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Falling for YouI know not how nor when this came to be.Falling for You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All sense of time – recollection – is distorted.
Without warning, a black abyss creeps forth,
Encasing my fragile frame, mind, and spirit.
Forced yet yielding, cascading downward.
Lost to an eternal and uncontrollable free-fall.
I long for your presence to save me – to catch me.
A desire – a longing thus far unrequited.
The incessant seconds tick and torment.
Years, they seem, never fleeting or merciful.
Driving my soul – my mind – my heart to insanity,
As they beg for an outcome of any kind.
Yet, despite this nothingness I drown,
Where I eternally spiral to
AcheI shiver and ache, your love's like a drugAche2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You wait 'til I'm low and then give me a rush
You touch my skin and sink into my blood
I'd turn and run if only I could
I know it's not healthy I know that it's wrong
But I'm stuck on repeat caught on your twisted song
Then you touch me and calm me, my pupils dilate
The next morning I leave you I'm so filled with hate
I stay off for weeks, sometimes months at a time
Then you find me and force me to remember what's mine
You sink your teeth in and refuse to let go
Just kill me quickly why does it have to be slow
I know I'm addicted, I know you're my drug
And whatever this is, I know it's n
Love HaikusI.Love Haikus6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A spell, binding me
To eternal suffering, all for
One second of bliss
II.
Love always happens
When you're not looking for it
Never when you are
III.
Save yourself the pain
Try to live without love and
Keep out of the rain
IV.
If I ever write
About love being good, please
Shoot me in the head
V.
Love is a traitor
Eating me up like a big
Darn alligator
VI.
If you wanna know
How loving someone feels like
Try buying a cat
Warm fuzziesYou make me feel all warm insideWarm fuzzies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You always put a smile on my face
You're the first person I think of when I get up
You're the last person I think of when I fall asleep
You have given me hope when I had none
You have lifted my spirits in so many ways
I have happy dreams again
I want to live again
I love you
Thank you
Hard It IsHard It Is1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
It's hard
I haven't quite been my own self these days.I am constantly trying to put up with my daily nostalgic mood and I'm failing in the worst way possible at controlling my feelings.In my constant struggle to avoid revealing my problems to others,they become worse everytime I ignore them.Communicating has become harder than I could ever imagine,and I'm under the impression that nobody actually wants to talk to me.
Each day I can feel that my tendacy to stay strong is slowly becoming a burden.This handicap is affec
JobsJobs1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Why can't you be like others?"she asked me,trying hardly to sound somewhat patient.
"Why can't I be myself?"I asnwered her with another question.
Thoughts are to be dropped as lines.Feelings are to be jotted down.Still,no sooner had I finished talking than I realized that my question needed time.That wasn't the real question anyway.
If I'm neither like others,nor myself,who am I then?
Good EveningGood Evening7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Good evening to the cliff
The one that leers above
Challenging the leap
With rubbles that tumble down
With broken hearts that finally shatter
Good evening to the sky
The one that widens 'round
Surrounding with their spattered skies
With black blooded stains
With white flaring scorns of disdain
Good evening to the sea
The one that trembles below
Waving final sayings, tides of goodbyes
With swirls of treachery
With educing calls of end
Good evening to the world
The one that doesn't care if she drowns
Ignoring her sadness, her tears, her pain
With closed ears to cries
With hearts made of stone
Good evening
and Goodbye...
Hand of the Maker. Cortland's Letter.Hand of the Maker. Cortland's Letter.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Anders,
Back when the world changed, when I told you 'I know', it was because I did.
I knew that you didn't want to be alive anymore; that you wanted it to end. But it didn't end, did it? You're still here and it's partly my fault, and I'm glad. I'm glad to be hated for this.
You should know that there was a time in my life when I felt the same. I wanted it all to end. I had just watched my mother die in my arms because I had been too stupid and too slow to save her, you may remember the day. I was sat alone that evening considering my failure: Remembering my sister's broken body after I had guided us straight into the ogre that had taken
Over There / La-bas6 months ago in Free Verse
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(12/04/2013)Me encuentro, ¿dónde? Quizá en algún sitio, quizá en ninguno. Quizá de algún modo específico o quizá de muchos contradictorios.(12/04/2013)2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Porque el mundo se ha derrumbado, cada uno de esos rincones del mundo que tengo en la cabeza. Mi mundo interior, derruído. Los pedazos se precipitan hacia fuera.
Mis pensamientos eran claros, pero unos escombros caídos los han oscurecido. Sombras, aquí, allí, por todas partes. ¿Cómo han llegado? No se ve su fin.
¿De dónde ha surgido el detonante? No cabe lo oscuro donde todo era claro. Quizá la duda no fuera oscura, sino transparente. Sí, eso lo explica, estaba oculta.
Todo es lúgubre ahora por dentro. Sin embargo, e
The DanceThe Dance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young man spins the girl under his arm. Her navy blue dress gracefully floats an inch above her knees. The end of her ponytail swishes upward and tickles his bare chin, causing him to gently squeeze her delicate hands. Chills run down his spine as she giggles and then sighs and leans her head against his chest. He inhales her lilac perfume and hopes the scent will rub off onto his own clothes. She looks up, her lovely eyes gazing into his. He pulls a blue ribbon out of her ponytail and runs his fingers through her silky locks as they come tumbling down. Then he bends down, kisses her lips, as pink and as soft as rose petals, and into her
NT8- Special Report3 months ago in Short Stories
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Give me a ChanceGive me a Chance6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Give me a Chance
-----------------
Give me a chance to love and hope,
Please whisk my troubles away.
Give me a chance to be forgiven,
To stand at the edge of dawn and day.
Give me a chance to watch time pass by,
not letting my time slip through.
Give me a chance to fly through the wind,
Up to the Sky of Blue.
Give me a chance to reach the sparkling stars,
The heavens high above.
Give me a Chance to be myself,
And be myself to be loved...
Back to sleepBack to sleep7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder what it's like
to not to care about the future that much
Not to wake up in the middle of the night
as the thoughts of reality
pull you away from your dreams.
Not to think how this world actually works
every single day after another.
Not to care how all this universe, all these stars and planets
are working together.
I wonder what it's like
to sleep more than 6 hours
just because your thoughts are not letting you sleep
What does it feel like
not to actually care at all
about the life and how it's going to end
what happens afterwards and is there others somewhere out there?
How did we came here and where are we going?
Swaying In The BreezeSwaying In The Breeze8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
The sky was filled with grey wisps of dark clouds, the air crisp as it caressed her pale skin. She swayed in the breeze, her fingers cold as she watched the leaves beneath her feet, their colours golden and burnt red, touching brown and a light orange. They were broken by her steps and piled high over the muddy ground.
Her hair whipped around her face, catching on her parted lips that were a faint shade of pink. She did not reach up to remove the caught hairs, but left them to do as they pleased. Her hat was beginning to slip from her head although she did not adjust it back over her ears.
Dirt was smeared over her cream colour coat where s
Bleach Dark Dawn OC Profile, Hikari MikonBleach Dark Dawn OC Profile, Hikari Mikon7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Hikari Mikon
Alias:
Gender: Female
Age: 2348
Birthdate: She doesn't remember.
Birthplace: Japan
Currently residing: Soul Society
History: Hikari was born a daughter of Samurai who owned his own village. Given her nobility, she was somewhat spoiled as a child. She was trained from an early age to become a female Samurai, who were commonly used to defend the household in those days. Hikari took well to her training, and rather enjoyed wielding a blade. Her spirited fervor is what eventually cost the girl her life. When her father was called to aid in a conflict, she snuck into the armory and stole her mother's katana and a horse in
If OnlyIf Only7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hold my hand and don't let go
Silently move back my hair
So I can feel the warmth your eyes show
Embrace me with love I've never felt
Kiss my forehead, cheeks, and nose
Touch my heart and make it melt
Stand by me loyally at day
Hold me close at night
"I'm here" I want to hear you say
Fight off all of my worst fears
Help me when I need it
Brush off all of my constant tears
Listen to me without saying a word
Show me compassion I never knew
Make me feel understood and heard
If you do these few things for me
Even if it's just once...
For the rest of my life I'll be happy
For never in my life have I met someone like you
And neve
Enraptured By BlessingEnraptured By Blessing7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take to heart, and keep in mind,
Flashbacks, and the constant gaze,
As it was then I did not know,
The truth of the beat
of my once cold heart.
The thirst I beheld,
to behold the holding
of my attention,
the grasp
of an enraptured obsession.
Pure, so true, by definition,
Defying the rules laid down by conformity,
spitting back into its face
the requisites of ungratefulness
hindered by the lack of sight.
Yet I saw the blessings
Wrapped with bows
In a marathon to my eyes,
Unscathed by bumps in the road,
Unharmed by my jagged edges...
Take to heart, and keep in mind,
the constant gaze and visual marathon,
Set me free, this
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance7 months ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once a
.:Dwindling Hope:.She clings to this dream,.:Dwindling Hope:.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but as if it were water - it slowly slips from her grip.
Every drop fallen, a missed opportunity.
Every crack between her fingers, so out of her control.
Helpless to her own undoing, she struggles to hold on.
Wondering how real it all was from the beginning.
Has she truly fooled herself?
Is it even worth still carrying on?
Letting go would simply end it all,
The struggles, the helplessness and the hurt.
But hope is the only thing stopping her.
Like a beggar on the streets, she hopes for someone to help fill the cracks,
For someone to give her the chance to overflow with opportunities once again.
For someone to
All the SameAll the Same6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Do you wish to see the past, the present, or the future?”
Spain blinked in surprise at the sudden question. Tilting his head to the side, he looked dumbly at the sage woman in front of him.
A frown etched itself on the woman’s face at the man’s cluelessness. She circled around him slowly and scrutinized him, as though she was looking for a characteristic of weakness, a flaw.
She spoke impatiently when she came face to face with him again. “ There must be a reason you came to my tent. What do you wish to know about your life?”
Spain allowed a nervous chuckle to escape his lips as he rubbed his hands anx
Yet Another Fallen HostYet Another Fallen Host8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.
What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.
Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.
Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.
That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the
Sta.sh
