The Additions Part 6The Additions Part 62 years ago in Settings More Like This
Over a month has passed since I had become a vampire and in that time I have started to train my new life as a vampire. How to survive, how to feed and how to make sure that human's don't catch onto the fact that I am a vampire. Yet, I still miss my family greatly, especially my mother; she was the one that has passed onto me the four arms and now I must live forever as a four armed vampire. Being changed into a vampire was necessary to save my life but was something that I have not willingly chosen to do. My Best Friend was killed the night I became a vampire and I have not seen my family since then. I miss the waking up in the morning sun and walking around in the daylight. I miss being able to talk to my parents, especially my mother, when I felt down. I couldn't even stay in contact with my friends since they were still a threat to my existence. I feel a sense of depression over the fact t
All the cracks in time ::The Doctor wasn't sure how it happened. Time and space was so unpredictable at times, but this? This was unforgivable. It was an accident really, it could have happened to any of them, but it didn't. It happened to her. He swore he'd protect her, he PROMISED Rory.All the cracks in time ::3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Doctor jerked his head up. Rory! He looked back at the man struggling on the ground, throwing up. "I need your help."
"What was that?" He struggled, his knees shaking, "Where's Amy?"
"Yes. Amy. She's gone. That's the problem, and you need to get up and help me." He glared at the screen, "She slipped though a crack."
"A crack?" He said, pushing on his eyes, "Wait... What do you mean she's gone?! We closed the cracks."
The Doctor let out a groan, spinning a blue wheel, searching his screen with his finger, tracing imaginary lines, "Yes. We did. But THIS crack," He tapped the screen, "is a new one. It's another dimension."
"What? Like the
When we grew apartWhy do we change and drift away?When we grew apart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ever growing apart
I know it deep down in my heart
Things are done
Time to start anew
But I really still miss you
Why why why must we change
Can things stay the same?
Do you feel the strain?
Ripping us apart?
I feel like I am cheating on my heart
Was it real?
Were we the same?
The memories don't feel the same
When we grew apart
MomentsThe last sprinkle of lightMoments5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The last swirl of dust
Having held on so tight
Scattering into nothing
Disappearing from this world
As if nothing was ever existing
Essences left behind curled
Shock and pain blended
Sent flying wide and far
A wound to never be mended
A frozen, falling star
You're hollow, locked in a cage
Eyes unwilling to see
For a time you'll feel intense rage
Wishing to no longer be
As guilt starts to seep in
Your mind closes in a daze
Such a costly sin
Your life ablaze
No more hugs goodbye
No time to send your love
Tearing as you cry
Screaming to above
All those moments you'll never have
The smallest things you never said
The thoughts your mind never gave
Lying crumpled in your bed
The new morning brings emptiness
A candle is lit
Surrounded by darkness
The pieces of you no longer fit
Disturbed balance Disturbed balanceDisturbed balance3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The sun doesn't stay
for long... neither does the rain.
Get along,would you?
01 - YouthA youth.01 - Youth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So young and exuberant.
Like a young tree
held up by two poles,
thinking it's strong enough
to hold the world,
but can barely stand up
on its own.
So young and exuberant.
NothingA blanket of blackNothing2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
gives me a whack.
Nothing is all I see,
Nothing is all around me.
Nothing is all I feel.
Nothing seems real.
A light turns on
and Nothing's gone.
Everything replaced him,
heart and limbs.
Everything is here
when light is near
but when it comes to night
Nothing's in sight.
HimYou are not you,Him2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he controls everything you do.
You are not the same,
you are now a pawn in his little game.
No matter how much we cry,
we are changed, you and I.
Ever since that night,
we danced in the light
and forgot who we were,
outside of our nightmares, we will not stir.
We will fight to the death
and our very last breath
will be used for regret,
though our fate has already been set.
Living diamond Living diamondLiving diamond2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Under the chisel
new facets reveal themselves
not unlike the heart.
I can't sleep tonight honeyI can’t sleep tonight honey,I can't sleep tonight honey2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t close my eyes
and not see you
Like a ghost from my past,
haunting me every second,
please honey leave me
I can’t sleep tonight.
am I going insane?
I can’t stand to see her face.
Let me burn in hell
I can’t sleep tonight,
I don’t know what to do.
I can’t make her go away,
this is a nightmare, it has to be.
this can’t be happening.
I can’t sleep tonight honey.
UndeceasedUndeceased2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just a matter of time
Before I leave myself behind
I've almost pushed everything away from myself
And soon there will be no more reasons to beg for help
I'm slowly dissipating, and as this continues on there will be nothing else
I am just too tired
The ending is all I desire
I quiver as the waves of life crash against my hollow shell
Striking endlessly, and after living through this I don't even fear the depths of hell
Because being this strong means I've accomplished killing every emotion I've ever felt
This life of mine shall be undone
My era of hopelessness has begun
I could be so more much than this
I do have a purpose, yet I still resist
I yearn to have it all but I don't even wish to exist
So let the day of the rapture come
But leave me be, the lone soul who is numb
I contain my own apocalypse in my palms
But I will never release it, I
All This is Who We AreAdulthood seems to make us forgetAll This is Who We Are3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our dreams as children
Our ambitions as preteens
Our soul searching as teens
Adulthood seems to make us regret
Our silliness as children
Our boldness as preteens
Our recklessness as teens
Are we not who we are because of these things?
Thank you(French version below)Thank you1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since that day when you fell from the Golden Gate
Foundered with so many other human wrecks, solitary;
One more treasure lost down to the abyss,
And a part of me that will remain sunk forever.
I forgot you.
I hardly believed there was still enough room in my heart...
You would have liked him. Everything about him reminds me of you.
I needed a fresh start, a new life;
The chalk walls bore the indelible mark of our fingers
The wind's blast whispered in my ears as you used to do
Our footprints on eternal snows, and an edelweiss who slept there.
I saw you through his smile.
I had to forget you.
For being the drug that made my piteous brain work
The foundation that prevented me from collapsing and being crushed
My Moon while the Sun burned my epidermis alive
My oxygen, this lung I missed and craved
For loving me and making me feel gorgeous
Thank you and... sorry I lied to you.
I will never be able to forget you.
Needs SayingIt's always the shy ones. Memories, that is. They hang back, letting bright moments of cartoons and Christmases hold your entire attention so they can creep away to a forgotten mental corner. They don't want your reverie; they want to be left alone.Needs Saying5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Some memories shouldn't be.
Some have something needs saying.
When I was eight, I thought I was a horrible child. I was greedy and selfish, wouldn't eat anything I was given, treated guest children like they were stupid, ran off three of my aunt's maids, ran out the hot bath water, could have gotten my cousin killed, and very nearly did the same for myself.
Perspective is funny that way. My aunt's ultrasounds, the ones that showed an empty womb, make so much terrible sense now. To be pregnant one day and then the next be told that you weren't, that you had never been...at least a miscarriage can be buried. How could she mourn an idea? And where was there time to? She had lambs to feed, farmhands to pay, and poachers to drive off or survive,
Spooky Brew - Chapter 8The really amazing thing—the thing so amazing that Sweden was toying with the idea of ordering specially printed ribbons to commemorate it—was that no one could find a single flaw in Denmark's reasoning. Coffee as the polar opposite of beer, undoing its effects, made sense. There was nothing magical about it; people did it every day. They had just witnessed it working.Spooky Brew - Chapter 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The only question is," said Sweden as they discussed it back in the secure room, "will we be able to find enough coffee in this place? The ghost must have drunk thousands of liters of beer by now."
"Who says we have to find it here?" said Norway. "I've got tons of coffee at home. Literally—I just did my quarterly restocking run a couple of weeks ago."
"Wait, can we do that?" said Iceland. "Just leave and come back?"
"I don't see why not," said Denmark. "The three of us did it once before. Come on, let's get the hell out of here. We can take a few hours to clean up, replace our gear, a
Barfly MemoriesMy fondest memories are tied up in threads of cigarette smoke and dregs of spilled whiskey. Even way back in the days where we all played the happy family game the smell of my parents smoke and the voices and amber glasses from dads bar cocooned me. I still remember how I could taste the tobacco in the back of my throat from my perch behind the bar. Not even eight years old and there I sat amongst old men slumped over there drinks with worn shoe leather faces. The bar was one of the places of old, the patrons rooted trees shedding leaves of peanut shells and cellophane cigarette wrappers. I learned more in those hot afternoons and balmy nights on barstools than any day in Crayola colored walls could instill in me.Barfly Memories6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Days were slept away and as night gave way to morning dad and I would find our way home from the bar and mom from the diner. The three of us would climb out the apartment window and watch the sky catch fire and the stars die from the fire escape; twin smoke ribbons snak
Mr. SunMr. Sun2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You shine up there
in your golden brown,
your brilliant smile
You are my friend
for forever and a day,
we'll never leave each other,
no matter what they say.
Big, bright, and yellow,
you are Mr. Sun,
when I'm with you
I always have fun.
Stay AliveAs the sun shines down on her hair Stay Alive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her hair which is no longer golden,
but blackened by her thoughts,
by her evil actions
She feels the warmth,
however, she is still cold,
frozen on the inside,
feeling no love.
though very sadly,
and her bright blue eyes,
which use to shine,
are now dark blue and always looking down.
Slowly, her heart still beats.
Still keeping her alive
if that's what you could call it.
Forgiveness SetYour ForgivenessForgiveness Set3 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Your forgiveness my soul amazes,
Tainted only by frequent traces,
Of fiery anger and of helpless fear,
Hurtful words matched with evil sneer.
Forgiveness held only in part,
Never from the whole of heart,
Killing our love and eroding trust,
Until it dies, dust to dust.
Left again and walked away,
While in devotion I did stay,
My heart eager to forgive your sin,
Wanting to begin yet again.
My every error made a crime,
Willingly I did my time,
Stumbling from weathered ledge,
You left me behind for dead.
Forgiveness must be without a catch,
Given without a "but" attached,
The hatchet buried six feet under,
Not swung to split our love asunder.
Unwitting TemptressDo you realise how pretty you areUnwitting Temptress2 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your blue eyes tenderly smouldering?
My rationality's run so far
Your look at me softly lingering
The mind sins wildly when you're well-dressed
A specimen of youth and purity
Just a turn and a look, the resolve is messed
And the soul cries out for adultery
I ache to stroke your bleach-blonde hair
And feel your soft, fair skin
Life isn't supposed to be fair
Against Jesus who can win?
Is this just God's dark sense of humour?
A nun with the look of a pin-up girl
Who stirs desire with playful demeanour
And leaves all the men in a whirl
People Are Different (Poem)Some people scream for attention,People Are Different (Poem)4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but put away and claimed detention.
Some does not understand, the pain, the suffer
that one once had to go at.
Why is it so hard for us to communicate,
when our goal is set as the same?
Perhaps we are different in so many ways,
that only a miracle could sway.
One day, you might take my hand,
if I'm dead or not, is not the plan.
If you can see me now,
don't waste time, I might not then be fine.
WHY NOT SMILE?WHY NOT SMILE?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking up, up and up
Going through the corner of the street
Hoping, thinking, wishing
Please be a fantastic day
Am done and up again
Walking down, down and down
With the "geek in the pink "ringing in my head
Why not smile?
Am walking, strutting, hoping
The sun shining defiantly
With its rays reflecting off my shining bold head
Oh is that a smile creeping up on me.
Skipping, skipping, skipping
As she come towards me
The beauty with the ponytail
The stars shinned in her eye
As she winked and past me
With a big smile on her face
Why not smile?
Am walking, strutting, hopping
I Am Charlie in the Chocolate factory
I Am Alice in Wonderland
I Am Wendy in Neverland
Why not smile
Am at my destination
The sun rays
Shining over the Daredevil Ladybird
Climbing up my left shoulder
Why not smile?
You know you want to
Oh what's that I see on your face
Is that a