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LustingI long for you, I lust for youLusting9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want ever sigh and scream and
I wish for ever moan that mingles
in the air between every kiss.
I want your hot breaths against my neck.
I need the scratches on my back as you
squeeze me so tightly.
I want the exhausted panting on my bed and
I dream of the smile between gasps before
you lean up and kiss me on last time.
I want the three words you whisper in my ear before you fall asleep.
I want you.
I love you.
My Narrative Essay for HistoryForever DifferentMy Narrative Essay for History9 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I awoke to the terrifying shrieks of townsfolk. I quickly got up and dressed. It was a terrifying sight outdoors. Barbarians everywhere screaming something that I could not comprehend, the townsfolk running and screaming trying to run to their homes, and then fall silent with an arrow through their poor bodies. I could not believe what I was seeing! I, being a frightened ten year old, ran to my parents' bedroom, "Mama! Papa! What is going on?!" I shrieked to them. They were standing at the window, gazing with alarmed expressions, at the terrifying scene outside.
They had such startled stares and expressions, I wondered i
Poisonroot - Chapter 14Poisonroot - Chapter 146 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cell was cold and dark. Trip huddled in the corner listening to something dripping onto the floor, every drop seeming to reverberate as loudly as possible. He sighed for what seemed like the fiftieth time in five minutes.
"Ain't no use huffin', boy."
"It's not like you're concerned," Trip muttered into his knees. He got up and started pacing again.
"Now what d'you mean by that?" Victor said from where he was lying on the cell's only pallet. "Ain't I in here, same as you?"
"I'm sure this is some misunderstanding, we'll be let out soon. Then you'll be… on your way home. Away."
The old man swung his legs off the bed. "Well, what d'you e
It takes twoIt takes two9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
This path I took, it was never meant to be walked alone
But I fear that you're starting to veer off
Leaving me to walk this road all alone
I hate this feeling of drifting apart
I need you, I can't do it by myself
Please, I'm scrambling in the dark
You are my light, my life
I fall into the dirt, crawling around blindly
I look up but all I see are the dark trees
They swallow up the sky and smiles evilly down at me
With tears in my eyes, I call out to you
"Please, don't leave me, you're drifting away from me"
The wolf keeps pulling you closer to him
With his evil grin, he looks over his should at me and says
"You're losing her, and
Black Leather WomanI'm here to tell you the story of a couch.Black Leather Woman6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In 1964 some energetic hippie bought 'er off a seattle merchant
And put 'er down in a basement of lava lamps. It's new love.
But the tie dye wears off after a couple years.
The couch was put on the corner and swept up by new hands.
Now a couch isn't one to give up,
She found a happy family from Wisconsin to fall into.
She would hold them all for saturday movies.
But a family can only live in one place so long.
The couch was put on the corner and swept up by new hands.
So her cushions were a little faded, so what?
The couch found some college kids and lived the good life,
She met young people with t
Saving HerRead the description.Saving Her6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Run, run, run away
Away from the tormenting kids
Away from the questions
Run to home
Walk in the door and see her
Alive.
That's all that matters.
He ran up to her and held on to her as she cried.
And the bottle of pills she was holding dropped to the floor.
Every day he did this.
Every day he ran.
One day he was late.
One day his bus was stuck in traffic.
And that one day he ran home to an ambulance at his house
He didn't go to school for a week
And when he did
He walked home
He had no one to save now.
The City of Us Ch. 2All night I was tossing and turning, and at around 2:30 in the morning, I stopped fighting. I sighed a breath of defeat, and grabbed my phone. Shuffling through the contacts, I found exactly who I wanted to talk to. I sent a quick text to Scarlet that said hey, Scarlet. u up? I closed my eyes once more, waiting for the vibration of a reply to wake me from this drowsiness. Nothing came, and I waited a few more minutes. I cracked open one eye and was just about to turn it off, when finally the reply came. Our conversation went a little like this:The City of Us Ch. 27 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scarlet: Yeah. Hey, u kno those girls who were at the RO w/ us?
Me: um, the 3 girls? Amber... Tas
Rosehip TeaIf rosehip tea with orange leaves,Rosehip Tea7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when brewed before dusk,
could pry wishful thinking
from my mother's wearied eyes,
I should duck beneath
the splintering of dawn
whilst she slept,
with dusky bosom and rosy cheek,
waiting calmly in the kitchen
for daylight.
We Shall Stand TallOn a shadowed hill,We Shall Stand Tall7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sat a boy with his dreams,
dreams with no more terror-filled nights,
only where the world was clean.
In this wonder-filled world,
he could do whatever he pleased,
cuddle with the ones he loved,
because the world would be at ease.
AltitudeFrom where the moonlightAltitude7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
stopped in mid-stride,
stumbling across scattered
stones,
crevice and crack
upon hidden homes,
coarse grass
and the faint
odor
of wild chamomile.
Relentless WordsYou've found your way into my diary,Relentless Words8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though I still don't know your name.
The scribbles and twirls that make my world,
for a short while, your essence tamed.
Pen after pen, running out of ink,
in a desperate sprint towards forevermore.
It seems I am trapped by a mapped out life
that I do not remember signing up for.
The edges of this book scream freedom
but the border is no place to rest my hands.
My fingers grow tired, filling pages with desires
but within these boundaries and contours I am damned.
Each time pen meets paper, the void slowly fills
but the words never match what I wish to exclaim.
You found your way into my diar
CanvasThe staining ink of your darkest Sharpie,Canvas8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bitter scent both relaxing and startling…
The gentle tug of felted tips and pen on skin…
Just rest my head down,
Let the shivers take me,
I wish you could experience something similar,
But I wouldn't know how to explain,
How wonderful it feels,
When I become your canvas.
Closing my eyes,
I listen to your steady breaths,
Your soft but precise movements on my skin,
My arm stretched across the cool wood,
My knuckles lightly touching your chest…
I think, if I lay still enough,
I can feel your heartbeat through my skin…
When you set that ink upon my skin,
I forget a
The Town of NightmaresSilence falls, casting a blanket over everything,The Town of Nightmares8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A fog that cannot be cut through.
With nothing left to say, the darkness rises,
A shadow that is opaque.
Everyone settles in, an eerie chill climbing,
A pair of eyes that stares you down.
Lights blink out, cries of fear calling from closed doors,
A nightmare keeping them from reality.
Goodnight, goodnight, little children say goodnight,
Close your eyes, never blink, a shadow out of sight,
Good night, goodnight, little children say goodnight,
Or the monsters under your bed will...
Come after you.
EpiphanyThe curious natureEpiphany9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of an epiphany,
experienced
in a moment
of enlightened solitude,
the blend of creativity
and logic,
the bond
between the soul
and the heart and mind
Physical evidence
of a mental dawn anew,
a sunrise reflected
on eyes that have learned
to perceive differently,
a golden flow of sunshine
that spills
in tumbling waves
into a dark, unlit valley
Unknown variation
of a gap filled,
or a new crevice
to be excavated,
unexplored caverns,
senses to be awoken,
to be activated
by a new perspective,
taught to see things
with new perception.
The Western HillDiscussing on the eye color of their future child, the two young lovers lingered too much on the western hill, beneath the ancient solitary tree.The black hound of the night swallowed the sun,and the moon, its mistress, forced again the world to see her face.When they finally noticed the late night, it was too late: a sinister growl grew closer...fire-birds seemed to run towards them, floating in the air.When these demons became closer, the boys discovered a horror even worse: the beasts, impaled on horns of unicorns, were the living torches of the trolls.Everything seemed lost, when the sound of a wooden-horn from far away made a griffin reaThe Western Hill9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Right Beside YouI'll be right beside you until the end,Right Beside You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be your support, your shoulder to
Cry on, I will advise you to do what I
Think is best for you, and remember,
Friends forever. I will always be at your
Side, whether or not you need me, I
Will stay to comfort you when you are
Lonely. I am a listerner, so you can
Spew out your problems to me, you
Can let go and I will take the weight
Off of your shoulders. I will be a talker
To help you talk through your problems,
A problem solver, and I will never go,
Even through all the tough times and
The rough words.
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror,Mirror Mirror1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
upon my wall,
my reflection is not beautiful,
not beautiful at all.
My skin sags,
and dullness lies
where a glittering spark
once hid
within my eyes.
The palette of violet
beneath my eyes;
from thistle
to a passionate indigo.
Skintone, once golden,
obvious lines
of exhaustion
and stress.
The crow's feet
the flight that ended
at the corners of my eyes,
I look old and tired,
a lifetime spent
dabbling in frivolity,
and wasteful fashion.
My wrist tips
the bottle of foundation
into the porcelain sink.
I'm ugly,
don't look.
Just a Nobody in this Imperfect WorldIt seems so grand to stand here,Just a Nobody in this Imperfect World1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking on my own two feet, but
Inside I understand that I am just
A nobody in this imperfect world.
I look all around me, to my left and
To my right, searching for a familiar
Face. Cold hard reality shadowing me,
The truth dawning on me as I realize
That I am just a nobody in this
Imperfect world. When all my hope
Collapses, and all I can do is weep,
I need something beside me, but
The only thought that comes is that
I am just a nobody, a speck of unwanted
Dust in this world, this harsh, cruel
Imperfect world.
BeautyWhy?Beauty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do this to yourself?
You have so many good qualities
You're beautiful
Yet you don't believe it
Why?
Answer me
I see you
I listen to you
And all I can think
Is how?
How do you hate yourself?
You're like my sister
And it kills me to watch
As you struggle with learning to love yourself
I love you
You should too.
Sweetheart, life's hell
And I can't promise that it's going to be easy
I can promise that you don't need to change anything about you
You're beautiful
No matter what you believe
You are
Smart
Beautiful
Sweet
Kind
Caring
And sweetie you have a kick-ass personality
Sure you have your flaws
But hey
A Pawn To YouAs I sit there and laugh,A Pawn To You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Acting like my crazy self,
You yell at me and lash
Out, wounding me with
Every word and every
Mark. My arms sting,
Layered with red spots
That only appeared after
You had hurt me. Why
Do you do this, to me,
When all I want is a fun,
Good time during lunch,
Somewhere where I won't
Have to worry. But no, you
Won't allow me to have that
Good time, because I'm there,
And that's all you need for
Reason. Well, I'm not a
Nobody. I have feelings, too,
And you can't just sit there,
Ignoring them, thinking you
Can just push me around.
I'm not a pawn in your
Little game you have going,
That you use as b
My Little GirlWhen I'm grown,My Little Girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I'm finished
with the wild ride
of being young,
I think I'll have
a little girl of my own.
One beautiful,
shining star,
is all a mother
really needs.
She'll be mine,
I'll teach her
all she needs to know.
She won't need
to dress like she's eighteen
at the age of barely nine.
The only value
of a girls' chest
depends of the size of her heart,
not her chest.
That the words ring true
when people say
that beauty
will never be worth more
than brains.
That dreams are worth
believing in,
and that a girl
can only go
as far as she thinks she can.
That the world
doesn't limit you,
only you can.
It does
RebellionI look at them,Rebellion5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The necks of their shirts pulled down low,
Their skirts cut short.
It’s like that with the boys, too,
Their pants sagging lower than they really should be.
They all hold up their joints to their lips,
Taking long drags,
And giggling like idiots afterwards.
Then the boys,
In a pathetic attempt to impress the girls,
Pull out their pocket knives,
And the girls take a step back,
And the boys’ pathetic attempt to impress the girls,
Works.
What’s the big deal?
I carry one everywhere,
Not to impress anyone,
Just because I like the fact,
That I have protection if a guy like that comes up to me.
Then later,
I see a
Dark LullabyRaven come to me tonightDark Lullaby6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Take me to where there is no light
As darkness falls, and shadows bloom
I bid thee welcome to my room
Perch upon my little bed
Rest your claws upon my head
Cast your spell, to make me sleep
And carry me, into the deep
If I should die, before I wake
I grant to you my soul to take
Fight and LieMarch, march, march to the beat,Fight and Lie6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
drums are playing as we speak,
guns are fired in the moment,
we are here subjected to torment.
Bloodied, wounded, everywhere,
a battle on the field always gives a scare,
wave the flag for we have won,
though we shed blood for everyone.
Bullet piercing soft white skin,
fall to the ground and cry out for your sin,
tears will fall and memories shall haunt,
and all they do is fight and taunt.
Death fills the air and it's terrible scent,
medics going around to fix the rents,
none shall succeed and all shall die,
what we do is fight and lie.
Sta.sh
