Ungrateful FriendshipUngrateful Friendship4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't cry
I'll be fine
It's not a lie
And I keep forcing these lines
Into this shattered mind of mine
Is this friendship a lie?
I cared about your feelings...
When did you ever care for mine?
When did you ever ask what went through my mind?
When were you there when i needed a shoulder to cry!?
Never. That's what it seems like...
Now that you have hurt this heart of mine
No tear will fall down these cold dry eyes.
What kind of friend are you!?
Making me want to die...
Making me feel like... slithing my wrists, into slices.
Making me want no more of this ungrateful life!
No pitty from you is desired.
It's unwanted. And so am I...
So when I'm needed,
Whenever your life falls apart
I will not be by your side.
Not in this life;
I will be
nowhere to be seen.
But perhaps I'll be here
in the afterlife we will live in
If all this hurt and anguish have left from within me- by then.
I hope you're not anemiclove me, love me, as if we're underwater,I hope you're not anemic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
breathe deep, inhale laps of turquoise heat,
exhale the hexes that arrest your lungs from
arrest your lungs like
handcuff bound wrists,
sleek and cool metal causing
your skin to retract and sing
quips of fucked up love
oh, but I'm no one really,
you could bite off my lips or
peel back my spotted angled
flesh to reveal I'm oh, but nothing
more than a
satisfaction has never come easy for
you because you have always wanted
aging, rotten berries that stain
white t-shirts as if
a scalpel was taken to the scapula,
carving seedless entities onto bony barriers
while removing the
it has always been easier for you
to throw me
away in a replaceable fashion,
singeing the wrists with octopus ink,
then burying deeper the zebra striped syringes
that have injected you with a truth serum to reveal
you're just another cracked out
if I were to pull down the zipper tha
Maps Not Meant For FollowingI bet you missed me when I went away. "You’ll come back," you thought. When I didn’t you bit your lip, but you were sure I would make it with time. After the second day, and the day after that, the doubts started to creep in. You caught yourself sucking in a painful breath whenever you saw something of mine lying around. Bits of my life left with you would slither into your sight when you least expected it the same way the memories would swamp you if given the slightest chance.Maps Not Meant For Following1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When days turned into a week, you entered into a hush drunk state: eyes bleary and sore from holding back any semblance of emotion. You were quiet, but not calm. Your hands became tumultuous storms when you'd glance over at our picture, fingers becoming tidal waves as you would toss it onto the bed. You were tired, but not nearly tired enough to forget.
On its own, you would find your body shaking at the brush of your own fingers across your skin, a reminder of where I touched you last. And the
A patrol of NightmaresA patrol of Nightmares4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Patrol of Nightmares
Acornpaw shivered as he walked at the back of the patrol, the air was icy, fog swirled around his creamy paws. He looked up, he slowed slightly, he frowned I recognize this place
"Keep up!" Crowfeather called from near the front of the patrol, he and Wishdream had been discussing what to do when they entered the territory.
Acornpaw merely raised an eye brow, he sighed and bounded back to the patrol. He soon found himself by Swiftleafs side, his heart skipped a beat, "Hey, do they every stop talking?" he hissed, indicating to the two chattering patrol leaders, he blinked and for the first time he noticed Robbinpaw trying to chirp in a point or two to impress the senior warriors.
Swiftleaf laughed softly and nudged Acornpaw, "At least they know what their doing, I don't want to get into trouble, especially with the Clawpack around " she shuddered.
Acornpaw smiled, she could always lighten the mood, "Thanks- Whaa'" he yow
After-Thought, PlansAfter-Thought, Plans4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
^In Black's room^
Black: Dammit! Why is this so complicated?!
*Cheren adjusting his glasses*
Cheren: I don't know why you're overreacting. Shouldn't finding N be a good thing?
Black" Yeah but .I know she has feelings for him. And she always brings him up in our conversations now more and more.
Cheren: *sigh* What you need to do is relax, take some time to think about your situation and how to handle it.
*Black just stares at him*
Black: Yeah I guess you're right.
Cheren: Yeah I know I'm always right. *Smirks*
*Black shoots him a quick glance*
Cheren: Well I have to go.
Black: Why? What for?
Cheren: *sigh* Bianca apparently has her first Pokémon egg, and she wants me to help her take care of it.
Black: Why didn't she just ask White to help her?
Cheren: I don't know!! *looks away* It's Bianca! She unpredictable!
Black: *gets angry* Okay! Relax man, I just asked you a question.
Cheren: Look, I'm sorry okay? You know the things betwe
Scribbled Words and Ripped PagesI leave poetry in library books,Scribbled Words and Ripped Pages3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The books no one loves.
The one with pages ripped and torn,
Scribbled words full of empty verse.
I leave poetry in library books,
It waits for that person,
With gentle words, and rough reactions,
To open it,
with tender smiles.
LonelinessLoneliness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish it was raining
Because I hate every beautiful day
Everyone's playing outside
Enjoying the weather
I hate it
I hate beautiful days
I hate being in a good mood
Just to pretend that everything's okay
All those fake smiles
All those people pretending to be alright
People being happy
Because I know
That I can't
It's not that I think they're not worth it
But knowing deep inside
That I'll never be like this
That I can't be like this at all
Makes my heart feel like a stone
Lying in my chest
Protesting to beat
It makes me wonder
Are there others?
Just feeling like me?
Just like me?
saudadeLast week, you showed up with the thunder on my doorstep.saudade3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your voice was so drenched with the rain that I almost didn't recognize the way you said my name. It hung in the air like an incomplete sentence, like something unfamiliar, like you were so lost from trying to find everything we left behind and piece it back together that you couldn't find me in your heart anymore. It was pouring and the power was out and I was so tired of watching the world fall apart from outside my windows that I let you back inside my arms and inside my senses, and your bones were shaking as you clung to me and told me how good it felt to come back home.
There was something forced in our actions, as if we were going through the motions of something we had practiced a hundred times before. Your lips were all orchestrated movements against mine and the arch of your back and shudder of your breath felt rehearsed, so that when you lay tangled and spent in my bedsheets I let my mouth wander the terrain of your sh
Love Letters On the TrainDear Stranger,Love Letters On the Train2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress).
You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something I'm unaware of, something silently and intimately your own; a secret from the world that makes everything all the more meaningful to you.
- The Passenger
I'm not in the habit of reading post-its from strangers. I found a love-letter hidden in a newspaper once, that the author forgot or was too afraid to send. It made me sad to think
I want to end it all.Wouldn't it be niceI want to end it all.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To do all those things
That you could only dream of doing
Slicing open your wrists
To watch the life slowly bleed out of you
Hanging off that end of the rope
To feel the breath slowly squeezed out of you
Getting that gun, and taking the shot
To feel your brains blown out of your head
You want to do it
But you're a coward
Just do it already
And save the world
A whole lotta trouble.
:.Happy Birthday Ulquiorra.::.Happy Birthday Ulquiorra.:4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on Orihime, you got to be kidding me," Tatsuki said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. She opened a bag of salty potato chips and shoved one in her mouth.
"Please Tatsuki? PLEASE? It's such a great idea!" Orihime whined. She placed her hands in the prayer position and widened her grey eyes.
Tatsuki sighed and placed her hand on Orihime's head, "Fine, I'll ask Ichigo-"
"WAHOO‼" Orihime cheered as she flew up into the air, her orange curls bobbing against her back, "THANKYOU! THANKYOU! THANKYOU!" With that, she skipped away, full of happiness.
Tatsuki slapped her forehead, "Why do I always have to get the hard job?" She sighed and dug her hand in the bag and plopped another chip in her mouth.
Now it so happens that Ishida was walking by the classroom when a flash of orange caught his eye. He peered inside and saw Orihime on her desk writing down something. Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth and she constantly bit on the pencil. "I wonder " Ishida said to himsel
CELEBRATION of GAY PRIDECELEBRATION of GAY PRIDE5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
CELEBRATION of GAY PRIDE - An Older Gay Man's Perspective
Straight people keep asking, "Why do 'you' people need GAY PRIDE when there is no need for STRAIGHT PRIDE?" This is my answer:
Straight people do not need to be proud of being straight, because they do not need to overcome and survive vilification, hatred, bigotry, discrimination and suppression, for being straight. Sexual Minorities deserve great pride and respect for overcoming all of that, and more.I call this a "Celebration of Gay Pride" because it is a celebration of my journey to self-acceptance and pride-of-self. I was 13, an Altar Boy wanting to be a Priest, when our priest told us boys, "Boys who are physically attracted to other boys are an abomination in the eyes of God, doomed to burn for an eternity in the everlasting fires of Gahanna." I could not understand it. I was simple, autistic, and I lived to be a good boy. I had not done anything to make these feelings for boys happen. God must
GoodbyeI wish this wasn't happening now,Goodbye4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you would learn already,
That i will not bow.
Too many times have I gone under your embrace,
have I not seen past your grace.
I didn't know you like I thought I did,
everything bad you had,
I need some support,
You did too,
But then she came,
Right out of the blue.
One year later you knelt on your knee,
And just like that,
FatalistI sit here holding youFatalist4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you hold with all your might
On to your last breath
My love, my only
Do not leave me
My thoughts are with you
The light shines in your eyes
One last time
Then you are gone
My cries of anguish
Send the murders of crows flying
The raven's wings circle over head
In that moment
My soul was reborn
Reborn in your crimson blood
I am yours forever and always
I am become death
None shall survive my gaze
Cloaked in shadows
Protected by the night mother
Life and death are mine
I control who lives and who dies
The ravens announce my coming
The sound of their wings
Is the sound of my robes
As I stalk my prey
"Protect me o' mother of night
O' All Father steady my hand
Grant me blood this night"
I shall never fall
Never go to death's cold embrace
This the Norns have decreed
I am the judgment in the night
The last breath of an elder
The life blood of a warrior
I am eternal, everlasting
Revenge is beautiful but
My vengeance won't be merciful
I have been set free
I am the fear
How Vast It IsI can't write a poem for you.How Vast It Is4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can't sing a song for you.
I can't be you.
I once wished I could take your place and told you I would in a heartbeat.
You said "Yes, please do!" but we know I can't even do that.
We both know you're strong and have weathered many things.
But some things won't change.
This disease you have now won't change. You'll change with it.
You sent a text message, "I felt a tiny feeling in my left foot! Woot!"
I sent one back to help you celebrate.
I wished again I had what you have. Such a small thing you felt against the looming.
I can't linger on woe.
I can't linger on "can't."
I can't linger here without you.
I'll be a rock to your paper, to your scissors, to your own rock.
I'll be your memory if you ever lose yours.
I'll be here without you if I must, to keep you circulating through the veins of vast existence forever.
Break upBreak up4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart dropped
Dreams have popped
Love is unknown
Depression now sits on its thrown
The game is lost
But at what cost
Anger building up
And relief in one cut
Puddles on the floor
But hatred grows all the more
Nothing to hide
But your shame inside
So I will say goodbye
Ode To My EyesThe only beauty of my eyes is of what it allowed me to see,Ode To My Eyes4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Such as nature's incomparable color green,
And the skies pacifying color blue,
But the most beautiful thing I've seen is you.
When I saw me in your eyes,
I saw a reflection of eyes that were 7 times better than mine,
But then I saw that the reflection was mine,
That's when I realized you make me shine a different light through my eyes.
When we made that contact eye to eye,
I couldn't stop seeing from time to time,
You're the blessed figure that God and my eyes allowed me to see,
You're the reason I made this ode to my eyes.
StalemateThe light dashed fleetingly across the surface of the asteroid. Illuminating its many cracks and crevices before disappearing again. It floated gently onwards content in its own journey colliding with others but there was no problem; rocks are patient.Stalemate4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The two planets followed each other keenly like a terrier chasing a rat; orbiting the star, their life blood, in what may seemed to onlookers a race. The reality couldn't be more different.
Explosions of brilliant colour filled the vacuum like a painting. Rocks shattering into uncountable shards scattering away from each other like a vase. The war ships tried to advance being blown apart before they could make any progress, the bodies of crews thrown into space, their lungs screaming for air.
As time past the battle show no signs of stopping, every fallen ship being replaced by another. The two sides took it in turns to attack almost courteously looking for holes in the enemies defence, but it was a fruitless search. They died just like
Human...Human...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This world is so pure, so beautiful and flawless. Everything has its place, purpose and meaning. Everything is interconnected and all life somehow fits. The trees around me, bending their branches in the wind; their song perfectly fitting for this warm, late summer evening. The crickets joined in the lullaby with perfect ease, with no effort or even thought behind it. It just fits.
The wind itself moves and shifts, slows down or stops completely with perfect timing. Birds fly over my head with fluid motions, mimicking the invisible waves of the wind. The very last rays of light of this day bounce and reflect of everything, as if kissing the world and everyone in it goodnight. Clouds, like gentle giants of the sky, move gracefully towards the North, following some unknown path; playing their part. A lake in front of me glimmers, sharing the sunlight, multiplying it in all directions.
Everything here has its place.
Everything here is perfect, except me, with my thoughts, wishes, expectat
In The AirLooking away from you was all that I didIn The Air2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were just a kid
But, I never really looked at you
Even as you grew
Memories made me live and pretend you weren't here
But, that never did stop your sad tears
The way they would run down your young face
So far away from my embrace
Things started going wrong, didn't they?
That didn't stop your affectionate display
You became closer to me
Made me want to be
That better person
Not make my personality worsen
I decided I would be your parent
The love you give me has given my heart an indent
The beach was that place
I finally saw your face
I knew what you wanted
It didn't matter anymore that you were adopted
The sunset was shining brightly upon you
This beautiful view
But, I wasn't ready
I was unsteady
Handing you to your father
I finally learnt how to be a mother
Letting you go was so hard for me
I was ready to fall to my knees
I was so afraid
What had I done?
I had my fun
I had you
The closeness between us was overdue
PraegressusThere's a lot to be said of change. It is pretty much the answer to life.Praegressus5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Change was what happened when the first biotic molecules were created from inanimate matter and electricity. Change was was what happened when Mary Shelley penned Frankenstein and his monster [who, like those protobionts, was created from matter and electricity.]
Change was what happened when the first modern man evolved, and was what happened when he [or perhaps she] discovered the use of fire. Change was what happened when people became civilized.
Change was what happened when we stopped hunting and began farming by the rivers, began building up rather than out, began forming communities rather than herds.
Change was what happened when ice crept over the planet, and when people learned to adapt. Change was what happened when the last mammoth, the last saber-tooth tiger, the last huge reptile moved for the last time.
Change was what happened when we marked our calendar into its days, its months, its seasons. Cha
Fight in a Hospital They said she was too old to have a baby.Fight in a Hospital4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Doctors said she'd die if she had a second one.
Lettie thought different about that. Lettie thought different about a lot of things other folks said and thought.
Doctors said she'd die when she had her girl Jaycee ten years ago too, but Lettie was still very much alive.
Well, she almost died, but 'almost' didn't count with Lettie.
She did as she pleased and she had since a young age. That didn't do a world of wonder for her health, but she was happy with Jaycee. Her daughter was a good one, as smart and independent as her mom.
Now Lettie wanted a son because Jaycee wished for a brother.
Jaycee never mentioned a wish before. Lettie thought one wish was the least she could do for her girl.