does make sense. Alright, so who's your all time favorite Diva or Knockout?
M: Hm...another toughie! Well, one is definitely Lita. She was my inspiration to do this. My other would be Victoria/Tara. I loved her moves and her style.
I: Well thank you for joining us today Michelle.
M: Well thank you for having me!
TattooTattoo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you carved your name into
nothing was able
to pull us apart
we live through sickness
i lived through sickness
but to you
i wasnt the same
you tattooed your name
to my heart
it couldnt be removed
but the way you left me
that i was nothing but a fool
a fool of love
you were my fallen angel
you stapled the forbbiden love note
to my heart
i tried to pry it away
but it held so firm
it raged me
when you burned it with a last kiss
i tattooed myself to your heart
you erased it
In ceas de CraciunSeara de decembrie. Ploua marunt, dar des, in timp ce crengi batrane si intortocheate stau dezgolite deasupra portii cimitirului, in vantul care da impresia unui ger aspru. In refugiul din statia de autobuz, un tanar palid si pirpiriu isi sufla in palme, dupa care le freaca una de alta energic, sa le incalzeasca. O haina veche, de un negru usor decolorat ii acopera umerii, in timp ce o pereche de pantaloni de aceeasi culoare stau aplecati peste niste pantofi simpli, negri, cu sireturile rupte. Tanarul isi scutura niste pamant ud de pe genunchi, dupa care isi aranja parul negru, rar, destul de lung, in asa fel incat apa sa nu i se mai scurga-n ochii caprui,mari, curiosi si usor infundati in orbite. Niste buze usor movulii stau sub un nas mic, cuprins de doi obraji supti si care ii fac pometii evidenti, in timp ce fire mici de par ii acopera tot tenul, dandu-i un aspect mai matur. Incheietura stanga scoasa cu zgarcenie de sub maneca hainei dezgoli un ceas vechi si ruginit pe alocuri. MecIn ceas de Craciun7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cutia SperanteiCutia Sperantei7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ceasul din turnul vechii gari suna ora 12 cu o rezonanta ce zgudui caramizile batrane din temelii. Facea asta de mai bine de o suta de ani, semet, ridicat ca un batran intelept si cubarba alba peste toate celelalte cladiri ale cartierului vechi. Lipsise de la datorie doar de 5 ori, pentru reparatii, in ciuda carora purta urma unui obuz din timpul celui de-al doilea razboi mondial, ca pe-o cicatrice pe corpul unui soldat curajos.Soarele de vara batea aspru pe chipul tanarului care zacea toropit langa semafor, intins cat era de lung pe bordurile ciobite de roti neglijente.
-Iarasi rosu... Haidem! isi zise el catre sine, ridicandu-se anevoie, in timp ce dosul palmei ii mangaie fruntea incruntata, adunand broboanele de sudoare.
Era un baiat la numai 25 de ani, macinat de mic de nevoi si saracie, imbracat intr-un tricou albastru inchis cu o pata mare de ulei pe partea dreapta a spatelui, cu o gaura la guler care se latea in ciuda acului de siguranta pus tocmai ca sa impiedice asta, cu manec
A Cure For HeartacheIn circles.A Cure For Heartache3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love, pain, love, pain
over and over and over and over.
Vicious cycle of hope and defeat,
endlessly spinning, dizzying.
You were there.
Open arms broke my descent.
Unbreakable and breathtaking,
right where I needed you to be.
Those precious moments you let me cry,
or made me laugh, or held my hand,
extinguished the pain.
Silent tears no longer fall.
ChildChild, child, little child,Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
insulted forever, and forever wild.
Today you'll break, and tomorrow you'll fall,
and my name you'll call and call.
You'll ask for me now, now and again,
sometimes in voice and others with pen.
You're not much better, you never were,
yet you talked with a condescending purr.
Life would bite you with merciless venom,
ripping through your heart of denim.
Spewing hatred to and fro,
you make yourself a pitiful foe.
Child, child, wasted child,
insulting forever and forever wild.
Shattered PeaceFather, I must speakShattered Peace3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As the peace I’ve held, has reached its peak
The boy I was, is thought to have strayed
But in your blood he has always stayed
I cannot hold
For this heart of mine, grows certain and bold
Shackled to manhood I must confess
The fašade I’ve grown, was far from a success
The youth you’ve battered with heavy disdain
The life I was, told to fear and abstain
But fate was dealt so long ago
When the faith we held made it so
Young prosperity, empowered and free
Towering in confidence so all may see
But humbled by sacrifice, and hosts who may disagree
Father, do not turn away
These words I spill are here to stay
Shed your resentment as I’ve always dreamed
And restore the calm, as its always seemed
Still the seed you’ve showcased with vigor
Amidst these chasms, that sprawl even bigger
Still the child, you shielded from anguish
Christened a soldier, taught which enemies to vanquish
Father, you shall not despair
For this heart
HelplessI think I am a cutter,Helpless3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not physically, I mean;
My self-destructive tendencies
Leave scars that can't be seen.
When everything is okay
And things are going well,
It's a sure fire bet I'll ruin it
And all will turn to hell.
I fear that I an losing it;
The Black Dog's grip is strong;
I really can't go on like this,
I know it won't be long.
The jaws of gloom grow tighter
And even though I try,
The only way out that I see
Is actually to die
Her SkinHer flawless skin so colourless and pale,Her Skin3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smooth and silky soft to touch,
Exudes a radiance so pure to see,
Though she despises it so much.
Hidden beneath the clothes she adorns,
Out of reach of adoring eyes,
That skin so fresh and perfect,
Spilt tears of blood it painfuly cries.
Disfigured beyond its former beauty,
Scarred by the years of pain,
Every day showing signs of torment,
Like rings of a tree each year they gain.
She has nobody to help her through this,
Feeling isolated and alone,
Fearing the next cut will be her last,
The inevitable to no longer postpone.
Mothers PoemA Mother's PoemMothers Poem8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by Inu Hanyou Nikkie
I wish you the Best on your Day!
May it Shine Bright and Beautifully!
May Smiles never end and Praise never cease!
Know that what you do REALLY does mean alot to us!
Even if we appear not to take it to heart.
You are our Foundation!
You are our Dream maker!
You are our Friend and Best one at that!
You are the Fighter when we are in need
You are the Protector!
You are the Voice of Reason when neccessary!
You show to us the Paths we can take to grow
You are the Nuturing one that helps Shape our minds.
You helps us to be so much more we think we can't.
Like a garden that Blossoms
so does your Love for us.
We can only go forward with our Dreams
Because we have the Power of Our Mothers behind us.
When the fogs rolls in and we become Lost
You will always be there with the Light that finds us
No Matter What.
You Empower Us.
You Teach us.
You Shield Us.
You are Unconditional Love at the Purest.
Relationships may come and go
as we travel on the Journey known
If The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every PageIf The World Is a Book I Want to Read Every Page3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If The World is a Book, I Want to Read Every Page.
Let me memorize each dotted "i"
of moonlights freckled face
Trace the silver ripples
of a seashores wrinkled page
Count the auburn stanzas 'tween
the depths of trembling trees
Ride upon the vessel
of a sun-kissed simile.
Open sky-stripped windows
to the sigh of cursive clouds
Shuffle through the metaphors
Awaking through the ground
Slant the sails of poetry
toward continents of sea
Deep into the jungles where
the verses lace the trees.
Catch the winds of free verse
Or the open waves of rhyme
Sift through ocean ballads
where the sunset greets the tide.
Study drops of scripture
as it clicks against the street
Sleep between the pages
of departed poetry.
SufferingI'm the high school girl who sits alone at lunch.Suffering4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm the boy who's teased for not taking a punch.
I'm the nerd who's only friends are her books.
Because the words they say about her stick like hooks.
I'm the homeless old man who ignores the peoples glares.
I'm the little boy who cries because he thinks nobody cares.
I'm the freak who tries so hard to act like she can blend.
But she knows she'll never really be accepted in the end.
I'm the orphan boy who is left week after week.
I'm the girl who's so depressed that she chooses not to speak.
I'm the grad student who's life has been so rough.
Yet he's finding that still his earnings aren't enough.
I'm the girl who sobs in her closet every night.
I'm the girl who's too tired to put up a decent fight.
I'm the guy who thinks that he should end his life,
So his parents have a chance to get over all their strife.
I'm the mom who wonders if her kids are doing fine.
I'm the man who competes because his job is on the line.
I'm the thirteen year
TEARSLife is one big teardrop,TEARS3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rolling down a frozen cheek,
Sliding off a plastic face,
To fall at no ones feet.
Crystal pools of liquid life,
Disappear, as they fall.
Can the result of so much torment,
Have no effect at all?
Will the tears of endless suffering
Bring life to a desolate plain?
If so, there is no shortage,
For the tears fall like rain.
Hollow"Hollow"Hollow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look into your soul, and then look into mine,
As they're bonded by lies, watch the voids allign.
Feel the agony, my love,and witness the sin,
Left by you, but carved onto my skin!
And in a room I quietly sit,
By your broken promises, a darkness lit!
I stare into the nothingness and wonder,
If this is what it's like to be going under!
And yet I think, if you I can truly forgive,
But then nothing it is, that you'd learn,
And as always, you'd have nothing left to give,
But only ashes to burn!
Whispered promises and unheard screams,
Silent wishes, and aspired dreams,
You were the reason to it all,
And yet you denied to heed my call!
Was it all your fault, or was it perhaps mine?
But O' my love, why is all the pain burden'd on thine?
So explain me the reasons,
Explain me the rhymes
And let me hear your voice,
So I can comprehend, thy merciless choice!
So come to my arms once more, O' my dearest!
And let me take you to a place, where only we can be nearest!
A place that no one else
RevedereDimineata de toamna tarzie. O ploaie rece, dar molcoma, uda pamantul si-asa imbibat peste masura in timp ce ceasul Ruxandrei incepe sa sune. Era 6 si un sfert dimineata, iar tanara de 28 de ani se trezi anevoios. Isi trecu mana prin parul saten, tuns nici prea lung, nici prea scurt, cu usoare ondulatii si cu un breton care din cand in cand acoperea spranceana unuia dintre ochii caprui care parca radeau cu pofta, ca cei ai unui copil mic incantat de vreo scamatorie facuta de un adult. Se dadu jos din pat si merse lenes catre baie unde isi spala fata rozalie care avea un nas perfect in centru si o pereche de buze un pic prea mari, insa pline si foarte placute la aspect. Se duse apoi in centrul unicei camere a mizerei garsoniere, langa o mica noptiera cu o oglinda mare, veche, dar robusta si solida, unde incepu sa se machieze cu ultimele fire de praf colorat ramase in cutia de farduri primita cadou. Tremura de frig, caloriferul fiind inchis pentru a reduce cheltuielile, iar geamul fiind dRevedere7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
IndifferentI feel indifferent.Indifferent3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not ecstatic, per say,
To where the skies seem to be bluer
And colors all seem to be more vibrant.
But not sad either;
Where everything is coated in thick, unbreakable darkness
And I cannot escape.
Instead I feel...
Everything is in various grays,
I don't have any stirring emotions.
No perverted impulses that are my calling card.
I am simply floating like dust in the air.
The only unbreakable emotions I can sense within me are
And a strong sense of being trapped.
But I don't have any desire to break it.
I am fairly certain this is what depression is
But since it is not hurting anyone but me
I will not really mention it.
It will be pushed back,
Left to fester and ferment
Like a corpse in the ground.
As long as no one else is harmed, it is fine.
I gave up truly caring about my emotional well being
Long, long ago.
Sanctuary in FlamesSanctuary in Flames3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I’m barefoot again, toes curling in the soft grass as I watch the night rise, waiting for the light show. The stars here shine brighter than I’ve ever seen, and sometimes the sky is streaked with ribbons of sea green and violet. It’s the Northern Lights, I think. Whatever it is, it’s truly breathtaking. Colors swirling slowly like an acid trip galaxy, I can’t help but stare. This place is unbelievable.
With a chuckle I wonder if I’m on another planet.
I take slow steps into the yard, it’s warm tonight and I’m feeling lazy. Plopping down in an Adirondack chair I give a small wave to Andy and he’s scowling, having spotted the bottle of wine in my hands.
“I’ll share,” I offer even though I know he doesn’t drink, at least not while he’s working.
He sighs and leans back into his chair staring out into the horizon. I’m surprised that he doesn’t speak; I thought for sure he’d object.
Rosebud InnocenceThat little bit of magickRosebud Innocence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you always seem to
unknowingly dust off of
the ends of
your daisy dresses and
the ones that tell us all about
where you've been and
for how long gone just about
says it all to them,
Those tiny droplets of
love potions made from
the deepest, darkest secrets
we found one autumn's eve
that gramma by the forest river's home;
we should be incriminated
for all our vile,
boy-crazy spells that
we've stuffed in a
pair of sock each,
These little paper-cut
hearts you dragged me into
making from various art papers,
glitter, and glue-gunned
scrapbook pieces galore and
how for days to come
my fingers would ache from
i imagine your insides to
look just as colorful and
sharp-edged as these beautiful
almost pumping, brimming with
Memories of kindred spirits
and such childhood keepsakes
always be ours,
my happy-toed, completing,
Recycle BinOh Recycle Bin,Recycle Bin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you taunt me so.
Plump from my ideas,
With none for me to show.
Your mouth always open,
Waiting to be fed
The words that roll about
So messy in my head.
Each scrap a banquet,
Each page a tasty treat.
You grin at my failure
And swell from my defeat...
no way in hella single looming thought left to let me rotno way in hell4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
giving in to nothing, now nothing's all he's got
was it all my fault, or was he wrong?
wondering why the clarity takes so long
you pulled out the floor from under me
and pinned me to the wall til my ribs cracked
forced yourself at any chance
to tear my mind in half
there's no way in hell
i'm ever coming back
and maybe it'd be different, but maybe i don't care
maybe we just made some painful memories there
you're losing it all now, you're losing it so fast
you had so much control, but that just couldn't last
unless you pull out the floor from under me
and pin me to the wall til my ribs crack
force yourself just one more time
just to tear my mind in half
there's no way in hell
i'm ever coming back
lock and key, i'm guarded now
so relieved, the truth is out
and you can't get me now
you're desperate, the truth is out
and you won't get me now
unless you pull out the floor from under me
and pin me to the wall til my ribs crack
force yourself just o
Of Stars and SlaveryMindless dolls controlled by masters controlled by fear, is this our fate?Of Stars and Slavery2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can we cut the sharp ropes that strangle us or is it too late?
A people that works until its grave but cannot pay their rent.
They cook meals, carry crates, but cannot catch the devil's scent.
We were birds, we were free and had no strings attached,
But they cut our wings and our souls were detached.
We are no stars only because we are watching the stars,
But they carved up our eyes, so all we do is count our scars.
There was a time when God had not forgotten about his breed,
But now he is a misbegotten idol carved in cold clay, Godspeed!
Soma fixes our misery, broken bones and twisted spines;
A system running so fluid that it seems divine.