some die lookin' for a hand to hold.and this storm has been raging for weeks,some die lookin' for a hand to hold.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you gave me your eyes, you didn't see.
we loved the same way a symphony crescendos,
softly at first, all smooth skin and gentle whispers.
and then so loud, it hits you harder than death.
you cant sleep at night, choking on sobs and crying out like a banshee,
the unmistakable call of those all alone in love.
depths. (lost at sea)tearing through my chestdepths. (lost at sea)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you remove twelve bleached, bent sticks
to reveal the oceans underneath,
waves and waves, swallowing, devastating.
farther than your stare will go,
they crash and collide and sink ships
y o u.
tomorrow, i lie bloody and torn
tangled in your sheets,
tangled in your memory.
try to regain sense of port and starboard
my hands grasp empty air and
i blink away my salt water tears.
this mattress stretches on like the ocean
the bottom of this bottle
feels like the depths of the sea
and the only thing i can feel
is the current pulling me down
and davy jones calling.
What I Long to SayNot being able to tell youWhat I Long to Say2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is driving me mad.
Holding it from you
is like a torture device.
Crushing my body
until my ribs
start to suffocate my lungs
into screaming out the words.
My hands tremble
at the very thought of
allowing the words
to escape my lips.
My heart races
as I wonder when, where, or how
I should tell you.
The frustration throughout my body
conflicts with the pure joy
that you bring me
with every word.
My own world
of dizziness and happiness,
created by the mere
mention of your name.
The flurry of thoughts
whirling through my head,
all with conflicting conclusions.
Chaos within my mind,
a raging hurricane.
I beg for them
to leave me be
for even a moment.
tears at the edges of my heart.
Gives me a rush
like nothing else.
Fistfuls of hair in my hands,
as I smile and blush.
I can't stand it,
but at the same time
I like it.
No! Wait until you see him again!
He has to say it first.
Text it now!
Ask him how he feels!
Spyro meets Terrador's Daughter (Lemon preview)Spyro meets Terrador's Daughter (Lemon preview)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
WARNING!!! THIS IS A PREVIEW OF A LEMON STORY! IF YOU DON'T LIKE READING ABOUT BOOBS THEN WILL I SUGGEST THAT YOU DON'T READ THIS TEXT!
It was a warm day in Warfang. Spyro, the legendary purple dragon was doing his training routine in the dojo wearing a pair of workout pants and no shirt. He had to work out with threads as Cynder and the dark master still out there, waiting to strike the city. He had been training for years now and has become a handsome and muscular young man.
A knock was heard on the door, Spyro looked at the wooden door before he called out "Come in!"
Terrador, the earth guardian peeked inside before he opened the door fully. He was dressed in his guardian robes "Spyro! How is the training going?" he asked with a warm smile, he seemed to be in a very good mood today so Spyro couldn't help but to smile back. "It's going good Terrador" he answered, it was first there at Spyro noticed the female walking behind the earth guardian. She was green with purple belly s
Days of PainI'm just so tired of this pain,Days of Pain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of burying it every day,
Having it kill my insides,
Smothering me when I feel okay,
I hate how I need a crutch,
But on my own it's just way too much.
This burden weighs down my soul,
It holds me beneath waves of pain,
Every time I try to breathe,
The toxin just gets in again,
Somehow it flows through my veins,
Leaving my heart streaked with inky stains.
Why won't the darkness recede,
Where is the light from my burning sun,
I just want to escape,
I'm far beyond just coming undone,
It's so hard to remain strong,
When your world feels terribly wrong.
It isn't right that I feel like a weight,
Dragging my close friends down,
So I attempt to keep things inside,
But on my own I'm likely to drown,
These poisoned waves sap my soul,
And when I'm weak I can lose control.
Keeping it together is very hard,
All I want is normality,
To experience days free of hurt,
I just want to be relaxed and free,
This place is bad for my health,
Maybe soon I'll feel like myse
The Sunset-Short, Trite PoetryThe Sunset-Short, Trite Poetry4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As the flowers unfurled into the blue,
Came I hence, to my spirit renew,
Yet I found, with sadness undone,
Nothing left but the setting of sun,
Thusly left I: dejected, despised,
Only tears shone, in my hurt eyes,
I strode on, 'til a stranger I met,
He told me, "Child, be not so upset,"
"For while the world does seem such a cruel place,"
"Will you never suffer to leave its embrace?"
"So be of glad heart, and walk with joy and not fear,"
"For your own path, have I now not made clear?"
So walked I then onward, reborn as it was,
To see the world collapsing, as always it does,
But I, I could go on even yet,
For is it not beautiful, what we call the sunset?
HurtingI know what I've doneHurting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And for that I'm sorry
For my actions and mine alone
Have caused you to worry
I shall leave you alone
To avoid causing you further grief
Being with you has been fun
Even though our time together was brief
The future holds many mysteries
Will we ever meet again?
If so, I promise to be a changed man
One that is no longer insane
No escapeA frighting scream echos in my headNo escape3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No way to escape the pain of the words you have said
A burning sensation scarring the heart
You spoke your words, as if an art
All starting once you came
My suffering only a stain
Nameless ThingI've sat at this café so long that the waitress is starting to wonderNameless Thing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who this strange person is at table six who puts creamer in her
coffee and then forgets to stir it every time.
[She knows when it's time for a refill because that last sip
comes with a wince and a snarking-back of cold coffee-grinds.]
The cook's been out twice to catch a glimpse of this mysterious customer
who only orders condiments and utensils, and writes
synonyms for "synonym" in the window haze,
watching the I's cry.
I lean my chin in my hand and watch the world;
listen to the click of heels on linoleum,
the slamming shut of windows and descending-swish of blinds.
It's all just so mundane.
I wish to hear the music again; the metaphors and anecdotes:
babble translating to verse.
The man at the table next to me knits;
the muscles in his arms throbbing to the drone and jumble
of dishwashers and air-conditioners.
Music notes lay buried in his fingertips,
inked into his flesh, most likely, during a bout of
Life Is A Choice Of PenLife Is a choice of penLife Is A Choice Of Pen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Having good or evil intentions and ambitions doesn't alter its colour or how much is written
It scratches down our cold past, our interchangeable present and waits advertently for the mysterious future
It holds the same intangible qualities of life by being able to spur our devious species to make irrational decisions
I've seen our despised kind kill in the name of what is written or being audacious enough to die defending such simple words
But words do not bleed, they do not care, they do not fight or love but only embody our existence giving us meaning manifesting life
In the end all we really want is to leave this world with our own individual alteration on the world's page
Perhaps a full stop, a name or even a single word will suffice, for it is sadly a common objective we all aspire for
My pen has manipulated my soul and in collateral crafted this heart trending mortal writing this piece today
My pen has played me, it has hurt me and seems to have no consci
I really do try...I really care a bout youI really do try...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I really do
I try so hard
You just's don't see it!
Why wont you see I try so hard
I try to be yours
I try to be what you want
I really do try...
ThoughtsI'm so sick of not being perfectThoughts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sick of hurting people
I'm tired of doing nothing right
I'm tired of holding back
Let me scream
Let me lash out
Let me show you the other side of me
And try telling me you still know me
Everything confined inside
It builds until I almost burst
My eyes grow heavy
My fingers claw at my arms
Tear out my hair
Twitch for the blade
I hold back
But I can only hold so much
Then I do it again
I screw up
And I fall again
Self-loathing is almost a comfort
I often wonder why
Why am I this way
Why am I messed up
Answers won't be found
I'm sick of hating myself
I'm sick of hiding it too
I'm just tired of the pain
I'm tired of taking it out on myself
Let me hide in the dark
Let me face it once again
Only through self-destruction
Can I build the true me
I wish I wasn't this way
I wish I knew how to stop it
But it's there
I only hope you still accept me
I find comfort in one
Who's eyes aren't blind through my self-hatred
DreamsDreams are like a fantasy,Dreams3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Dreams are like a reality,
Dreams are the memories of the past,
Dreams are the memories of the future,
Dreams make you think of many things.
You can dream the unmanageable,
You can dream the impossible,
You can dream whatever you want.
But sometimes you feel like you're being controlled
You feel like someone is watching you,
You feel like there's someone else other than yourself,
And inside your dreams too.
Try to control your dreams,
Try to control your emotions,
Try to control the place,
Try to go into the memory of the past.
For there is still time to dream,
For there is still time to think,
For there is still time to sleep.
CreatureName me a creature,Creature3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With daggers for teeth and razor claws,
That would tear out your feeble flesh,
By the might of his jovian jaws,
As you remember all your fragile flaws.
Name me a creature,
With fire in it's eyes and icy breath,
That would fade away your supple skin,
By the power of his wondrous wrath,
As you succumb to your direful death.
Catching Up***There is a mild sex scene at the end of this fanfiction. I didn't think it was bad enough to put a warning on it, but I felt like whoever reads this should at least know first.***Catching Up3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clarice Starling hit the send button, sighed, and sat back to examine the screen and make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. No new emails, nothing under drafts. Her biggest concern was emailing Ardelia back, but she had taken care of that first.
Duke whined and placed his head on her leg. She patted the German Shephard.
"What's a matter?" she asked. She turned off the computer and stood. Duke pressed up against her, still whining.
"Come on, boy. Let's go to bed."
Going up the stairs, Duke followed in the same manner as before. He calmed down when they reached her room.
Duke's barking caused Clarice to jolt and wake up. Duke was standing by the opened door, but his barking had stopped. He was dead silent and his tail was between his legs. He backed up against the bed, and laid down, whining again.
ComplicateToo often in our livesComplicate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We complicate things,
Cluttering our minds and hearts
With useless worries and fears.
Instead of drinking in the Summer sun
Or becoming mesmerized by your coffee,
You worry about getting sunburnt
And consuming too much caffeine.
We forget to take pleasure
In a simple hello and goodbye;
A smile shared, an "I love you",
A hug given for no reason.
We analyse every look and smile
Since each syllable means something;
Even a tiny thing such as an emoticon
Has a deeper meaning these days.
A simple "how are you" or "why"
Can be seen as offensive,
As too intrusive, as nosy,
Too demanding and suspicious.
Just talking to someone of the opposite gender
For more than a few minutes
Will have people automatically assuming
The two of you are in a relationship.
Instead of enjoying the music,
We criticize the lyrics, discuss the tune,
Making the song so technical,
Sucking it dry of any emotion.
Just sitting alone on your bed
Listening to "Florence and the Machine"
Is an effective
A True FriendA true friend is one that is by your sideA True Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A true friend is one that will not hide
No matter where your presence
He/she will always be there, even if only in essence
Now that you know who your true friend is
Enjoy your times together, like a moment of fizz
Remember what it was like as a child
Be young, free, careless and wild
For your happiness is of the utmost concern
Of any true friend, that is what they truly yearn
Try againScream in my face andTry again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Try to strip away my courage.
You should know that
That old trick is too worn out.
My walls won't break.
They were built for you.
You should know that
You can't hurt me agian.
Oh, Beautiful Girlher beauty,Oh, Beautiful Girl8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shines as bright as a star.
glows palely in the moonlight.
burns radiant in the sunshine.
soft and sensual, like a mother's touch.
big and green, pretty like money.
the key to her heart, mind, and soul.
as smooth as cocoa butter.
juicy as a ripe red apple.
longing to feel a lover's kiss.
cold like a winter frost.
lonely like a high school geek.
cracked like a broken record.
deep like the ocean blue.
sharp like a razorblade.
wandering like a lost soul.
petite like a china doll.
her skin a milky white.
warm to the touch, like fire.
torn like a ripped piece of paper.
heavy, weighing her down like a sin.
free like a wild spirit.
can't you see why I love her?
MirrorWhat do you see,Mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you look into your reflection?
Do you see a pretty, perfect face?
The face of a confident person?
Do you see what you can achieve?
What you can conquer?
Do you see the person that everyone knows,
and the person everyone loves?
For me it’s different.
I see nothing worthwhile.
I see cracks in the mirror,
where all my dreams had been shattered.
Shards of the mirror sit around me,
as I count out the days.
I count them out as if I'm insane,
waiting for God to take me from this world.
I run my finger along the glass’ edge,
feeling the sweetness of it’s touch.
Pulling open my skin, and letting the blood go,
is like letting out a bird.
Looking up at the mirror’s pieces,
my eyes wandering the broken glass.
I notice there is nothing there,
And that’s what the world must see in me.
Can My Death?Can my death end hate crimes?Can My Death?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can my death stop the war in Iraq?
Can my death cure AIDS?
Can my death help the kids in africa?
Can my death end racism?
Can my death stop animal cruelty?
Can my death cure cancer?
Can my death help homeless people?
No, my death won't solve any of this.
But it will save me from this living hell.
I'm Only MeI'm Only Me...I'm Only Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may not be as pretty as those girls in magazines.
I may not be as skinny as those girls who are models
I may not have those sparkling eyes you desire.
I may not have the figure you want.
I may not have the skin color you seek.
I may not be the race you love.
I may not have the perfect voice.
I may not be as cool as you want.
I may not have the happy attitude you want.
I may not have the perfect smile you want to see.
But I have other things that those girls don't have...
I have the strength to say I'm proud to not look like those girls in magazines.
I have the right mind to be happy I'm not as skinny as those models.
I have the will power to be happy with my eyes.
I have the honor to say I'm happy with my figure.
I have the ability to be proud of my race.
I have the pride to be happy with my skin color.
I have the courage to sing for a crowd, and say my voice is wonderful.
I have the drive to be my own person, not some follower.
I have the bravery to not pretend I'm ha
Today, I Will Die...It is the darkest hour of the day.Today, I Will Die...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the sun still lays visible in the beautiful sky.
It is time for my decision:
To follow through, or coward down.
HA! Either way I'll be a coward!!
I've decided, made up my mind.
And today, I am choosing to die...
While I down the pills, and sink beneath the surface in this tub.
Let the water fill up my lungs, and smile while they burn, screaming for oxygen.
Let the drugs shut me down completely, one organ at a time. Painful, but quiet.
But if I don't go through with it...
If I jump up, gasping for air, rush to the toilet,
jamming a finger down my throat, and take back the harm.
..I'll still be dead...
Inner SanctumI don't know where to startInner Sanctum2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can't I reach out?
Why is no one reaching out,
for me, even out of curiosity
I just can't ask for it
Life isn't that simple
But neither can I hunt for it
I am too weak
If only I could speak
If only someone would listen
Someone who would ask twice
If I am alright
A person who can stand at my right
To correct me when I looking wrong
Staying with me when I'm all alone
I'm about to smash the mirror
So that it will reflect my heart
But no one will pull the shards
Out of my hand - look at my cards
Not a person to hold me close
Nothing to stop the regret I didn't choose
There are no scars that remain
Just the suffering - only the pain
Can't anyone see the truth behind the lies?
To show strength when looking in my eyes
I don't know where to start
This thought makes me claw at my heart