ColorblindIn the soft lightColorblind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see your face
In the colorless dullness
Of the stark white night
I can see the shadowed contours
Of your beautiful face
The dark pool of mud
That fills the center
Of your perfect eyes
Your softly tinted lips
That smile back at me
I was colorblind
But you pulled me out of the end
And back to the beginning
Where you held me close
And told me not to be
Afraid of the world
You took my face in your hands
And told me I was everything
You could've asked for
The world is colorless
An empty palette of people
But when I saw you
You wonderful mess of color
I had to ask myself
If this was real
Or if this was really
The ecstasy my heart was waiting for
I am ready
Ready to hold your hand in mine
Ready for the world to see us
I am ready
To come out of the shadows
To show the world the true colors
Of a love frowned upon.
LostThere was no one anywhere,Lost3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
not down the endless aisle
or down the hall
With wind flying through my dirt brown hair,
and tears forming and slowly spilling,
there was the furniture that seemed to be drifting,
whispers from a far ringing in my ears,
and the books that pieced me together;
with my fears of being lost and tears still spilling,
Trapped was how I felt
alone and isolated,
with no one else there.
the river of tearsthe night when you take the road 47the river of tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you see a dark fortress
lost in the forest
at bottom of this place
flows a river of tears
of a sad woman
married to a bad man
who has married this women
for enjoy his fortune
Adelia regret her choice
each time the sun lies down
each time the moon rises
in the evening
she comes out of the castle
for go in the garden
alone, she looks her face
in the river
she cries, she cries
his sadness, his remorse,his disappointment
to live in this castle
or happiness does not exist
or the love is an illusion
Identity problem.I'm a girl, an average girl.Identity problem.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I look at other girls, analyze their potential, whether they are cute or not and I sometimes wonder if their boobs are natural or man-made. But that's what girls do, right? We criticize each other.
I'm just another girl.
I sometimes have problems with my body and how I look, problems with my reflection in the mirror. So I seek baggy clothes, to hide myself. Yet in this culture only guys are allowed to use baggy clothes, so I have to buy in the man's section, because their clothes are cuter and softer and I feel more comfortable in them. But that's something I can't help, right?
I'm what am I?
AppassionataClaire does not find him at his funeral.Appassionata3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Dean's body lies in an open casket, face-up with soft wrinkles and loose muscles. There is nothing of her husband in this corpse. He was rough and jagged. It seems wrong to see his edges smoothed down.
She hovers over his body and feigns sorrow. She hears family and friends weep and whisper comfort into each others' ears behind her. They offer their words and shoulders to her and she nods politely and pretends to cry.
All the while, she traces the ring on her finger and does not flinch when the diamond cuts into skin.
Claire looks for her husband. It is exhausting, but she has time.
In the rooms of their house, she does not find him. Instead she finds the ghost of him, his scent lingering in the cracks and crevices of the floorboards. Two weeks after the death of his body, her husband still has not returned.
His disappearance cuts into her now, making her grief raw and causing a tightness in her chest. There is a pressure on her lungs, as if her
nightlife.the heat rises and setsnightlife.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under the black elm silhouettes
it is you
and it is me
and we are painting ourselves
against the sky.
the days rain melts
itself from greyed rooftops
and drips like the songs
of summer and ice.
night is only so dark with
writhing demons in its
cyclic rise and fall
when the stars are afraid to
open their eyes, to
look down at the sadness
the world has become;
it is hot like infection as
the poems stutter against
sad and empty bones,
sad and empty homes,
the nests of mother robins
barren too early in
i promise you,
under the bowing bodies
of the elms,
in the way that i feel
small in your arms,
that i will be a perfect human.
you tell me with a
flutter of lips on my humid skin,
'there are too many ways
for a human to die.'
This Is Short PoetryFor short attention spans.This Is Short Poetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Shall Fade AwayI shall fade awayI Shall Fade Away3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a dream upon waking
I shall fade away
Like the taste of a lovers last kiss
I shall fade away
Like a whisper in the wind
I shall fade away
Like a memory slowly forgotten
I shall fade away
Til all that remain are my words.
Akatsuki: Love is...We interviewed all Akatsuki members to know what they think about love and its meaning. Here are the answers we got:Akatsuki: Love is...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~Iwa Deidara, 20~
Love... Love is a BANG, un!
~Uchiha Itachi, 22~
Love is a feeling that cannot be described in simple words. Hn.
~Hoshigake Kisame, 31~
How can I explain...? Love is love, thats all there is to say.
~Akasuna no Sasori, 25~
Love... hah, Im not that good with feelings, but I can say that love is what saved me from becoming a full puppet.
~Nagato Pein, 19~
Love can be painful sometimes, but it can also be the best feeling in the world... but when it ends, it brings more pain... so love is painful, I guess.
~Ame Konan, 19~
Love... love is what I feel when my Pein-chan is around... and Yaoi is love too...
Love is a strange thing... I know. Im not talking to you. Whatever.
Love is when someone feels good with another and warm too, and safe, and... loved! And then we get chocolate, kisses... Tobi lov
Never Wanting To Be AloneNever Wanting To Be Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits there, alone, every night.
Why can't he be the one, the shining-armored knight?
Why can't she be the girl he falls for?
Why can she be the one that he adore?
This is no way for her to live her life,
For she wants to be someones wife,
But she does not know how to keep a man
And nothing ever goes according to plan.
All she will ever know
Are the nights she wished he could just be "here now"
But he could never be there, just talked on the phone
And she just never wants to be alone.
Anti-StereotypeI'm not that type so don't expect me to be.Anti-Stereotype2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't flirt and tease and laugh because I like you.
(If I did like you, I'd let you know.)
Its only purpose is to keep you from noticing that I'm dissecting your brain,
And when I know what I need to know,
Then we'll talk.
I'm not that type of person;
I'm quiet because I'm listening to the music inside my head.
(It has a mean bass line.)
And I don't need you to help me "open up".
I am a perfectly functional human being
Albeit a bit psychotic, in my darker moments.
Sure, I walk around with my head in the clouds,
And listen to Metallica when I'm doing yoga,
And I like to pretend I'm a rockstar when no one's looking,
And my feet are always blistered from dancing outside.
It only reminds me that I am real,
And my neural pathways are still intact.
I'm not that type.
I'm not sorry for disappointing you,
I'm not sorry for not being who you thought I was.
I'm not sorry for not fitting i
The Goosemother Scroll - The Conclusion"Hello, Sister," said the other pig.The Goosemother Scroll - The Conclusion2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This is a trick!" said Pyg, but deep within her, she knew the Master was Dawnsong, the brother taken in her stead on the night of their birth. But how did he know her?
"This is a trick!" she repeated as if to convince herself. "My mother said Dawnsong was dead!"
"Dawnsong? Is that what I was to be named?" said the Master. "I am named Strangeborn, but no one calls me that anymore. Your mother - that is, our mother - never took the trouble to find out what became of me. For that I can't blame her. Who is a pig against the wolves?"
The Master's voice dripped with sarcasm. Who, indeed, was a pig amongst the wolves? Why, himself. The leader of the worst of them.
"Our mother wouldn't have become a murderer to make peace with other murderers," Pyg spat.
The Master ignored this remark.
"I was taken, along with so many other newborn babes that night, by the persecuted," he explained. "Our deaths were to be revenge for the wolves' ill-treatment
The Goosemother Scroll Episode 9Pyg and Leap found themselves standing upon the shore of the elephant coast, Pyg watching the ghost ship vanish behind them, Leap shivering as he stared at the carnage before them.The Goosemother Scroll Episode 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I wonder if he knew," said Pyg.
"Who? And, er, what?" asked Leap, who was transfixed by the sight of a rotting zebra.
"Father Longtail about the Ghosts of Men," answered Pyg. Her voice trembled. "About whatever happened here. Maybe we weren't expected to come back. Maybe that's why we were given such a useless excuse for a boat!"
She bent down, picked up a rock and threw it at the sun-dried carcass of a gazelle. The rock hit its target, disturbing a cluster of flies who cursed her as they scattered.
"Oh, no! Don't say that!" said Leap. "Father Longtail is good and kind! If he said we'd be safe, I believe he really thought so. And-and-and besides! The Rhinoceros King will help us. I heard he has dozens of ships. He'll get us home! I'm sure of it."
"I'm not so sure about a king who would allow all this to hap
The Goosemother Scroll Episode 12And so it was war.The Goosemother Scroll Episode 122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And though it was war, Pyg felt safer than she had since leaving her mother's home with her poor, unfortunate brothers. The rhinoceros king's army was twenty thousand strong with beasts of every fur, scale, and feather. Soon, they were joined by the elephant queen and her forces whose shortage of soldiers was made up for in the sheer size of those tusked fighters.
Pyg liked the elephant queen. She was as fierce as the horned king but to Pyg and Leap she was as gentle as Pyg's own mother.
"My daughter would have been your age, I think, had she not been taken from this world by evildoers," the queen told her.
Often, Pyg's thoughts returned to her mother, and she would feel very sad. She wondered if Mother knew that Strongheart and Meekfoot were dead. Was Mother even alive anymore? Had the Master's Legion destroyed her homeland?
I can't think about those things now, Pyg told herself. There's no going back. It never does any good to worry about places yo
FallenFallen2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kandyl is arguing with Ember, both trying to right themselves.
"You're a demon and you didn't tell me?" she spoke loudly. Kandyl slightly took a step away from her, her bright hair looking like a flame already. Inside he felt his heart sink.
"I'm a Fallen Angel. And I'm nothing like the Master. Compared to him, I'm like a pure angel." He paused for a few seconds and continued,"There's a difference between demons and fallen angels. If I was a demon, you'd be dead by now. Sure I might have black feathered wings.... but I don't cause destruction like all the other minions do."
Ember's anger still sizzled even though her face calmed. She always thought that Fallen Angels were angels who became evil and lost their wings. But whatever Kandyl was, Demon or just a Fallen Angel who wants forgiveness, she was sure that he didn't cause the mayhem that was happening now.
The sky was dark with red and the colors of flames and the city was ruined; cars on fire and turned over, buildings crushed and
Lady DepressionI am getting fat and complacent.Lady Depression3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sup on the riches of your labour and
spit the bones back in your face.
You are not worthy of anything.
You are a fly buzzing in my ear,
neither here nor there.
I can fell you with one slap,
end you with one loud clap
of my hands together and you fall,
like a marionette puppet whose
strings have been cut.
You are easily killed.
I think I'll play with you a little more.
The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.The Super Hero Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.
As immature and juvenile at it may seem.
I'd have this one fantasy
That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.
We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.
But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.
I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.
And attempt to
Move objects with just will of my mind.
Completely alter my anatomical design.
Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.
Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.
Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.
Tip the balance between the ageless good and evil struggle.
Soar above and around the skies like an aeroplane.
Have a romantic but dramatic relationship with my very own Mary Jane.
Have the technological advanced capabilities of a billionaire.
This would then enable me to have a untraceable, under water lair.
Catapult spheres of synthetic web from the pa
A Giantess's LullabyCalm yourself, my sleepy oneA Giantess's Lullaby5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The sun is down, the day is done
Let our hearts become as one
As you sleep to my lullaby.
Rest now, your weary little head
My chest is your comfy bed
Quiet now, no words need be said
Just sleep to my lullaby.
I am big, you are small
My arms cradle you, not letting you fall
Close your eyes now, let's not stall
Fall asleep to my lullaby.
At first you were scared, you tried to scurry
But soon you saw that you needn't worry
We are alike, oh so surely
Now you hear my lullaby.
The stars are in the sky, twinkling bright
You hold onto my shirt, nice and tight
Sleep now, everything is all right
So ends my sweet lullaby.
"....Good night, my tiny friend."
The games of love and sexI'm either drunk or mad.The games of love and sex3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or both ...
but I don't care
I just want you
so freaking bad...
You drive me insane..
I don't remember my name
I don't remember yours too
I just wanna play this game
yes, I wanna play with you
You'll be my prey
and I'll haunt you down
cause I'm not the same
I'll tear you apart
I'll ravish your body
until you will scream
I'll be your naughty,
your wildest dream.
I crave to touch you, crave to mark you with my name,
I want to explore you so don't be ashamed.
I will love you with passion,
I will be so gently rough,
that you'll be screaming my name at top of your lungs.
But we're not making love so don't be mistaken,
we're just playing game to take and to be taken.
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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beauty"you're beautiful."beauty3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"why don't you understand what i'm saying? you're beautiful."
"because girls tell me it all the time."
"yeah, but they don't mean it like i do."
"your face is beautiful, i'll give you that. sad puppy eyes, birds-in-flight lips, rocker-sloppy floppy hair. but your heart --"
"no, let me finish. your heart is so much more. you could fit the world inside there and feel it ache. that's what your pulse is. it's not blood, no ventricle contraction or atrium expansion, it's love. it's the ache of the world in your chest. that's why you're beautiful."
"why does it hurt so much?"
"because love hurts. and that's why we love. to hurt for others."
"to hurt for, or to just hurt others?"
"i don't want this."
"nobody does. everybody does."
"my heart isn't mine anymore, it's --"
"-- everybody else's. i know."
"what's wrong with me?"
"you're more beautiful than anyone in the world, that's what's wrong with you."
"that's a problem?
CONFESSION OF CUTTERSilenceCONFESSION OF CUTTER6 years ago in Other More Like This
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain
As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain
As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I