MirrorWhen I look in the mirror,Mirror3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you know what I see?
I see the one person,
who was ever good to me.
I see lips that are too thin,
A crooked nose,
I see oily skin,
And a far too ridged pose.
I see hair that never
Falls the way it should
I see chubby cheeks
that I'd thin out if I could.
I see a big head
I see brown bug eyes
And a crooked smile,
that I use as my disguise.
I see stretch marks on my legs,
Scars that will never heal,
I see all these in perfections
Tell me, does my confidence pass as real?
I try so hard to hide it
These walls won't ever fall back
You won't ever see the real me
I have a first class act.
Watch me joke
Watch me smile
Watch me be fine
But when our time is over
And it's finally time to go,
I breathe a sigh of relief.
I can let the real me show.
You'll never see my self-hate
I swear you never see me cry.
You'll never get to sit around
and watch me want to die.
You'll never see how I have changed
Or how my strength has faded.
I will never tell you,
Ana'Too little!' the friends scream...Ana2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Too much,' Ana whispers...
I listen to Ana.
'Not enough to you!' the doctors cry...
'Far too much,' Ana snips.
I believe Ana.
'Please, you need it!' the counselors plead...
'No, you do not.' Ana yells...
I bow to Ana.
'Stop, please, don't do this to yourself,'' they all whimper...
'Find some control, you're not beautiful yet,' Ana tells me...
Ana is the only one not lying to me.
They are wrong.
Ana knows what is right for me...
I know what's right for me, too.
Winter's EmbraceThere was a time…Winter's Embrace2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When in winter, I would stand at my window, in the dark, at the early hours of the next day, and watch it snow. There’d be dark music playing in the background. Heavy lyrics that probably shouldn’t make much sense to me yet, but they did.
As I’d stand there, I’d feel a strong, pulling longing that made me want to walk out of my house, around to the backyard, and lay down in it. Let the snow cover me. Let it caress me. I was always longing to have someone hold me…the snow could hold me. I could sink down in it and let it hold me tight in its death grip. I could finally get the satisfaction of being wrapped up in something.
I wanted more than anything to lay in it until it was so cold, it burned. Cuddle into it until the burn burned so badly, I went numb. Wait and wait and wait until I was frozen. Until I could snap my frozen limbs off and still feel nothing but cold.
There was a time when I was an empty shell with a tormented mind.
Last Chance“I’m just so tired, Chris. I’m just so damn tired.”Last Chance2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I know, I want to tell him. I know that now. I didn’t know what to say at the time. I just looked at him; I just watched the snow get in his hair and his DCs scuff at the icy pavement. After a moment, I nodded even though he wasn’t looking at me. I decided, after that beat of silence, that he was always tired. Always. He never slept. He meant that, physically, he was so damn tired.
“You should go home and get some sleep,” I told him.
He smiled at me. It wasn’t a happy smile though; it was a bitter kind of a smile. The sad kind that you never quite know how to respond to, because if they’re smiling at all, they probably don’t want you to ask. But I guess if I was a good friend, a truly good friend, the kind of friend I thought I was, I’d have asked anyway.
“You’re right. I will. I definitely will.” Then he smiled that sad smile again, turned, and
The FlowerA rose.The Flower2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Except she isn't exactly a rose.
Pretty like one, but not simple.
There's a lot of depth to every part of her.
She's smart and hard working. She's had people treat her like dirt.
But, she picks herself up every single time. This girl doesn't give up.
She's a warrior.
But the pen is her sword. She's amazing and talented.
She is going places in life.
Especially since she knows how to play her cards.
Don't mess with her unless you really want to make a fool of yourself.
Because, she will find a way to prove you wrong. She's determined.
She's... a warrior.
I suppose that you could compare her to a flower, though.
The outer and inner petals, could represent her depth.
Pretty to look at, but watch out.
This rose has thorns. Become her enemy and you will be pricked by them.
The red petals are the fire and determination in her heart.
To not give up, to keep going, to achieve her dreams.
So watch out for her, because, here she comes.
Faded Lines.The escape.Faded Lines.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My escape is ending is what I should say.
Soon, I'll have to return to reality,
And repeat a routine I never planned on having to do again.
Same thing, but a new place.
That's just great!
Starting over again.
Cuz what I needed was a fresh start.
A fresh start is what I wanted.
... It was all forced upon me.
Nothing was my choice.
It seems like the things that aren't my choice are the worst.
The "morphine" type feeling that staying cooped up created is virtually gone.
I feel like I'm on a low.
Trapped on the ground.
A dead body in a crime scene.
All I visualize is not being on control of me.
Wonderful. That's what I like.
I like being helpless, always doing things I don't want to do.
It was never necessary.
Again, I lied.
I should really stop that...
The Infernal Devices-There's A Rune For ThatOur tongues battled for dominance, the friction of every possible inch of our bodies pressed together through our clothes making my hard-on almost painful as he grinded into me. His fingers were digging into my skin, but I didn't care-- the pain was delicious.The Infernal Devices-There's A Rune For That3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"William," I moaned, sliding my hands up under his shirt; I was desperate for the touch of his skin, and that was my only thought as I slid it off his body and managed to get mine off too, leaving our torsos exposed.
Will bit down on my bottom lip and pushed me against the nearest bookshelf, keeping his body pressed against mine.
"Have you forgotten yet?" Will asked in a low voice, pausing to hold my eyes.
I made a face like I was considering my answer. "Hmmm...no." I answered, watching a naughty grin light Will's face.
"I can fix that..." He murmured, leaning his forehead against mine.
I bit my lip and leaned my head back as he brought his lips to my throat. He nipped and sucked at my delicate skin and I knew that there would be
Don't Go (The Infernal Devices)Don't Go (The Infernal Devices)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The boy coughed again and Will winced. He couldn't stand it. He hated not knowing which breath would be his best friend's last. Will wriggled in his chair and glanced at the silver haired boy who was tossing restlessly in his sleep.
"Is he going to be okay?" Tessa's soft voice floated in from the hallway and Will felt his heart ache.
He shook his head. "I don't know Tess..."
Tessa came in further and knelt beside Jem, putting a hand on his forehead. "He's burning up..."
Will fought back the tears that he was so used to hiding. There was nothing he could say to her. He was watching his brother and her husband die, and he couldn't find any comforting words.
Tessa looked at him out of the corner of her eye as she smoothed back Jem's silver hair. Her breath was shaking slightly and her eyes were shining with unshed tears. She was being strong.
"Tess," Will buried his head in his hands and took deep breaths.
"Will..." Tessa put her hand on the dark haired boy's shoulde
Moment of Truth"Poor thing. Now that you know the truth, you can never go back."Moment of Truth4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Those words spoken in the time of gas lamps and stone streets were easily recalled by the High Warlock of Brooklyn. It had been years, decades even, since those words had come from his mouth and, yet, their memory was fresh.
Sometimes in the quietest moments when he was lazily petting his cat or gazing upon his lover, he would be taken back to London. Back to the time when he had spoken those words to a fellow warlock, shortly after she had discovered what truly ran through her blood.
His words had been truth, but he hadn't known that they would attach themselves to his reoccurring nightmare. No! Nightmare wasn't the correct term. The events he saw when he fell into slumber's claws were too real to be considered nightmares. They were the remnants of a dark day that had changed his life. In all of his years, he hadn't encountered a day that had shook him so much as that one. It had been the day he
My SecretsI am never going to tell you them.My Secrets2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I never tell you, you'll never know how awful I am.
If you never know how awful I am, you'll never hate me.
The Infernal Devices: Remembrance of Absence.The vows had been said.The Infernal Devices: Remembrance of Absence.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A dress of gold that clung to her frame, complimenting her lustrous dark hair. Grey eyes were full of happy tears.
He wore black covered in gold runes that shimmered and caught the light just right. His blue eyes were full of a kind of happiness that was hard to find in anyone, anywhere. He didn’t understand how he had ever been cursed. She was his now, and he was hers. There was nothing he had ever wanted more in the world as William Herondale lifted his bride up, one arm supporting the weight of her legs and the other supporting her back. He kissed her full-out on the mouth, and there was quite a response from the audience, gasps and clapping and smiles that echoed the bells tolling joyously throughout the chapel.
“Mr. and Mrs. Herondale.”
They were young, and they were pretty. And there was nothing in their way.
But for one thing.
There was a memory.
A memory of a silver-haired, silver-eyed boy who played the vi