LongerIf youll let me hold youLonger7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a little bit longer
I think I can endure this life a while.
But if you will just hold me
So I can be stronger
And rise up when youre not even there,
For just a little bit longer
SleepdreamerSleepdreamer6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How could I let you sleep, when you dream in nightmares, and whisper in words of darkness? Hiding in a corner, running from your own visions of the deep? You asked me to catch your dreams. But I can't catch nightmares. I can't catch darkness. Just hold on tight, and dream the night(mares) away.
Wishing I could hold you,
plain burning plane. (us)plain burning plane.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the rooftops of buildings we lay unrescued
plotting for days our teeth; become ivory reflections,
the perfect cement coated memories of every..
dream of every reminder of how it felt,
To have felt.
do you remember when we built the castle?
[you must know]
Always AwakeWhy are you up?Always Awake4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What kept you awake?
Is it the empty vacancy
Left in my absence?
The overwhelming yearn
To diminish the distance?
The paralyzing agony
Or are you awake,
Thinking of her?
Not Quite ...Your uncompleted gesture barely stirs the air,Not Quite ...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you have disowned it, your limbs retreating
from what might have been an act of possession,
until you realised that owning might require title.
Your gaze, sheltering beneath downcast lids from
the prospect that impossibility might destroy
a hesitant moment, a flicker of hope, withdraws.
I sit, the empty table between us. I have watched
the silent evaporation of our feast.
goldthe surface ripples.gold4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the sun and alone,
the radiance of a halo not Luna,
whose visage is pale
as bone, whose flesh is cartilage.
peel the wallpaper away,
as grayscale as my touch silver
fades to sparks of ash.
a mist dissolves
to day. and you linger so transient
layer to layer, the clouds set as sheets
on an expanse of skin. tremble:
sea and sky
converge only to exhale
as they expand,
once. atmospheric pressure builds
where stars fall to water.
Six Word Story - Philosophy'What's life?' she asked, too eagerly.Six Word Story - Philosophy4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The northern lightIt's indeed tempting to follow someone else's footprints in deep snow,The northern light6 years ago in Open More Like This
because you know you'll sink and you know it will take time.
But after a while you'll discover that you never get where you wanted.
Then it's time to make your own footprints in the empty snow desert
under the northern light.
Through a Slender Opening, Part 10Before the bell had even finished ringing, Dipper was sprinting from his third period class and back to the gym. It was like running just ahead of a tsunami. And probably just as noisy as one, too. Once there, he pressed himself against a wall and let the flood of students swirl past him; he only hoped it would not block his view of the “Subject”.Through a Slender Opening, Part 102 years ago in Humor More Like This
Certainly it failed to block him from Mabel’s view. “What the hey-hey, bro-bro?!” she shouted suddenly into his ear (out of a necessity of being heard over the roar). Though admittedly, it pleased her to see him so startled he jumped into some random passer-by. “What’re you doing here?!”
“Um . . .” Dipper’s eyes cut back to the boys’ locker room.
“Did you come here to apologize for ditching me?!”
Dipper was so taken aback by the question—his attention focused somewhere else entirely—that he made the mistake of answering, “What? No.”
drinking the sky.she wants to be loved by someone beautiful.drinking the sky.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
she has dreamt up names and a face; a smile and laughter and sparkling green eyes. she has watched, through a haze of fairy dust, mornings at coffee bean together, sitting opposite him cupping mugs in their hands and not saying anything
because in the mornings at seven, lost in each others company with the synchrony of their movements playing a harmony and the drone of grey-suited office workers as a background accompaniment, what would you like are the only words they need to share.
because when he loves her that much, the fragile things that her English teacher calls language dont need to break and s h a t t e r on the floor or on his back when he leaves in the morning without saying goodbye. because words, she thinks, are unnecessary; when they are in love it will be replaced by touches, and smiles, and brief caresses, and perfection.
one day, she thinks as she sits by the lake
Sephiroth's Guide For DummiesSephiroth's Guide For DummiesSephiroth's Guide For Dummies9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sephiroth guide No 1
If you cannot do simple things like what I did, please find the nearest wall and crack you head on it. Save yourself from future pain.
Sephiroth guide No 2
Ah I see you pass the first guide, but still you are not up to my level or else you wouldn't have to read this guidebook. So think of a way to terminate yourself. Save yourself from future pain.
Sephiroth guide No 3
Still here? Why are you still reading this? By reading this, you admit you are a dummy. Do yourself and me a favour. Donate all your blood to the hospital and your meat to the animal but save your organs for those who need it, except your brain of course (which is not much of a use anyway). At least you make yourself usefull while you no longer polutes the world with yourself.
Sephiroth guide No 4
So you're cheating eh? Skipping the above guide and think I don't know? Do you know who I am in the first place! You are beyond saving. Do a
The Phantom of the Opera TranslatedSubliminal messages abound in The Phantom of the Opera. Some are so entwined in such carefully constructed, phallic metaphors, that it may be difficult to sift through the passionate web of angst and decipher the lyrics' true meanings. So here, for your clarity, I have provided a translation of some of the musical's most elaborate lyrics. The original lyrics will be italicized, while the translations will not. It is my desire that your next viewing of Phantom should be an enlightened one, and my sincerest hope that these translations will clear up any confusion.The Phantom of the Opera Translated4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"The Phantom of the Opera"
In sleep he sang to me
(I thought this guy was, like, fake )
In dreams he came
( because caped, masked crusaders supposedly only exist in dreams but, hey, what do you know? There he is right there. Huh.)
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
(I am clearly too gullible to realize that the only reason this man knows my name is because he is a glorified sta
All My Love, FriendFriend,All My Love, Friend9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are at the end.
Let's be comforted by the fact that we tried.
What we had has died.
No more days out.
No more movies of a nature that we keep secret.
No more presents that I try to refuse.
You always cut me off with; "Keep it."
I hope your love for me fades.
All I want is your happiness.
All you want is me.
We can never be.
A silent "Goodbye."
Said with our eyes.
I'd have liked to have loved you.
To make you smile.
Time to move on.
We may not speak for a while.
Words will seal it all.
Gentle nights call.
We spend them alone.
Dwelling on each other.
Each with a love in our heart that is different from the other.
Incant and Deduct Chapter 9Chapter NineIncant and Deduct Chapter 94 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John is determined.
This year will be different. He isn't going to let the incident affect his life anymore. It had happened nine months ago, it was time to get over it.
He's going to move back into the Gryffindor dorm. He is, he is. He's a fifth year now he can't sleep in his own cordoned off bedroom because he has pathetic nightmares. He'll be taking his O.W.Ls at the end of the year; he's damn well not going to wimp out, crying off due to illness.
It's not as if he's actually ill, really, the twinge in his leg is nothing, and yes, he has a hideous scar on his shoulder but the physical therapy he's been doing over summer has meant that he has managed to strengthen his muscles. He might even make it back onto the Quidditch team; they've been doing abysmally since John has been unable to fulfil his role as keeper. And he's been doing really well getting back to the old John Watson, the Quidditch keeper and good friend, rather than the shadowy stranger he had bec
A long way from New OrleansNumber nine, the speedo needle roars of the engine underneath.A long way from New Orleans8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yank the throttle, glimpse the horizon, I'll go there,
wherever I want to.
She stood at the roadside, now where did she go?
With me, of course, let's ride into the nothingness,
talk the tales of your tall dreams at the stops we make,
breakfast at noon and tap three times when you need to go.
Cause it's a long way from New Orleans, babe.
Hollywood, hell, I just like to ride,
'specially with a pretty girl at my back.
You told me of your dreams when we stopped for coffee that time,
I smiled politely, cause I barely knew your name then, Kate.
Back when you only had your coat, your sunglasses, your dreams...
You really were a dreamer.
We'd set off again, you claimed you loved the ride,
I claimed I loved the company,
and we'd ride till the sun went down.
Gradually the motel rooms became room,
beds became bed,
and we went from travellers,
Kate, I never forgot the first kiss we shared, over fast-food
Razor SlutIt started so many years ago.Razor Slut11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little problem that proceeded to grow,
How big it would get, no one could know.
But if they had, it could have helped so.
She grasped the blade, it touched her skin;
This is where the saga did begin.
She cut herself to remove her sin,
The evil poured out as the steel went in.
She soon realized that each cut brought release
It brought her harmony, brought her peace.
It was a welcome feeling, how could she cease?
The amount of cutting began to increase.
It was a vicious cycle of blood and pain
She'd cut one day, then try to abstain.
You can't understand, because it's hard to explain;
But if she didn't cut she'd become insane.
She kept on cutting she couldn't stop;
Once you've picked up a blade it's hard to drop.
She knew one day her veins would pop,
But all she ever wanted was to be on top.
So she kept on going, she cut more and more.
She felt her anguish melt each time her skin tore.
When she couldn't breathe and she hurt to the core,
It relieved her to s
A Not-Love PoemA Not-Love Poem10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.]
This is not a love poem,
not-love, a not-love poem.
Falling waist deep into February
stomping the signatures of lost years
in footprints on the pristine present-
this, not-night has become electric
with memories smashing through
the thin ice of teenage alchemy,
charged, with the possibility of
or even a complete skeleton
of our separate childhoods
we, are the miners of nostalgia, now.
But in this not-night,
with the subtle city lights,
insomnia.one a.m.insomnia.7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i couldn't sleep. i was too busy tossing and turning and throwing my pillow at the shadows dancing in my room.
i tried counting sheep, but somehow, one became two became three became fifty became purple became what the hell is wrong with me?
i glanced at my phone and thought about calling you. and then i realized that you're never the one to call me, and that stung, and i decided to count the stains on my ceiling instead.
some idiot set his car alarm off, and the other cars answered, forming an odd sort of melody.
i wanted to answer with a scream of my own, but i forced it to stay in.
sleep was calling my phone, but i couldn't find it to answer. i wondered if i lost it.
i finished counting the stains, and there were twenty-six on my ceiling. the shadows were laughing at me - or maybe it was me, laughing at myself.
i stumbled through my closet to find my phone, finally answering to sleep.
'alyssa.' i didn't reply.
Dear justagirlDear Justagirl,Dear justagirl6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I've been meaning to write this to you for quite some time. I've always wished that I could make you see just who you really are. But you never listen. So maybe you'll hear me in this letter to who you claim to be.
You're not just any girl. Not at all. Your silence brings beauty to the words of others. Your words crack open the things left unsaid, and shine light on all the places few dare look. You have a way about you that whispers of a majesty, and yet you always hold others up beyond yourself.
Your eyes could scratch past the surface of the "hello"s and "how are you?"s. You refuse to see less than all there truly is.
I wish that others would let you know, and maybe someday you'll figure it out. Because I know the truth. Can't you just once try to see who you really are?
Young CrimesShe was in loveYoung Crimes8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The kind of girl
who wouldn't stop
Even it hurts...
She sent letters
She gave him her smell
She sent him her feelings
She loved him with all strings
He was in peace
The kind of boy
Who doesn't know
Anything at all...
He received letters
He gave her answers
He sent her apologies
He felt for her so much
She tried to hard
To find a way to
Tell him how much
It was hurting her...
She cried everyday
She tried to kill herself
She suffered every way
She was giving all away
He didn't even matter
These are common things
Whenever they happen
They do happen...
He played his games
He slept all the nights
He had dreams and nightmares
He was living life anyway
She was walking alone
When she felt him so far
The steps were getting louder
As her hand hold a gun...
She thought too much
She had planed it all
She was certain of that
She shot him that night
He was carring chocolates
For a girl he was in love
When he listened to steps
And a bullet in his chest...
He felt his heart hurt
Eight KissesEight Kisses10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You can call
it emptiness, breath, epithet, or oblivion
or love, or the thing we can't
touch, while in motion.
of your mouth in me like icemelt water,
like a creek,
Your personal website sucks.One of my assignments in college today was an assignment to find bad websites. Knowing of the abundance of personal websites hosted through a common free host called piczo I thought 'I can do this easily'. Yes I did, but in doing this (the easy option) I found myself taken into a world of abuse, stupid animations and pathetic pointless messages. prepare people to enter 'The rubbish bin of the net'Your personal website sucks.10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Lets talk content. Ok, fine, so why do you surf the net? Why are you reading this today? Because, like most people you wanted to do something. Whether its shop, read journals, view art, play games, it all has purpose. Enter a 14 year old girl perhaps, who thinks the world revolves around them. She sits there, chewing gum perhaps... and says to herself, I know Ill create a website that tells the world, who i am.
So she busies herself around and after an hour, she has created in her eyes a masterpiece.
So what does the average day to day surfer find? Ah yes, pictures of you.
who cares. Big deal
Harry Potter ObsessionYou know you're obsessed with Harry Potter when.....Harry Potter Obsession5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. You say "Lumos" every time you turn on a flashlight
2. You plan to read the books until the fall apart (and plan to get new ones when they do)
3. You're convinced your letter from Hogwarts got lost on the way so you just keep waiting.......
4. You have an actual wand from Ollivander's
5. You've attempted the Accio charm when you were too lazy to gat up
6. Hedwig's Theme is the most played song on you iPod (John Williams is the man!!)
7. J.K. Rowling is your hero
8. You eat Bertie Bott's Every-Flavor Beans by the dozen
9. You have a collection of Famous Wizard cards
10. ....That you made yourself
11. You made a Chuddley Cannons (or any other famous Quidditch team) comforter
12. You have an entire room dedicated to Harry Potter merchandise
13. You wrote "Nimbus 2000" on the end of you broom in Sharpie®
14. You've made one of these lists
15. The movies almost never leave your DVD player
16. You can't remember what color your wal