every night my hair is falling outI have heard that in 7 yearsevery night my hair is falling out1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
every cell in your body
& isn't it beautiful that it will be
a body you have never touched
but I know that when your brain cells
fall like ashes through your skull
they stay dead
& I can never scrap the memories out of their corpses
Stick to GodSticks and stones may break my bones,Stick to God2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But words will never hurt me.
What a lie.
Words are the greatest weapon,
Shattering the heart.
Becuase she smiles and laughs,
She is happy.
Maybe you're wrong.
The smiles may be a mask,
Hiding her deepest pain.
He has everything you could want,
His life is perfect.
There is more.
If he does not have God,
He doesn't not have what is most important.
Though the words shatter hearts,
God fixes them.
Though she is in pain,
God heals her.
Though he has much,
God will give him what is most important.
God is our all in all.
He protects us.
All of us
Whether you believe or not.
A Passing FlowerWhat did I know of true love,A Passing Flower2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
unapprenticed to blush nosegays,
luscious lips, her cinnamon curls?
Too inept to craft soft letters,
crushed beneath her lover's balm.
She'd pick me off rueful, teary,
from the park, weary of the world.
I'd lie there for moments, minutes,
lifetimes; quietly dying,
cradled in the palm of a dream.
What did I know of true love?
Passing prosaic puckered petal,
soothing her mildew passions,
loving to be left out of doors;
playing second fiddle all my life.
RainCurtain of waterRain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
water in art
art is falling
falling sculptures crash
into a small sea
sea of the pavement
pavement is drowning
drowning are footsteps
in the splash of rain
rain is like a watery apocalypse
apocalypse in aqua
aqua missiles drop.
autobiographystart.autobiography2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seven lines written and erased and then forgotten
that began what i was thinking of and then supposed to write
she was writing she was laughing she was sitting in my head
so close to being real but then someone turned on the light
she fades to gray she's barely here
she doesn't want to disappear
her eyes aren't brown her eyes are gray
and now they're nothing, they're just clear
like invisible tape
except that they actually are invisible
collapse on the bed
eyes now red
and i remember what you said
but while i sleep
the me i keep
she jumps into another head
and there's a law that says that empty bodies have to die
so there's another me in here that fills me up inside
she's got brown eyes and brown hair and she looks just like i do
but all she ever wants to be is someone just like you
she's not brave, she can't talk
she just breathes, she just walks
she's a follower, a swallower
polite, but never knocks
she invades me, parades me
a shadow, a charade of me
she talks to al
Candy-coated fearCocaine-filled licoriceCandy-coated fear2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
As if to better attract the mice.
Liquid LSD within lollipops,
To make sure your head does indeed drop.
Diving needles in a single jelly bean
It's not like I'm really mean.
Gun powder sticking to a marshmallow
Maybe to cause the pain to be more mellow.
Lick the icing, taste the poison
Don't worry, I've got a good reason.
Caramel and crystal meth
No, I'm not done yet.
Because if for some reason, revenge is sweeter than candy,
For me, the acidic taste of fear must be even more scary...
Anthing to make your worst nightmares appear...
The White CityAna's feet were killing her. They were sore from walking and rubbed raw from the blades of grass that brushed ruthlessly against her bare legs, over and over again. She licked her lips, but they were still dry when she pulled her tongue away.The White City2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Peti glanced back, saw Ana lagging, and paused for her to catch up. "Here." he handed her the flagon of water.
Ana took a deep, thirsty swig. "I thought we had to ration the water."
"It doesn't matter now. We're almost there. Keep moving, no more lagging. The sooner we arrive the sooner you can really quench your thirst. And your hunger."
Ana took another long pull from the flagon, then handed it back. She couldn't believe they were finally close. She could barely even remember Bymont. When they'd first left, and for some time after, there had been food and water aplenty. But the closer they got, the more the rations dwindled, until Peti was limiting food and water to one meal a day. "It's always like this, in the end stretch," he told h
deergirldeergirl2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
long ago there lived a boy in the hazy mountains to the east who often did the fishing and logging for his father. in the wintertime, when the fish were hidden frozen under the layercake pondwater and the trees nearest the cabin were too tired and frail and quivery to be cut down for firewood, the boy would have to venture out quite far to find ponds that were still crackly and wood that would still burn.
the father, seeing his son struggle to mash up the first of the frostbitten roots in the old castiron dragonbelly pot, raised his head a bit from the worn imprinted couch where he lay most day and night. he saw how the little fish laying like forgotten words had barely enough bone to make a stock, let alone any flesh on them, as skinny as his own son.
he beckoned, steering the son near him with his whittled walking-stick. not a useful thing, that, but the son had made it and so out of rules for such things the gruff father kept it.
and what he said was true. the son was almost a man;
Body LanguageIf eyes could tell a story,Body Language2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It'd be a million words.
If tears could give out riddles,
Confusion would be turned.
If hands could speak with numbness,
We'd be forever numb.
But with all these stupid wishes,
They'd never have a grant.
If only they could listen,
Listen to my pitiful chants.
My heart could beat a rhythm,
Beats louder than a drum's.
My feet could be bleeding,
Because I'd always run.
If only life was easy,
I'd never feel this way.
So tell me,
Did you think I was okay?
i'm too young to be running out of dreamsthe brave kidsi'm too young to be running out of dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tore them in half
& the pretty
but it was a secret for us
that the other
was really blue &
there was a note
in salt water & drowning
for the benefit of the
so we came with a solution:
tear the wings &
bleed them out
Cigarettes | First Breathi.first breathCigarettes | First Breath1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mom said it's unhealthy,
And that I should never,
She said that I'd die,
Right after growing old like lightning and,
Then becoming ill with lots of cancers.
I was a blinded child,
Spoiled with honey-dipped lemon slices,
And cloudy-minded with pretty pink gumdrops.
I promised I would never,
In my older years,
Now that my mother is old and lonely,
I break a promise she broke herself,
To get rid of nasty thoughts.
Sometimes the whole box.
Taking it like a chain,
Labeled as the smoker,
Ready for a coffin nail and,
Tar coated eyes.
A puff in my brain rolls,
Dripping away in black,
Arteries swimming like dead fish,
In an ocean full of black gold.
That's the happy illusions.
That's the memories.
Each dancer dressed in white;
With blue delusions tinting,
Shows the sadness that falls,
After a long hard day in my nightmares.
Embers made of failing paper,
Fabricated and rolled neatly
Interview Your CharacterINTERVIEW YOUR CHARACTERInterview Your Character3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
(YOUNG ADULT VERSION)
Choose an original character you have created. All questions must be answered from the character's perspective. The character should remain "in character" throughout the interview. The character may refuse to answer a given question, but must say something in reply to it. The character must answer truthfully, but that does not necessarily mean that their answers must be true, only that the character believes them to be true. Have fun.
. VITAL STATISTICS
. ABILITIES AND TRAITS
. HISTORY AND INFLUENCES
. PERSONAL TASTES AND OPINIONS
. SELF IMAGE
. KEY SOCIAL INFLUENCE
. GOALS AND DREAMS
1: What is your full name?
2: Do you have a nickname, pseudonym, or alternate identity?
3: How tall are you?
4: How much do you weigh?
5: What kind of build do you have (are you thin, fat, gangly, muscular, etc.)?
6: Describe your hai
Happy EndingsThe two girls sat on a bridge, looking over the orange horizon. One pulled her sleeves down a little lower, and the other girl, being her best friend, knew exactly why.Happy Endings2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why do you do this to yourself?"
The girl looked away. She took a deep breath. "Girls like me don't deserve happy endings."
Pins and NeedlesWith another stepPins and Needles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's yet another
to be lodged
to be walking
as I venture
closer and farther
just a pile
of dead flies in
of my brain.
and tell-eth not
for with very
breaks the joy
one more needle
tears the thread.
Just a few more
and I'll be dead.
GrantaireGrantaire had always sat in the corner. It was almost tangible, how much he didn't belong here. He sat in the corner so he wouldn’t bother anyone- but of course, he did. He couldn’t help himself. But he sat in the corner because he wasn’t- couldn’t be- wouldn't be- really a part of their group. Grantaire has no fervent devotion to the cause, only to the man that leads it.Grantaire2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“From the table in the corner, they could see a world reborn.”
Grantaire did see a new world from his little table in the corner. Not a world of liberty and equality, as the others do, but a bright world, illuminated by the dreamer who leads the fray.
“And they rose with voices ringing.”
And in the end, Grantaire had risen. He had crossed the room to stand by the only thing he had ever truly believed in. His voice ringing, Grantaire had died a dreamer, a believer, as he had always wished to be in life, but never thought himself capable of being. And in the end, that was
Red Roseand you see my bestRed Rose1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
was never good enough
and all i wanted
was for you to finally see
that i just needed
and as i knock on your front door
because my heart
when your love
i’ve spent all my time
you never liked it here.
and thorns have been scratching
out of my chest
I tried to move on but I can’t
the awkward**words are always getting tangled up on my tonguethe awkward**2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
like somewhere on the way to my mouth from my lungs
riding on a highway, a skyway of oxygen
skatin’ over bones and their insides of collagen
at motorcycle speed, drive up the sides of my throat
only to come out o’ here on a completely wrong note
like, everything i try to say
comes out in the wrong way
like russian roulette ballet
i mess it all up~
i try to tell you how i feel on what’s almost a daily basis
but over here, my voice is breakin’ vases,
your faces, i can tell that i’ve said the wrong thing
in this game i’m too early or too late with my swing
i know i’ve gotta just fling the words out and stop holding back
but i’m on the wrong track, get these panic attacks
and it just makes me sad, having so much to say that’s not coming out
i think what would have changed if they hadn’t gone without me, if i’d just,
made some of my thoughts conjugated
all i did wa
FairytaleFairytale4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She smiles, but suffers.
Loves, but with a torn heart.
Laughs, but cries.
Pretends, but falls apart.
She trusts, but is deceived.
Strong, but weak.
Caring, but not towards herself.
Gentle,though not completely meek.
She sings, but screams.
Prays, but sins.
Believes, but scared.
Together, but broken within.
She's loved, but worthless.
Pure, but bled.
Beautiful, but ugly.
Alive, but dead.
Demons of Konohagakure - Ch. 8Namikaze CompoundDemons of Konohagakure - Ch. 83 years ago in Romance More Like This
While Naruto and Shizune were at the council meeting, Zabuza was sitting on the sofa enjoying the quiet or what he could manage of it. He could only smile as he saw Haku run around the house in a frantic manner. Zabuza sweatdropped.
"Umm Haku, what are you in a rush for?" He asked. Haku stopped her running running and looked at Zabuza.
"Oh Zabuza-sama, I have a date with Naruto-kun, I have to find a dress," Haku said as she ran back upstairs. Zabuza sat on the couch and laughed.
"I will never understand relationships," Zabuza said as he decided to train with his sword. While he trained outside, Haku was in her room sorting through her clothes. Because she was always on the run from shinobi, she never had the chance to try on dresses of any kind. Haku sorted through her clothes.
"No this won't do, this one either, oh how can I get a dress?" Haku thought to herself. As Haku thought of how to get a dress, she went over the feeling of going on a date with Naruto.
llamas with hats 2 scriptLlama: Carl! What on earth was all that?llamas with hats 2 script4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
CARL: I'm not sure what you're referring to.
Llama: You sunk an entire cruise ship, Carl!
CARL: Are you sure that was me? I, I would think I'd remember something like that.
Llama: Carl, I watched you fire a harpoon into the captain's face!
CARL: That sounds dangerous.
Llama: You were headbutting children off the ship!
CARL: That, uh... that must've been horrifying to watch!
Llama: Then you started making out with the ice sculptures!
CARL: Well, thank God that the children weren't on board to see it.
Llama: Uhh.. Carl why is the lifeboat all red and sticky?
CARL: Well I guess you could say it is red and sticky.
Llama: Caaarl, what are we standing in?
CARL: Would you believe it's strawberry milkshake?
Llama: No! I would not believe that!
CARL: Uhh, melted gumdrops?
CARL: Boat nectar?
CARL: Some of God's tears?
Llama: Tell me the truth Carl.
CARL: Fine. - It's the lovely elderly couple from 2B.
CARL: Well they w
ParadiseRunning down the street,Paradise1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Getting cold from the rain.
And he said to me,
That they'd just cause me pain.
No, I never believed him,
Oh, I was blind
No, I could never see it,
'It must be a lie'
Look at me now,
Look at me now,
Look at me now.
My body is blue from the pain,
"I'll sprinkle salt on them,"
I'm just a mess,
A tragic little girl
Stuck in a world,
Far madder than Wonderland
They call me Alice,
The Mad Hatter was my friend,
We fell in love,
And I never saw him again.
Tears in a bottle,
And I swam away to Hell
Oh it was awful,
Oh the Devil knew me well
So many lies I told,
To keep away from the truth I
Was so scared of
Just wanna go to
Living with a Demon "Duncan! Get down here!"Living with a Demon2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I race through the castle, dodging pillars and podiums that were scattered through the long corridors. Father knew exactly what he wanted and exactly when he wanted it, and no was not an option. The lab was in sight now, the door propped open, a slight shaft of light illuminating the way.
He's leaning on one of the counters, drumming his fingers on the polished marble surface. His blonde hair has fallen over his eyes, but I can tell he's scowling.
"You're late. And why aren't you in your lab clothes?"
I say nothing, knowing that arguing with him is not the best idea.
"Duncan, pet? Where are you now, dear?"
Mother comes into the lab, her delicate blue eyes glancing around the pristine room. She finally moves her gaze to myself, dressed in my waistcoat and formal trousers. A soft smile graces her lips.
"Come on dear. Its time for our walk."
"He's going no where today
Life Behind the Scenes 1(Mobscast, LXG + Luxcraft)I wish it had started with a shootout. But it didn’t. I wish it had started with a kiss. But it didn’t. I even wish it had started with a murder. But it didn’t. It started with a stare down that had been going on for hours already. Then a shootout…then a murder…then a kiss…Life Behind the Scenes 1(Mobscast, LXG + Luxcraft)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I’ll start from the top. The Crooked Caber. Probably the most neutral place in the entire city. We were all there: Honeydew Inc., Sips Co., RidgeAround, InTheLittleCorp., Teo Industries, LXG, Bread’s Farming Co., Elder Mages. All the gangs were there. Tensions were high. It wasn’t exactly often that everyone met up without hostilities occurring. But truces had been called and weapons all hidden from view. It was almost peaceful.
The subtle smell of cigar smoke drifted through the already stale air, adding a bit of a bite as it mingled with the stench of flat beer and festering sick. No one seemed to care though. They were all too busy discussing their daily go
I do not like you poetsI do not like you poetsI do not like you poets1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
breathing into my sorry head
like the air hasn't been wasted a half-a-million times
folding up my lungs
to place them neatly into a wastebasket
how can you make me stop hurting
& then just leave me
a limp lettuce leaf
on the backside of some dirty napkin verse
I am not the jealous type
but I'm going to call up Melpomene & ask her where she's been
send her drunk texts
because I'm too tired of filling up my skull
with cicada skins instead of led
while you make it all too easy
to sleep through a heartattack or two
my pygmalion, my god, my thing of legends
when you were being taught the siren's song
was I writing myself a migraine?