Ricepires Meet the CullensSo, apparently Lestat was interested in meeting the other sparklepires after his legendary faceoff with Edward. He invited the mutant vamps over to show them how REAL vampires live. Initially, this resulted in little more than awkward silence and awkward non-fidgeting. Here's what the Cullens were thinkingRicepires Meet the Cullens5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rosalie: (This is so lame I hope my hair looks nice Of course it does, it always looks nice That auburn-haired kid's kinda cute.)
Emmett: (GAH! I. am. Missing. The. Game.)
Jasper: (I hope they don't introduce me as "Jazz." I hate that name. Why do they call me that? Do I call Edward "Wardo?")
Alice: (I wanna braid Louis's hair and do his clothes and screw it, I'm giving them all makeovers. Frock coats are sooo last century.)
Esme: (I hope the decorative shrubbery we brought isn't an awkward hostess gift. They'll never see it during the day What if they hate gardening
This PoemThis poemThis Poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will be found
where you live,
somewhat short of breath,
missing an arm,
for the way
things used to be.
It will tell
the story of a dream
watching a dream.
Behind small jars
and bay leaf
you will catch
its scent, and,
as you move aside
a thing or two,
it will look up
with lips that move
like an eye
all the words for blue
(which might also
be all the names
for wind, weariness,
It will tell you
what kind you have been,
the shoes you wore
when you were.
will be found
where poems always are.
your personal geography.You killed every one of my dreams. They were fragile and required deep digging, but you dug deep enough to find a way.your personal geography.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(Haven't you thought that by breaking every single one, you must have killed yourself multiple times?)
You didn't quite adore all the cracks on my heart, so you took it to lost-and-found. You labeled it lovely - "broken things are beautiful" was your anthem. Me, I didn't see it as beautiful.
(Just throw it out, no one could ever be interested in such an ugly hollow organ.)
Definition of a loser: someone who does not win. You used to say I won at losing, maybe to make seem less discouraging.
(So did I win or lose? No, I couldn't win. Not even at loosing.)
I once asked you to tell me the latitude and longitude of your love. You locked me out of the room while you were trying to figure it out.
(But you never did find the component needed before taking any measurements.)
i tried.i crawled into his bed with an empty stomachi tried.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
famished feelings were burned away as i filled up on his cosmetic affection
we peeled off my clothes like an exoskeleton
i started shaking, with nothing to hide behind i remembered that i was cold
i'm not such a masochist that i think i can write this.
maybe he poured the gasoline, but i refuse to strike the match
hideawaytwo entwining rivers pulsehideaway5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down your arm,
gentle and alive and
followed by my fingertips.
i see you as a blind man reads-
i read you as a blind man sees.
we are breath and beating hearts,
wrap me in your arms.
the echoes of our laughter fade,
sweet sound in my silence.
i can fall asleep here,
i can dream in wake here-
two minds and the spaces in between.
two minds and the worlds they hold within.
i am a nomad, but you are home-
wrap me in your arms.
give me the warmth of your smile,
i'll give you my heart. just
fill in my empty space with your light.
you make time turn so fast that
it's standing still still still. we
must have melted into magic that
mid-night on the hill.
wrap me up, wrap me in your arms.
you've become a getaway,
the world inside you teems with life,
and love and holy light.
i crave you and your touch.
my dear fantasy, you're my sweet reality.
i see you and i feel you, but i can't believe
you're mine. wrap me in your arms.
badtrip,right now, i canbadtrip,6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
see how exactly my body is
tricking me pulling me towards
you, towards the warmth and
affection i'm so desperately lacking,
seeking maybe i don't need you, i
don't fucking need you, no matter
what my body says. fuck my body.
fuck my needs. i don't need shit.
fuck everything, okay?
god, you're full of yourself
pretending that you're smashing atoms
when all you're doing is smashing hearts,
thoughtlessly as usual. they carved you
into their flesh, but those scars will fade.
the scar that won't fade will be the one
you carved yourself, smack dab on their
favourite cardiac muscle.
aren't you proud?
you told me, solemnly,
my eyes used to be fire flies, with
a flickering but evanescent glow.
now you tell me my eyes are more
like moths; attracted to bright heat
and burning colours. i'm dulldulldull,
i've lost my spark, i've lost my fire.
will you fix me, please?
i always told you
i'd rather be alone and lonely than
with someone and lonely.
you always told me that
truthless heroesHe lived in his own little world.truthless heroes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She lived in the universe of people.
He liked to watch droplets of rain falling down to the ground, shattering into a million little pieces.
She liked to let the water soak through to her bones and jump in the puddles.
He liked green tea.
She liked strong coffee.
He whispered, "I love you."
She, though, loved only herself.
He said, "I won't let anyone take you away, ever."
She belonged to the whole world.
He kissed her thin scarlet lips.
She let him kiss them.
She told him, "I don't love you".
He couldn't do any better than "I know".
She wanted to love him more than anything.
He couldn't prevent it.
She knows she can't allow it.
She knows she has to be cruel to him - only for the sake of his sanity.
She knows it now, when the strings have tangled them both so tightly, they could either cut them up with a sharp razor, hurting them both, or give it another chance.The last chance to cast the metal shreddings into silk strings, tying their hands and hearts
there's got to be more than [i]there's got to be more than5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm clawing at whatever exposed skin you have and
begging you 'please don't leave me alone here. please
don't leave me alone with them,' but you're shaking
me off like i'm a rag doll and i'm sobbing, sobbing on
the scratched wood floor and writhing as i feel their
hot breath on my neck. fingers work their way down
my windpipe and i'm looking for you in the darkness,
you promised me you'd never leave but here i am--;
we're laughing at something and i can't remember
what, i'm taking a hit off the pipe and feeling apathy
play my ribs, and your hands weren't warm and
soothing they were hot and made me flush and i
laughed along, but i started to think maybe we're
laughing at me and i remember flipping a table but
my muscles were begging to be strained and all i
wanted was this anxiety to leave so instead i put a
hole through your wall and jumped off o
too close for comfort-the end.too close for comfort-6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i watched the match spark fire,
heating up in a quick flame and then
s-spluttering back out, dying away
into the background;
soon enough the match wears down,
licking my fingers with white-hot heat
and i felt myself dropping the fire, letting
it fall out of hands and back onto my
wrist; leaving a bubble-mixture of charred
skin and blood. and for once i thought
maybe now i'm beautiful.
you stumble over your mismatched,
less then witty words with half-minded
concepts, i don't think you understand
a quarter of what you're saying. do you?
of course you don't.
today you made a few new friends, in
that local rehab you're at now.
you've never felt so alone, and you're
sure of it at this point. you're
not like these people, they're fucked up.
you're just different. of course.
he pushed you into the showers, ripped at
your already half-undone blouse, tugged
down those booty shorts you're so fond o
a darker sideyou pick apart the pieces of my heart,a darker side5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm letting you.
you, with your pointed little fingers
burrowing into my chest.
and i like it.
while you tear the surface of my skin,
dig deeper until you're so far in
you start to occupy me like another myself-
you could be my soul.
you could be my
i will always let you in.
even when it hurts.
i will always let you in.
[the closer, the better]
because once you're here,
iniquitousi'm fucking sick of this noxious existance. everyone loves me and everyone looks at me the exact same fucking way with their cloudy eyes and straight teeth.iniquitous4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
could you please just stop fucking
fuck could you please stop
just stop fucking talking to me
i've already heard every word you're saying and it's gotten to a point where your heart felt confessions that bring you to tears are just echo's off of obsidian cave walls.
i'm bored. not with the people i'm friends with but with humanity. i want to shed my scalded skin and run naked with the wolves, hair knotted something fear and the blood of my prey for facepaint.
i know this isn't
this isn't, i know it's not
it's not this isn't
this isn't poetic this isn't this isn't flattering
i'm tired of being your fucking constellation. i'm tired of being your natural disaster. i'm tired of being hurricanes or forest fires i'm tired of being teeth on the crook of your neck i'm tired of being that girl you can make moan just by biting h
predisposed in storm cloudsdear someone;predisposed in storm clouds5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't tell me we are empty when i still
feel where my heart used to beat; i'm
positive there's something there. don't
tell me we have nothing to live for, just
to make sure i'm as depressed as you
are. dear someone; maybe you are a
sinking ship but i am not your captain.
you can blacken your eyes with ashes
but all the gunmetal grey can't cover
the black and blue bruises beneath your
pretty eyelashes. you can forgive but
please tell me you won't forget [me]
you shivered under raindrops like they
were liquid nitrogen, and i wiped your
tears away when you couldn't take it
much longer. i was confusing satellites
and airplanes for stars and supernovas
and you were the one who told me we
can't see stars in our city. i asked you
if i could pretend for a little while and
you left me, covered in ice and doubt.
sometimes we would smile and laugh
and for a minute or two it's like gravity
took a break, but it was always quick to
UnfixableI watch helplesslyUnfixable6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from hundreds of miles
away as you
slowly destroy yourself.
"So there isn't anything you don't like about me?"
I had no idea
what was really
behind that happy
I loved so much.
"Well if you want me to think of something..."
smoking weed every night.
drinking before school.
fucking half the guys you know.
"...I wish you cared about yourself more."
You tell me about how you wish you
were better at killing yourself.
How everyone you know
shouldn't be dead.
That you should
have died in their places.
Because you wanted to.
You want to.
Dust to DustThe fading light painted your faceDust to Dust6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in colors that don't have names
but I kept my silence
because there was nothing I could say
that the sun couldn't say more eloquently
I sat beside you and hoped
that the arm around your shoulders
would never be enough
because if the day came
that I was everything you wanted
you would have no reason
to press tighter against me
because if that day came
when you no longer needed more
no longer needed me to struggle
no longer needed to pin our hearts to the wall
and skewer them with arrows
you and I could be stones
with names and numbers
side by side
flowers and wreaths
bones in the ground
or ashes in the sea
shooting stars and shooting upsometimes i wonder if we wore our insecurities around our necksshooting stars and shooting up6 years ago in Other More Like This
would people pick so much?
and if all our phobias could be read in our eyes
would we still be so scared?
the sun's on steroids today.
or maybe it's just bullying the moon.
i wonder if there's a pill for an addictive personality.
i would try one.
if you are fourteen, you are not in love.
you are in lust.
there's a significant difference, but
no one can tell anymore.
i know there aren't any monsters under my bed,
or in my closet,
i know where monsters really are.
there are monsters walking down the hallways of your school,
strolling down the sidewalk,
pushing through the crowds at your favorite show.
there are monsters with you beneath the sheets,
wiping your hair from your eyes and smiling at you.
monsters make the best liars.
insomniacticits eleven at night and theres an empty spot where my lungs should beinsomniactic6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and im covering for your lying ass
and my hands are starting to shake from where the alcohol is burning off
its eleven at night and you wont even talk to me
i feel the emptiness setting in
your cold shoulder has frozen me solid, i think
because the pain is setting in and i cant move i cant breathe
it might be onetwothree four, maybe four,
because ive lost track of the hours ive lost track of you and god
i cant tell if i miss you or not
all i know is sleep keeps evading me and i want it
i want it so bad, my god i want it more than [almost] anything.
it's five and i'm reminiscing
you always told me you liked my colour best;
you'd never specify
(e.g. my hair, my eyes, my skin)
and when i'd ask you just say it again
i like your colour best.
i was too afraid to tell you that i only saw in black and white
and any colour you were talking about m
Broken Wing SyndromeI saw you lying thereBroken Wing Syndrome6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with what I thought
were broken wings
and I got closer to you
but slowly realized your
wings aren't broken
at all. You just didn't
have the confidence
to use them.
there's no such thing asthey met during the death of a party, of all the potentially poetic places. more people were leaving than arriving, and it was becoming apparent four a.m. was just too late for some people. not these people. she was a peroxide princess, flipping her bleached hair over one shoulder and popping her hip. she was sipping on a cloudy lemon drop, licking her lips lucidly. he was watching static slide across a broken lcd screen, a long crack running down the middle of the picture. he was wearing dark raybans that covered his eyes; the frames a partially translucent cheetah print, but you could only see it if you were looking real close. he was taking slow drags off a cigarette. girls came and went, all bouncing in front of him but he waved them away, preffering the view of bird egg-speckled black and white over their crash diet bodies and their warpaint makeup. that's when she decided he was hers.there's no such thing as5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the closer she got the less she could see him. his skin was made of paper tissue, and as she app
one twenty-five a.m.you knew she was coming when you heard quiet mmmlala's being sung,one twenty-five a.m.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
familiar tunes being hummed, windchime laughter taking your breath
away. she was there, body wrapped around you tightly, holding so close
you could feel the flutter of her hummingbird heartbeat. you knew she
was there when you felt inexplicable joy and found absolutely no reason
head held high, eyebrows raised, mischeif was afoot when she stood
not-so-tall beside you.
he was long and lean like a willow tree, his head bumped into door
ways and he tripped over his thoughts a lot. black was his favourite
just because he was afraid of the colour spectrum. he saw every
thing in beautiful shades of grey. charcoal, gunmetal, steel. his eyes
were grey, his hair was ebony. his bone structure stuck out a little
too far, and holding onto him was like holding onto a black hole;
and it was lonely in there.
but there were times when he looked at you and everything
changed. every mundane, grey colour in his life turned to a pr
..:Unspoken:..Sometimes you will just have to speak what's on you mind,..:Unspoken:..7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Speak the words out loud,
So you won't left behind...
To know your goal and stand in life,
To know what you are,
So the feelings won't cut you like a knife....
The feelings unspoken,
The chains unbroken,
The emptyness inside,
The darkness were you can hide...
But all means nothing,
and will crush you slowly,
But if you desided to do something,
Your life will start and you won't be so lonely...
So when you deside to stand up,
Go with life and your thoughts,
If you reach to your goal,
To close your eyes just one more time,
So you could have piece with your soul.
okay go it was the first friday of the year.okay go5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he held you a bottle of viscus liquor and he sung to you, with airy
words he half though up and half heard in a pseudo-love song,
" drink up one more time and i'll make you mine, keep you
apart, deep in my heart and separate from the rest do what
i say and it'll all go away, drink up baby, stay up all night; "
he called you miss misery as your eyes sweat out things your mind
couldn't quite comprehend; he didn't ask why you were crying
because he knew you didn't know either. he knew everything like that.
that's how he wanted your blind, bloodshot eyes to see anyway.
what i've been working on Somewhere far off voices cascade down to me, spinning fragmented sentences while I'm counting binary in my head. Zero zero one zero, I'm still trying to put the pieces together but a thousand piece puzzle is far to committed for a time like this. After long minutes the sounds start getting closer, I could finally pull my eyes open but it's not what I wanted to see. The sun was still right outside glass windows, and someone was shining a flashlight left then right in front of me. That's when I started to notice this wasn't where I fell asleep. The springs in that hospital bed were barely disguised by feathers and sheets, and I was trying to pull the i.v.'s out of my arm but no one would let me. My fingertips were as cold as the stethoscopes pressed up against the back of my ribcage, my spine, my pale skin stretched too tight over my sharp bones.what i've been working on5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If that hospital were a keyboard it was missing an escape key. They told me I had t
you -i. refuse help.you -5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the edge
and you tell me
ii. are a cry
for attention. a crow
in a sky
of pidgeons. red marrs
on a foreign
moon; a game
iii. lose the game.
iv. don't realize:
we have been paying
all along; loving
that has not
last personif i were the last person on the worldlast person5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i would live inside a video arcade and
read comic books, and i would walk the
streets unafraid. i would ride a black
horse through the streets, and naked i
would not be afraid to sing in public.
i could put soap in all the fountains or
blow all the bubbles i wanted. i could
make daisy chains and plant a garden
filled with venus fly traps and corpse
flowers. i could paint my lips black and
my eyes maroon and i could wear all
the stripes with plaids that i wanted.
all the sidewalks would be covered
with foam stickers of sea creatures
and dinosaurs. i could spend all my
nights watching flourescent lights
flicker. i could smoke all the weed i
wanted, drop all the acid i wanted
just so long as i could find it. i could
destroy my life with no reprimends.
the internet would be lonely, but i'm
not sure how all the animals on earth
would all be fed. when i got sick i'd
get totally fucked, but being so alone
i guess there wouldn't be much to live