Breathless 2I have S t u m b l e d.Breathless 25 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
T r i p p e d.
F a l l e n. So far in love with you, I will never find my way back.
I C h e r i s h.
A d o r e.
A d m i r e. every detail about you. Every flaw and mistake will never make me think differently about you.
I C r a v e.
L o n g .
A c h e . for your touch. A simple caress from your fingers
Liar, LiarLiar, liar, pants on fire.Liar, Liar6 years ago in Other More Like This
Panic, panic, red-hot wire.
Hurry, hurry, to the blade--
Liar, liar, not born--made.
Bright Love.The wind in my hair and the rain p e l t i n g down as I Splash through puddles on my was to meet you.Bright Love.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The highlight of my day even the rainy ones- is seeing you get off the bus and holding me tightly in your arms.
Butterflies t u m b l i n g around in my tummy when you say I love you.
You always manage to make my life b r i g h t e r.
Whether I had a fight with a friend
Was screamed at by my parents. Again.
You are the light in my soul and the even brighter light in my heart.
What is death really?The lights in the hallway flicker violently. The scuttle of slippered feet echo in my ears. The screeching is unbearable. Loud even through the cement walls.What is death really?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Liar. Liar. Snitch, Snitch. Their crackly voices taunt me. Bony fingers trail over my neck causing me to cringe.
I need to get through tonight. I need the pills. The little orange ones that cause me the relief I need.
They calm so well. I hear the maniacal laugh as she slams her head against the wall. Harder then the last time.
Her name from my lips sounds foreign. I sob as I look down at her pretty face. Black hair splayed across her bloody face. Flesh unwinding from bone. The memory still so fresh in my mind.
I run my fingers through her hair. Once so silky, but now coarse and brittle. A smile fixed on her coral lips.
The mice gnawing on her pale toes and maggots spilling from her eye sockets.
Why poor darling you are looking rather pale, maybe I should call the doctor now.
I screech as the voices
Lonely love.Will he ever know how much I truly love him.Lonely love.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When he presses his lips against mine.
When his hand finds mine in the darkness and his fingers interlace with mine.
Thumb stroking my neck and his voice in the darkness.
I love you Chelsea. Tears in my eyes. I only loved one other person and I had ruined it. He was too far away any way.
Never would have worked out.
I love you too. My voice w h i s p e r s back to him. Words c a t c h i n g in the wind.
Always and Forever.
Sea LullabySea LullabySea Lullaby5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With colour like blood,
A treacherous smiler
With teeth white as milk,
A savage beguiler
In sheathings of silk,
The sea creeps to pillage,
She leaps on her prey;
A child of the village
Was murdered today.
She came up to meet him
In a smooth golden cloak,
She choked him and beat him
To death, for a joke.
Her bright locks were tangled,
She shouted for joy,
With one hand she strangled
A strong little boy.
Now in silence she lingers
Beside him all night
To wash her long fingers
In silvery light.
Play with me. I flick on the light and hear Sheas laugh. I turn around and smile back at her. Her eyes are filled with light and there's a smile on her pretty face. A real smile. The hallway we were in seemed so long and very empty, but we are happy for once and that's all that matters. There's a door at the end of the hallway and its wooden. I squint at the words on the door and feel Sheas body press against mine. I knew she was scared, but she was too strong to show it. ¸Play with me.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pushed it open and felt something sticky under my feet. It felt like melted ice-cream or juice or some sort of liquid. Then the sickly sweet smell of blood filled the air and I almost gagged. I see an outline of a person and I stumble towards them. I ask if there's a light anywhere, but there's no response. My heart beat started increasing and I knew something was wrong. Suddenly light filled the air and I spun too Shea had found a light switch. Her eyes are wide and then she's screaming. I spin bac
Why God Created Adam and Eve..(Not Adam and Steve.)</i>Why God Created Adam and Eve..8 years ago in Humor More Like This
The door of the captains quarters suddenly burst open and soft, scuttling footsteps quickly followed. The pirate sighed, rolling his eyes. Here we go again he thought.
Dad! The soft, round face of a little boy, maybe about six years of age, poinked up beside him. The boy had sparkling blue eyes; one that was covered up with an eye patch to emulate his fathers. He also had a scar-like birthmark lining his cheek that held startling resemblance to his fathers scar, long bleach-blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, and pointy elf-like ears that had several piercings through them.
What is it, Xilord ? Xigbar sighed, folding his hands behind his head. The cigarette in his mouth danced with every word. Make it quick you know how I am during down-time
Can we go play catch up on the poop-deck? Pretty please?!
Xigbar let out an extremely mature
BrightheartBrightheart5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My name is Brightheart, of ThunderClan.
I know you flinch when you see my face.
You don't know what happened.
You think my face is scary.
At least I found somebody to love me,
who doesn't care about what I look like.
I couldn't hide the scars if I tried.
But I accepted what happened.
I don't like it but I live with it.
My brother was killed in the dog atttack
an I got this left.
What we did was stupid but we did it so we could
be warriors, too.
I found a mate, who doesn't care what I look,
like, it's the size of the heart that matters.
Newcomers flinch when they see me,
kits squeak and run to their mothers.
It hurts but I'm strong enough to take it.
So don't be scared when you see my face,
you'll get used to it.
The mindset of - Chaos"The being... it can take any shape. Any form. Any appearance. Percieved visually as hostile or friendly.The mindset of - Chaos4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It does not matter.
The being is merely a puppet. A giant puppet of meat and bone, useless flesh... It's controller is the one to take into consideration. Great consideration. The controller uses the being to do it's bidding, it's every whim and fancy, whether it be devilish or helpful... whether it be murderous, traitorous... or truthful and loyal.
That controller would be the MIND. The will... The soul.
I believe... that I will use my being for what it was created to do. To protect the innocent from harm of any shape or form... until it is used to paint the ground red."
AloneEverybody hates me.Alone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate myself.
I'm too different.
I don't want to change,
but I don't want to be alone...
I'm too small in this world,
I can't accomplish anything.
My world is full of lies,
I want to cry everything away,
I want to hide from the world,
I'm losing control.
No one's helping me,
they wanted this from the beginning.
They wanted me to die...
I don't want to listen,
they don't know me,
they'll never understand,
I stand here on my own.
My legs are weak.
I can't hold up much longer...
I want to show my strengths,
stand up against the world,
protect the ones I love,
but I'm too weak...
Tears of the PastRain falls down on the treesTears of the Past5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Branches heavy with tears of the past
And the wind speaks to me
At my window
Controlling me - Isolation
Hopelessness - Losing Interest
Meditate on just one thing
Innocence...In a sense
I am guilty - I surrender
You can't escape from this
If you don't stop
Running away from
Blue-gray streaks are coming down
Perfect skies shine in the distance
Barriers that blur my sight
Keep me in this dark existence
You can't escape from this
If you don't stop
Running away from
Life can be bliss
If you let it be.
Take me away from this,
And teach me serenity.
Surrender and be free,
Free, let me be free! Let me go!
Drawing the shades -
We both know you can't let me go
Where am I?
Is this real?
All that I am
All things material
All are whole,
Perfect, and beautiful
As this wave of clarity sweeps over me
We all have the power to choose,
The power to be!
Hospital of death.The steady beep of the machines startle me. My body aches and I try to open my eyes. They won't open and I try to move my hands, but they won't cooperate either. Panic starts to bubble up inside me and I try and remember what happened last.Hospital of death.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Think you idiot I think viciously to myself. I come up blank and footsteps startle me. Warm hands stroke my cheek and soft lips press against mine.
Afternoon my lovely girl My heart soars. I remember something so I know I must not have amnesia. Jared. I try and open my eyes again. Needing to see you. Even a glimpse. I am to weak for this.
I hear another shuffling of footsteps and a soft tired voice breaks the silence.
Hows my favorite muppet? Shea. She hasn't slept in days and I don't need to see her face to know its true. I can hear it in her voice.
Nothings changed. The doctor says she hit her head really hard. There isn't any brain activity. Jared's voice is thick as if he is about to burst into tears at any moment.
Chaos 14110 - Defining BackstoryChaos 14110 - Defining Backstory4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Xerrol is a planet devistated by biological and environmental extremes (Giant beasts, smaller hazardous creatures, deadly weather, and almost uninhabitable places with sheer cliffs, vast deserts, etc.). The civilians there hardly stand a chance surviving for another hundred years or so. Through evolution of the planet, the civilians have become nothing more than fodder for the other organisms that live there. Kao is one of them, and he has incredible intelligence, and practices it. He has hope, which is rare for his kind to have. He wishes to save his kind, and his planet headed for destruction, so for years, he studies on ways to do so.
About 5 or so years pass. Kao has isolated himself to an old abandoned shelter, hidden in a desolate desert very far away from civilization. It is convenient enough for him to proceed with his work and research. He works with painstaking care and dedication.
Months are put into his final researches and creation, Chaos (Kao calls her 14110) comes into e
I Can Make You CryI Can Make You Cry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart sank at the sound of the first shot,
Falling deep into black of this abysmal state of mind.
My thoughts rushed in a panic,
Knowing only anarchy the beat of my heart.
I collapsed in a stairwell,
falling upon jagged right angles.
Weeping out of my pointless efforts,
Broken down along the road to saving her.
Shouts came like the voices of ghosts from the 13th floor,
Echoing through a haunting resonation.
Silence became a blanket over my shoulders,
The ghosts and my weeping became mute.
I was to be alone there on,
With her as but a memory,
A dream to bring me smiles,
A nightmare to make me reminisce.
I feared for the future of our child,
Wondering of the consequences,
Feeling little but a bitter hope,
And a cold air over me.
My limbs grew close to lifelessness,
And my shock kept me all but enticed.
My heart, struggling in its climb back to my chest,
Plummeted a final time, at the second shot.
“I can make you hurt,” said Fate,
“I can make you cry.”
I ran, cl
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
When I'm alone Part 2: EnglandxReaderWhen I'm alone Part 2: EnglandxReader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, Francis's simplistic plan would've been the absolute perfect plan if I could have gotten the guts to actually go through with it. Yes, it would've been absolutely spectacular to just waltz right up to her, one of my own patients, and just ask her out on a date but that just wasn't going to be happening. Blame it on my need of this job, or my gentlemanly ways but really, I was just a coward.
So with the sudden realization of my feelings it made every visit from her even harder than it already had to be. Every time she would come in with a new break, burn or tear and I would have to try to hold my tongue, just wishing she would know someone cared for her. That's why she never did pay her body's health any attention. She believed no one was looking.
Time after time we repeated our routine, and it broke my heart. When would she give this up? Why was she so stubborn? When would enough be enough? Her head was just too damn thick. It killed me to watch her slowly kill herself
Suicide or Tea?Should I kill myself or have a cup of tea?Suicide or Tea?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I decide on the latter and I'm not sure why. Probably because I can. Life is a never-ending scroll of be-goods, be-happies, be-in-controls, be-okays, be-strongs and be-appreciatives. So what's another day?
Just another day closer to death.
Still, life seems incredibly long, don't you think? So long, it's hard to see the end and nearly impossible to touch even with a knife in my hand that could easily skewer my heart, make it squirm and still like a dying nightingale sealing its death with a pathetic squeal of almost-song.
Life is pain and people in pain are a pain in the ass. Perhaps occasionally or perhaps frequently, they think "Why not just kill myself? Life is hell, anyway. No hell after life could be worse than this."
But they're wrong. The worst is never the worst because things can always get worse and maybe that's why I decided to stick with the chamomile tea. That or I feel tea-sipping is reason to live.
Strength of GlassShe thought it strange that the other was staring at her. It wasn't as if she'd ever moved from the spot she'd been occupying. Vaguely, she registered the clouds wafting past her frail fingers and the grass completely covered with bright-white snow, as she felt a slight chill.Strength of Glass2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She realised there was a wave about to crash into her lungs, a premonition of sorts, she supposed. But the jungles inside her nervous system hadn't been oblivious to the winter approaching.
As she sat contemplating the natural disasters about to take place within herself, she failed to remember the presence of the other, along with the way their eyes had witnessed what had just happened inside her abdomen.
The other finally asked with a breathy voice.
"You're made of glass?"
Peasant!ArthurxPrincess!Reader- Diffrent SidesPeasant!ArthurxPrincess!Reader- Diffrent Sides3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Diffrent Sides of the Castle
Chapter Two- Planning and Unwanted Wedding
Warning - Slight Language and Some Sensitive Material
Toris had woke you up from a pleasant sleep the next morning. He knocked on your door.
"L-lady _________. " he called. You groaned, sitting up. "The King and Queen wish to see you." You got off your bed and headed out of the room. Toris brought you into the parlor, where your parents waited, along with Francis and his parents, with men and women you've enver seen before. You curtsied.
"Hello." You said. Francis came up to you and took your hand, kissing it.
"Bonjiour, mon cherie." He said. "Ready to begin the preparations for the wedding?" he asked. You sighed, nodding. You hoped this would be over soon, your story in your room was getting good.
"Toris, go prepare tea." Your mothre said to Toris. He nodded, going into the kitchen. You looked at your mother, wh
CarmalCarmal3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The day was humid, the sun was still high
While I waited for the gray mini van
Hundreds of colorful cars sped right on by
Finally they came; one red and one with tan
Both were hyper and fuzzy, a boy and a girl
With light brown eyes and noses of dark pink
The red stayed, while up his sister did curl
On a blanket alone; both small as mink
My puppy was brave and showed not his fear
For he whimpered only once before he slept
Agile was he, like all kinds of brother deer;
Only loving and he was never unkempt
Guarding me from things that were proved harmful,
Always there, my dear beloved dog Carmal
minister'good morning,' the reverend bellowsminister3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'what a lovely collection of idols
we have gathered today'
they're a spectacle of a scatter plot on the pews
the bronzed hypocrisy of saved men sitting still,
saints on the neutral ground of benches
is an inconsistency i'll struggle
to reconcile with the jacob's ladders of rough-hewn grace
swooping in on souls or spirits
which have proven to be untouchable
not for sale in even the blackest of markets
speak, preacher. preach. i've always listened piously
and i'm not yet thinking of sunday dinner:
will the chicken be hot will the apple crisp burn
i mimic transcendence of the physical
i, being the gatherer, have bypassed the stone age
for lyres and flutes and lips; our white robes-
i suppose they suit me.
i imagine my forehead set in the grave constitution
of a saint who worries not about the anticlimactic
pressure of dry, even lips
contrasting my graphic fire-fantasies,
devil's work unfit for a faithful child
preacher, name your text.
i'm not a salem