Still hurting me.You touch me and I'm still cold.Still hurting me.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the nature of things to forget,
Last I remember you're a silhouette.
We're racing against the echoes.
Shaded in hues of red and green,
Deep between the covers and unseen.
I never considered it falling apart.
You can't love something you never knew,
And if you say you did I know it's untrue.
We're nothing but a shadow of regret.
Now I've become stagnate in your mind.
I'm trapped in this cage and can't unwind.
Your words do slither ever closer.
It's a shame I can't just get you out,
You've filled my mind with crawling doubt.
I'm sorry for it all, sorry for everything.
I'm Claustrophobic and the walls are caving in,
The line between life and death is pretty thin.
We.. we were nothing, and we still are.
It's all over us.In the end it's nothing, just another flaw to judge you by when you die. It's like the devil is taking tallies of the things you felt and did and is plotting them against you in your final resting hour.It's all over us.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some enjoy living in the shadows.. under that ever pouring gray sky. Deeper and deeper into the chaos and darkness.. until we get so caught up in hurting, that all that's left of us is cold flesh and empty eyes.
Friend. I've see this look before, so clearly in the mirror. I can't say I didn't enjoy the pain. But oh those moments when gray was my favorite color.. I couldn't help but to add some red for dramatics.
Maybe it's the artist in me, couldn't stop the perfect angle, couldn't stop the madness inside from boiling over. Still plotting against the raging twisted emotions inside.
Say friend, is this the final hour? When I can't stop to see you trying to smile.. when I can't stop to try and smile back? What time is this that disillusions and mist implore and raging winds cast us ashore
TemptressBeauty, fair and pale.. Goddess of the nightTemptress5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
With wings of charcoal and darkness and fright
Sweet lips of crimson, and eclipse soul
Bound in chains, empty and without whole
Wicked temptress, who battens upon chaste
Destruction is beheld, lain to you're waste
Lustrous tears, fallen from formless being
Abject of light and helpless of seeing
Distorted and twisted, folded soft petals
Allying to that of harsh stinging nettles
Poking and prodding, alluring in sight
Inviting, invoking, and all in delight
Sweet Goddess of my darkest delusion
Mirrored in time a flawless illusion
Growing deep and warm and never consoling
Rising the tide, and continually rolling
Craving and quivering at your very mention
The feeling in my chest, the rising of tension
Pierce now my heart, absolved of my torment
Free of your feel, and at last circumvent
Soul to the heavens and body in ground
Freed of your voice, of every perilless sound
Like a SerpentSo empty my soul echoes in swellsLike a Serpent5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly coiling in intricate schemes
So alone I'm trapped in prison cells
Slipping deeper into maddened dreams
Swaying in chaotic splendors spawn
Spewing forth sickening designs
Salivating and slithering upon
Slippery slopes and thinning lines
Sweetening serpents tongues
Surely not as abstruse as thought
Saturated as smoke filled lungs
Shrouded in tasteless ends begot
Suffering from lies of sentiment
Sewn together then torn apart
Sure to be my mortal determent
Shattering my still and slowing heart
ThresholdIt's red raindrops in the snowThreshold4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Still and morbid darkness grow
Behold the mourning gone away
In the shadows come what may
Darken soul and darken heart
Lips of crimson fall apart
In chains of steel forever bound
Beneath the cool and hollow ground
Cross the threshold, cross the sand
Spawn of madness, stronger hand
'Till every day that I behold
Glow and shimmer all in gold
The Worst Of MeThe motionless shadow criesThe Worst Of Me5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In those monstrous eyes
Leaping fate and lost
Never been quite so cross
You try to change the world
And then you're surprised because you can't
I never had the faith you had
My worlds always been so cold and sad
Smile as if you had no clue
And watch as my eyes turn to blue
Walked alone in paradise
And lingered in the undergrowth
Hope is for the hopeful
Tears are for the rest of us
You're only as empty as space
And only as gone as time
I'm horrified by humanity
The thing I fear the most
But I can't stop evolution
No, I can't stop evolution
I never had the faith you had
My worlds always been so cold and sad
Smile as if you had no clue
And watch as my eyes turn to blue
My eyes are your eyes
But we see everything so differently
Funny how our lips move
But our hearts are beating in discord
So sorry you had to leave
So sorry you had to care
The worst part of me has always been you
But we're one in the same
Yes we're one in the same
I never had the faith you had
Mystic TearsTime is abhorrent to realityMystic Tears4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mixed up in some chaotic fatality
Far to brazen to satisfy
Caught in thoughts they mystify
Loss of youth striken pages
Smote by twilight mages
Worldly bound in chains and ties
Hearing the small children's cries
Now hopeless they wander
Their lives left to the gods to ponder
Fate smiles in a twisted way
Long forgotten by this day
Building The EvilsPain seeps though the facade of a smileBuilding The Evils4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring in the eyes of whispering voices
Tears of the forgotten evaporated in lies
The truth in reason does but cry
Merry are the makers of riches
Spoiled to rotten core and plastic flesh
Call out you invisible peoples
You with the cold faces and hollow eyes
The heart is but a pump for blood
And your brains are salted heavily
Smog rolls in and we crawl at ground level
The towers of the rich reach higher
And we falter on this desolate shore
Knowing that heroes exist no more
Beseeching ReposeOh! Chaotic splendor, stop toying with my mindBeseeching Repose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sleep will not come, and I cannot unwind
I'm restless and diaphanous in this realm
Caught between space and time, overwhelm
Now clutched by the hands of daylight walking
On this Earth by nights eyes been stalking
Sunrise and sunset, sunrise and sunset
Visions of ghosts and lucid beings beget
I'm far from lively and further from rest
It's sleep I chase, I've now confessed
Cast and burning I'm desperately astray
Suspend my consciousness in dreams fly away
I beseech you Nyx, enchant me with your charm
Into the night I'll go, effortlessly and without harm
BeckoningTwilight of the darkened midnight skyBeckoning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Illusions of fate and time pass me by
Waves splash playfully against the shore
Beckoning me, from within they implore
Creatures of the night creep forward
To the East, and moving briskly onward
Jostling me into the cooing waters swell
Bewitched by the night, and now impel
My legs are shaking wildly, cold and numb
Into the ocean, a part of it I'll become
Deeper and deeper, and now I am one
Tragic they say, but can't be undone
Forward unto Dawn Part VIForward unto Dawn Part VI2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Kelly sat on her cot, cleaning her rifle carefully. The last mission hadn't gone all that well and she was trying to keep her mind off of exactly how badly it had gone. The Covenant had killed almost everyone on the planet, only three people having survived. Still, it could have been worse. John had gone off to retrieve the survivors while she had secured their escape. They almost lost all the survivors, and Kelly had almost lost John. It was never safe for a Spartan to take on a hunter on his own, and John had done it to try to save the survivors.
John moved into the barracks, moving to his cot beside hers. They always sat so that they could face each other. It wasn't that they really did it on purpose, just that it was habit. Kelly watched him as he checked over the repaired plate of his armor. She opened a private channel with him so they could speak openly. "Going to tell me what's got you upset?" She'd known it as soon as he'd refused to leave the survivors. Three people weren't w
I Am A Lady Most Dunmer new to Skyrim’s harsh conditions have a hard time acclimatizing. Thankfully, Whiterun is a somewhat genial milieu, conveniently placed in the middle of the province.I Am A Lady3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Blessed are those who find solace in deep, regenerating sleep. Lycanthropy however negates any hope for a long, pleasant rest. Dreams are less peaceful, seldom memorable after awaking. In the morning one is sore and frustrated instead of fresh and relaxed, as being a werewolf is a state of constant alertness and anxiety.
It was the second day in a row that Caye couldn’t sleep, but not because of her new surroundings. She was born north from Morrowind, snow and cold winds were nothing new to her. It was the newly acquired beast blood that kept her from pleasant dreams. She didn’t feel comfortable with her new powers. Her muscles were tense, though she tried to operate with precision, her moves
the bridethe bride3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
body of mountain, cream and concrete
peeling paint - you are rosacea
defined, crackle skin I run my fingers under
and crush between my teeth. taste of
salt and soil, of burdening years
that rub water in your joints. precious
blessed bridge beauty, breathing heat
and sweating rain, you darling
that shakes, and shakes, and remains.
when I am ash and shadow, wax
for the candlemaker, you'll stand still
silent, soft strain-taker, train-carer,
and hold my love poems
in your cold stones.
Human Experiences 5Human Experiences 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
Touko practically floated back to the tent, riding a wave of new found euphoria. The forest passed in a green blur, her mind too full of fanciful thoughts to focus on what was happening around her. As N towed her along back to the clearing, she played their kiss over and over in her head.
It wasn't the first time she had ever kissed anyone, but in a way she felt it was. This kiss, though innocent and sweet, was filled with passion in a way that none that had come before it had ever been. She sighed dreamily as she focused on how tightly he had his fingers currently twined in hers. She felt like a lovesick school girl and, though she despised feeling so childish, she luxuriated in the new feelings of desire that now pulsated through her body and mind.
They arrived back in their campsite just before the sun had completely set. Touko dropped her bag on the ground and sat on a log next to the entrance of the tent. She shivered violently as the wind whipped
The Oracle Sword, Chapter 3The Oracle Sword, Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the second time that day, the grinning oni emerged from the dark side of the brick tenement building into the silvery blue light of the gibbous moon. Nights with a full moon had been anathema to the ninja for hundreds of years before she was born, but for all of Miyuki's lifetime the electric glow of the city's lights outshone the moon, turning some streets into daylight, and throwing the rest into a golden penumbra. Miyuki glanced up at the moon, hovering over the Bank of America building, and then stole silently across the rooftops, moving from shadow to shadow behind the mysterious metal boxes, cylinders, vents and chimneys that studded the roofs of commercial property everywhere.
She was approaching from the opposite side of the alley tonight; the curved Chinese roof stood out black against the sky in front of her. There were no flood lights in the alley, which meant the medical examiners were done, but a furtiv
Infinite Sky - Namine + RoxasInfinite Sky - Namine + Roxas8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A slow breeze passes by, caressing matching fair untanned faces, azure eyes with such vivacity as the clear infinite sky above their heads. The curiosity flowing with the white sparse clouds, innocence drifting little by little.
The girl look back at her companion, a boy just her age. So distant, so determinated. So different from her. It's the gold and the blue and the feeling of emptiness all mixed together. He's the completeness and the hollow walking along.
Even if they're together, she knows the boy is never complete, just like her. They seek their hearts, their souls, their truly beings, the meaning of their existances. She can't help but to feel that she'll lose herself when she finds herself. Deep inside she wonders what really will change.
Is that necessary? Will this sorrow go away? So many questions by so many silent whispers within her sanity. Not only hers but his too.
But he's stronger. He's tought and he's frail. He's willing to follow his instinct, even if
TWEWY: Shiki's WishTWEWY: Shiki's Wish6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The classroom was noisy and crowded.
Boys and girls in their Gakurans and Sailor-Fukus were talking, gossipping, discussing the latest trends, the hottest girls and boys, the greatest J-Pop bands
Just one wasnt part of a conversation.
Instead, her desk was filled with all kinds of sewing-material Needles and black cloth, stuffing
She was just a young girl, 13 years old, short black hair, brown eyes. Nothing remarkable, most Japanese girls had black hair and brown eyes. She was also slim; but not that slim, that she could have won a modelling-contest
Concentrated, she sat in the middle of this noisy-classroom
Stitch after stitch her work to shape .
//Wheew never would have thought, that sewing is so tiring But I want to do this! I want to finish this! I //
She stopped sewing for a moment and whispered:
Even I must have some talent Please, let it bet his I sooo want to do
ChildChild, child, little child,Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
insulted forever, and forever wild.
Today you'll break, and tomorrow you'll fall,
and my name you'll call and call.
You'll ask for me now, now and again,
sometimes in voice and others with pen.
You're not much better, you never were,
yet you talked with a condescending purr.
Life would bite you with merciless venom,
ripping through your heart of denim.
Spewing hatred to and fro,
you make yourself a pitiful foe.
Child, child, wasted child,
insulting forever and forever wild.
AgaclarAgaclar4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bugün parkta yürüyordum
gerisi laf-ü güzaftı
parklar vardı şehirlerin zengin muhitlerinde
Gerisi Laf-ü Güzaftı...
bugün ben zengin muhitinde çalışıyordum
şehirlerde en çok ağaç orada vardı
parkta hislenerek yürüdüm
uluyordu kainat topraktan başlayarak
hisleniyordum gözpınarlarımdan başlayarak
ağaçlar uluyordu yapraklarımdan başlayarak
durdum. bir banka oturdum
bugün ağaçlara seni düşündüm...
The Cardboard MenThe Cardboard Men5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There is a cardboard world,
in which cardboard men, live their cardboard lives;
In their neat cardboard homes, with their pretty cardboard wives.
They work all day, in their cardboard cells,
chasing cardboard money, to buy cardboard things;
to buy fancy cardboard cars, and expensive cardboard rings.
They frolic in the evenings, in their cardboard clubs,
With their cardboard friends, getting cardboard highs;
Hunting sweaty cardboard salvations, between smooth cardboard thighs.
They lie at night, in their cardboard beds,
With cardboard victims, shedding cardboard tears;
For evil cardboard villains, with their sad cardboard leers.
They shrivel and sag in their cardboard rain,
Under the cardboard guilt, of their cardboard lies;
Of vile cardboard betrayals, of feeble cardboard goodbyes.
They stiffen and bloat in their cardboard sun,
With their cardboard pride, in their cardboard wins;
In their Judas cardboard friends, with their pious cardboard grins.
They all freeze in their cardboard cold
ApparitionLittle girl,Apparition2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have out-grown
Yourself, and these
Childish notions of
Monsters in the closet.
She holds her breath
Until the sun rises,
Because no one taught her
How to sleep
With her eyes closed.
There is this
Delusion about you;
A belief that if
You stay awake,
There will be no darkness.
It is damaging you.
Cold and silent,
With her darkened fantasies,
And remembers a time
When she was not-so-
Into unrecognizable shards.
You have found your only
From all the lifetimes
Too fearful to live.
Too lost in your waking dreams
To see new realities.
It will all
Be over soon.
What is My Chemical Romance?What is My Chemical Romance?3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
What is My Chemical Romance?
For most, it's a once intolerable life, now saved by a single song lyric. It's being that kid sitting alone at lunch with a new-found pride in the Black Parade lyrics sprawled across their chest.
For many, My Chemical Romance truly is the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned. Never before has a group of fans been able to truly, and honestly admit that a band is the reason they are still here today. It's pretty much impossible to explain that surreal connection you feel to every word Gerard belts out on the new CD you've had on repeat for the last 8 hours.
Loving MCR isn't an obsession. It's not a fad. It's the feeling of knowing that, as long as there are other Killjoys walking the earth, you will never have to feel alone again. I'm proud to be apart of some of the toughest, most faithful family in the world. I know I'm not alone in saying that my only goal in life is to be able to walk up to Gee, Mikey, Ray, Bob and even Frank, an
Anyone Less Than A Saint"Listen, James," Alice said, looking up at him from the bed on which she sat, wearing the pajamas she'd worn the night before. "I got something I have to say to you. Something really important. So I need you to keep quiet and hear me out. Can you do that?"Anyone Less Than A Saint2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sure, I guess." A smirk tugged at James' lips. "I mean, I never get a word in edgewise anyway, so…"
Alice winced. "I'm sorry about that, Jamie. I'll try to be better, I promise. But for right now I need you to listen, 'cause I'm gonna tell you stuff—stuff I don't particularly want you to hear, but you need to hear it. So, uh, here goes." She cleared her throat, obviously nervous. "I'm a pathological liar."
James snorted. "No you're not. You're the most honest girl I know."
"That's what you think," Alice said matter-of-factly. "But the truth is, almost everything I've ever told you was a lie. You don't know me, James. I'm sorry you thought you did. I'm sorry I let you believe you did."
James paused in wonder. "Wha