Twisted Nursery RhymeMary had a little lamb,Twisted Nursery Rhyme6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her father shot it dead.
Now it comes to school with her,
Between two loaves of bread.
HubrisHubris2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The conquerors saw
a vast, empty, cruel world,
conquest. They strove to subdue,
to shrink, to own, these marvels.
Humorous Memory[continued]Humorous Memory4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me rip a page
From my inner most hidden journal
Papers I've burnt with sage
Kept locked away
Just show several moments during the day...
I don't know if you'd call it poetic,
But most will call it creative liscense,
partly made up,
believe what you will...
This isn't so bad,
I think to myself,
These people aren't unlike any other,
Just keep to myself,
Don't think about the thoughts...
The thoughts that'll drag you down into sadness,
Keep your head low
Like everyone else
Though I don't know what else to expect
What's coming next
I walk through another door
Teacher greets with a pleasant hello
I smile, hiding the teeth that are grinding
Nervously looking around
I don't know how I will survive the day
Surely I'll die of a heart attack
The sounds of chairs scooting
The awe of strange drawing table chairs catch ahold of the curiosity in my mind...
The teacher catches my gaze
He must see what I'm thinking on my face
And so he explains their purpose
PhasesPhases2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
With beauty may come happiness, but with happiness always comes beauty.
When's the last time you did something for the first time?
Must I pretend I'm someone else, for all time?
I don't understand how I can care this much, when you don't care at all.
If you can't handle me at my worst, you certainly can't handle me at my best.
All that matters is who you are and the choices you make; that is what makes you, you.
Fish Legs - 1It was around midnight as the proud captain let his legs dangle over the edge of his vessel, staring down into the water which cradled his ship like an infant against its mother's breast. He let out a short sigh as he stared down into the waters, feeling nostalgic.Fish Legs - 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
However, his water had been disturbed. By the creak of a ship a little form found himself gazing upward towards the partly clouded sky. Rays of moonlight were sore to him; he wasn't at all used to the surface. But conversing with the blob-fish down below had become a bore for the once sunken cabin boy. He could see two feet hover some distance above the water and he crept upwards to take a closer look. The crown of his head poked out of the swaying waves; though he dared not move further yet.
Little henna tattoos decorated the soles of the man on the surface’s feet as they hung overboard, intricate and flowery designs crawled up his ankles and separated into little speckles and dots. He looked mighty bored and had no s
AmericaxReader - You Need HelpAmericaxReader - You Need Help2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Please, _____. I'm going to die!”
You sighed. Alfred F. Jones, your childish American friend, was begging you for mercy for two hours straight (or so you have counted). You could have given in to his pitiful request, but that would defy the deal you two made.
“Alfred, you are not going to die. You can go one measly day without them.”
He was begging you for permission – permission to eat burgers. As much as you loved the guy, which you literally do, you had to be strong. You couldn't give in to his long, desperate begging or his teary puppy-dog eyes; no matter how much you wanted to. It was the only way if Alfred wanted to see results.
“But _____!” He whined. “I'm going to wither away into nothing if I don't eat anything soon!”
“Yeah, you'll wither away into your own fat,” you muttered. “Look, how about I make you a nice salad?”
The deal you made with Alfred was that if he could lose weight and eat healthier,
Found you.September 10th, 1943.Found you.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I giggled. What I was doing was so childish.
My skinny frame sat on the ground; knees up to my chest, my back resting on the closet's door. The back of my head hit the white wood behind me; I had been waiting so long.
Me and Gerard always played hide and seek when we were so small. I always hid and eventually, he would always find me. But he never knew about hiding in that particular place, so that was my chance to finally win. I knew now that he will never be able to find me anymore. But I had a theory.
Today was my birthday, the day I age. I could get whatever I wanted today. So if I were to play this game again, he would come and find me again, like the old times; when our eyes could only see playtime and never drama, angst, death; when we were in love with seeking adrenaline and happiness. That would be the greatest birthday present ever. I was determined for him to crash in and find me in there, but he wasn't going to play with me anymore.
I had been i
Good EveningGood Evening2 years 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
The X-factorThe X-factor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is the x-factor
The only individual
The one that is inconsistent
With that of the natural flow
They say that she is related
By the blood they can not tell
For she is the one that always hides
Shielding her heart from the shadows
If I could say that she is different
From all of the other rest
That would a truthful turnout
Of the lies that have set apart
Her heart is made of crimson glass
All marked and barred by steel
For without such a barrier she would just be
Not another x-factored victim deed
They have rejected her by the crowd
For she does not follow their mindset
Rather she would rather walk
Oppositely of their steps alight
She remains to be seen
But yet to be heard
The x-factor there that is softly fading
But remaining docile to the comprehension
I Remember You Chapter 4: Heat signature 4Chapter 4: Heat signature 4I Remember You Chapter 4: Heat signature 42 years ago in Romance More Like This
Marshall Lee picked me up, and carried me bridal style all the way to a house in a dark cave. He sat me down in front of his house, and opened his door to let me inside. It was a small, nice house, and it was pretty tidy inside for a guy. “So you ready to watch heat signature 4?”
“Yeah dude!” I said as I jumped onto Marshall Lee’s couch. “Ouch. What is up with your couch?” I asked as I tried to sit on the uncomfortable couch.
` “Sorry about that. I don’t ever use the couch, but here.” Marshall Lee grabbed me by the waist, and lifted me into his lap. So we were both floating inches above the couch.
‘I can’t believe Cake doesn’t like him.’ I thought, ‘He’s so sweet’
Before the movie started Fionna complained about the couch, so I picked her u
Without Guilt, Without RestraintsWithout Guilt, Without Restraints2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was one of those love advisers—people who help others in love troubles and whatnots.
Most of the time, they would go to my library not to read or borrow books, but to seek me for their romance dilemma. So far, all of the couples I had helped here are doing extremely well; first of who were Trent and Elli, who are happily wedded now; Rick and Karen, two childhood friends who are getting married soon; there's also Ann, the daughter of the innkeeper and Cliff, a shy tenant of the inn.
Lastly, there's Popuri and Jack. Popuri is a very cheery, charming young woman who helps around her family's poultry farm and she met Jack, the hardworking farmer of the neighboring village, when she had gone there for a visit to Takakura two springs ago.
Popuri back then had her doubts. She loved Kai, a bubbly, light-hearted and sweet city boy who comes here every summer. But she was growing fond of Jack already too, after weeks of always visiting her and helping around their poultry farm. She was wholly
Why didn't I? 3So it's been 2 weeks since our first meeting and since then I've been visiting Bonnibel constantly. I'd like to say we're going steady but, alas, we're not. So today's saturday and I decide to finally try and ask her out. I'm going to ask her to go to a concert with me. The band's called Candy Corpse Snake. They're a real rad band. I got two premium tickets fo playing at the local club. So I decided to take Bonni with me.Why didn't I? 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I've been staring at the clock for about thirty minutes, it's only 4:32. I always go over there around 6, so I leave this place at 5. I decided to wear something... nice. I wore a black polo with the sleeves pulled up, a red necktie, black pants and red boots, and to top it all off, a black leather jacket. I decide that 5 o'clock can't get here fast enough so I leave. I make sure the tickets are safely put in my pocket, and my wallet is in my other. I leave my Axbass 'cause I know I don't need it tonight. I get my keys, put on my helmet and hop on my bike. I drive the
I Love You, My Best FriendI Love You, My Best Friend4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey Gwen." My best friend Jack cheerfully greeted me as he entered our carpentry. He was carrying his axe, so I figured that he would be chopping for some lumber.
I smiled nervously at him, my heart racing.
"Hey Jack. Nice weather we have today." I said as I felt my cheeks warm. "Do you need anything?"
"Just came to see you before I go to the forest to get some lumber." He laughed in his husky voice that I have always loved. "Anyway, here you go!" He took out a Gold Milk from his bag and carefully passed it to me.
"Whoa. Thanks!" I happily took the milk from him and placed on top of the table.
"I'll share some with the guys later. Anyways, thanks so much. You really do know what I like."
"Of course, I'm your best friend!"He scratched his head and chuckled lightly. "Hey, I'm off to the forest now I'll pass by again maybe later in the evening. You know, I have to visit Ly"
"Yeah, sure. Be careful and good luck." I cut him off mid-sentence and gave him a quick smile. It hurts
All the Little Things Chp. 6All the Little Things Chp. 64 years ago in Romance More Like This
All the Little Things
As we all sat around the dinner table, the air around us was still as tense and uncomfortable as when we first arrived. I peeked sideways and around: Gray sat to my left, Marlin my right, and a scowling Celia across from me sat between Vesta and a rather large man, who introduced himself as Van. I nervously stirred my iced tea with a plastic straw and looked hopefully at Gray. He cleared his throat,"So..How's business?"
Van grinned and let out a loud bellow,"It's been booming, my boy! Profit has been up by at least 20%!"
"Well, that's quite an accomplishment," he smiled politely.
"Sure is! Even better, I lost 200 lbs last winter! My body must attract customers," he winked atrociously.
The room was still and silent. "I-I see..." Gray stammered. We all watched the fleshy man pile in another spoonful of cherry cobbler. I can't even imagine him 200 lbs heavier! He wo
The Birth of Lemongrab I feel cold, weak. Lying on something hard and icy, my head resting on what feels like a stone. I can feel hands smoothing themselves ove my body, shaping me. I can feel the stuffy air on my skin.The Birth of Lemongrab4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Touching my face, something is added. I can smell now- smell the stench of rot and decay, waste. Something inside of me is sickened. I want nothing more than to slip back into nonexistence.
Cold liquid is poured onto my face. I can feel features forming, my skin stretching. All of a sudden, I can taste the air through thin lips, the taste of a sickly-sweet, spoiled world no sane person could ever accept.
Vision blurs to me, and my eyes snap open. The room is dark, grey, filthy. A sound escapes my throat, something that doesn't even sound human. In fear, I scream, my wide eyes darting around the room.
My eyes meet those of a hideous woman standin
Never-ending Never-endingNever-ending6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I remember you once asked me,
To describe my love for you...
And I said that no matter how hard I tried,
I could never stop loving you...
And then you asked me,
To tell you just one word,
A word so full of meaning,
One that would show your worth...
So this is the message,
The word I am sending,
This is my love for you,
My love is...
I remember the look you gave me,
The smile on your face,
A look and smile of love so undying,
I swear...it's something I can taste...
And then you leaned towards me,
And whispered just one word,
A word so full of meaning,
One that would show my worth...
And this is the message,
The word you are sending,
This is your love for me,
Your love is...
Tell me, why should I compare,
You to the sun and the moon,
When I could reach up to the heavens,
And replace them with you...?
Every day of my life!
FFM21: The Dragon ThingFor the third time in a week, Joey woke up crying in the middle of the night. It was a behavior that, like most children, he had left behind years prior, along with diapers and pacifiers and Elmo. It was only in the recent months that it had started again, infrequently at first but worse with every passing week. What made this night particularly notable was that, unlike the previous dozen occurrences, he could actually remember what he had been dreaming about.FFM21: The Dragon Thing4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I was flying," he groaned into his mother's collarbone, sniffling and rubbing at his eyes. "I was flying over the mountains. I had these big wings, and everything looked really tiny."
"Aha," she murmured softly, smoothing his hair. "So you were afraid of the heights? It's just a dream, sweetheart, you don't have to worry about falling. That happens to me sometimes, too: a scary dream will wake me up, and sometimes it makes me want
Je suis.Je suis une tortue, une tortue avec une carapace. J'encaisse sans rien dire. J'ai cette couche épaisse qui me permet de tout supporter. Les coups ne me font plus peur, ils me renforcent. Douleur, tu n'es plus qu'ombre. Tu es devenu mon double, mon mauvais double, ce mauvais moi que je ne veux pas voir resurgir, le faible. Il est désormais derrière moi, il me suit, guette le moment de se manifester, épit chacune de mes réactions. Mais il n'en est rien. Combativité, tu es ma nouvelle force ! Je rayonne de vitalité, je t'aspire, démon, tu n'es qu'une couche de plus à ma carapace. Je ne te crains plus, tu ne m'effraies plus. Tu es devenu une ombre parmi d'autres. Tu restes ce mauvais souvenir qui me hante. Mais grâce à toi, je sais savourer la vie, tu m'as appris que le malheur peut briser, mais j'apprends aujourd'hui que le bonheur me nourrit.Je suis.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Je suis un caméléon, un caméléon aux multiples facettes. Je m'adapte, me
alone is just another wordI want to think that I'm not self-centered and conceited when I notice how all my words are aimed at your heart, your chest, your lungs. I want to feel empowered when I say, "you're not strong enough to hate me." And I want to hate myself for you because I know how god-awful I must be, but I know you're lonely. Because we are all just lonely people.alone is just another word6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's the way you say "surrender" like it's supposed to mean something, and the way you shout "I'm leaving and never coming back," like I should be scared, worried, or upset. But I'm perfectly fine with knowing you'll spend a night in the old subway station with it's untold stories and glaring addictions. We're all just lonely people, right?
I told you I used to be in love just to make you feel better, because between the heated altercations about last night's affections, you had a look of that puppy dog before I let it run away from home. You're still trying to figure out how to loosen the knots. Maybe I should tell you, I sometimes wonder
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
Reject MeReject Me2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You... Y-You are so dense... so oblivious!"
My eyes brimmed with tears. Still, I looked him straight in the eye and blurted those words out.
I couldn't contain my emotions longer. My balled fists trembled at my sides, trying to suppress myself from doing anything violent against him. I was angry with him, yet at the same time, I hated myself. If I just didn't fall in love with this idiot, everything would be normal. Everything would be fine.
I never thought it would reach this point. I was frustrated and I was denying to myself the fact that I've fallen for Mark. I hated the feeling... Because I know he doesn't deserve these feelings. He's dense, immature and stupid; he takes everything as a joke!
Tears continued to flow from my eyes as I blinked. Somehow my vision cleared up, and I saw his usually bright, emerald eyes droop to confusion and hurt. He opened his mouth to say something, but then reluctantly sealed his lips and stared worriedly at me like the imbecile he is.