PulsateWhat is a heartbeat,Pulsate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without the heart?
What is a dream,
without the conscience?
What is a word,
without the letters?
What is a hope,
without the faith?
What is a soul,
without the self?
What is a kiss,
without the love?
What am I,
hometown bluesthey say home is where the heart is,hometown blues8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but they never claimed it had to be beating.
if this town is all there is to living,
then I'm dead,
and these dusty dirt roads
are my sad little gravestones.
there's a harsh winter wind.
but it's the same air I've inhaled
since I first opened my
surgical steel eye to the world.
remember the pale pink dress
I wore to our senior prom?
you held me
under the fuzzy yellow confetti light.
I loved you because you were so gentle,
and when I fell apart,
you were the only person who knew
I could fix myself on my own.
you twirled me like I mattered,
because you knew that one day I would die.
you forgot that you would, too.
you are wrought iron starlight,
my crooked grey dove.
you live in the sidewalk cracks,
moaning my name as I
cautiously step over the gorges.
my mother calls, from time to time.
I've learned to let the phone ring
because her voice is not the one I want to hear.
she's too tepid, unsure.
she's the link strangling me,
pinning me t
Gravity of Devils [one] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackGravity of Devils [one] Jack Frost and Pitch Black2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gravity of Devils [one]
"The world will know your name!"
“Children are beginning to fear me again!”
“I’ve grown quite fond of you, Jack Frost.”
“I won’t let you go.”
“I fear nothing.”
“Only you, Jack.”
Jack woke with a sudden start, nearly falling off of his branch and toppling into a heap of snow beneath him.
He looked around quickly, not really taking anything in, just looking for the source of the voice he thought he heard. He searched the bushes in front of him, the frozen lake beneath him, even the tree itself. There were idle shadows—but he knew better than to linger on them, for his mind sometime played dangerous tricks—but there was no one to be found; at least not in the physical realms around him. Jack slowly settled back down against his branch, his mind still buzzing, his heart beat echoing in his ears and his skin set aflame.
"What a weird dream." He muttered s
Best Friends ForeverRoses are redBest Friends Forever1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violets are blue
If I’m going down, you’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies
Our friendship fades and slowly dies
We don’t speak anymore
I stare blankly at my tile floor
You lay there still
The blood pours, and beings to spill.
At least now we’re together
Best friends forever
Doll Monologue[A girl is sitting on a chair. The light slowly appears upon her.]Doll Monologue8 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
[She raises her head]
Hello…You must be wondering what I am doing here…on this dusty shelf…
[Looks around her]
Well my "Real-Person" put me here…You're one of them too, aren't you? [She squints at the audience] Yes…you're real! [She looks excited.] Will you take me home? I am so lonely… and the dust isn't very good for my curls. [She pats her curly hair] I used to be brushed every day… [Sigh] Samantha was my Real-Person. She would tell me she loved me everyday and dress me up…that was [Frown] until that other Real-Person, called Father, left. Samantha was so sad that day we went to that party…
A [she fumbles over the foreign word] fun-e-ral…I think she called it. She put me in this ugly black thing. [Fingers her black dress] and water would leak from her eyes…She said that was crying. [She cocks her head] I wanted to cry too…because maybe that would have helped her not be so sad. [Bows head slightly] But I couldn't…I tr
Hard.On days like this it is hard to move,Hard.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is hard to dress myself.
Blouse, a chest plate; dress me in chain mail.
- with the helmet on it is hard to see.
It is hard to open my eyes, or lift my chin.
On days like this, it is hard to be human.
It is hard to raise my hands, to button
or to brush my mangy hair.
It is hard to construct the image of a person
out of these destitute materials.
It is hard to pump clotted, crumbling blood.
On days like this, it is hard to be human.
Necromancers MonologueThey cast me out; the ignorant fools. Fearful of what their minds, numbed after generations of dirt farming, are unable to comprehend.Necromancers Monologue7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Graverobber! they cried. Freak! they shouted. Hurling spoiled vegetables and insults at me as the chased me away. They will regret that soon oh yes.
For months I have prepared, here in the catacombs. Hundreds of loyal, perfect servants heed every nuance of my thought. I need not even speak an order; merely will it and they will make it true.
Life is filthy. Disgusting in its futility why do they cling to it so?
They celebrate it even. Flowers they leech upon their surroundings and die, once they have spread their seeds for another generation of pointless beings.
So like the people who rip them from the ground. Removing the very thing they seek to honor.
And moonlight Oh the moonlight! It is so romantic and poetic! , Bah! They do not appreciate its true poesy! Their foolish perception is like
our breakup sounded like...our breakup sounded like people screamingour breakup sounded like...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fuck! yelled into ears that just werent
listening; glass breaking like
hearts. throwing rocks against the
wall. falling. breaking bones. the crickets were
silent; i think they were
sorry for us. our breakup sounded like
doors slamming and people
leaving without saying goodbye or
even looking back.
The MechanicHis mind is a machine well-oiled,The Mechanic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes engine-efficient in stripping her
to bare, broken parts.
His fingers twitch, and she hates
how those painstaking hands
itch to fix her.
Growing Upit seems that by now I’ve been diagnosedGrowing Up1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a mild case of weightlessness, mindless
drifting past empty homes and the emptier people
that purchased them. I remember conversations
with you about existentialism
and the almost intricate fabric of my mind and
everything in between, and you-- the way you
paused before making a point as
the words defined themselves in your head:
I remember the day I told you I was God.
Creator of all things unimportant, trapped
in the body of a girl with nothing left to give, you
it must be a beautiful place
inside your head, with a world
that revolves around hope and expectations
the way it was supposed to; all
storybook-perfect like the
wars promise we’ll one day
[I’d like to think that every great leader
once cried themselves to sleep wondering
if they’d ever mean anything and
did things to stand out like smoking
or drinking or pretending to be someone
they’re not and every morning they’d tilt
Dear once lover.You stole my confidence; you took it like you owned it, you smothered it in neglect, and you threw it in the black hole of your absence.Dear once lover.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You used my patience; you smoked it like a drug, you took advantage of my presence, you evaporated us into nothing.
You decapitated our relationship; you cut it at the root, you shook out all the good, and threw the body into your subconscious.
You cut up my affections; you stored them in your selfishness, and turned them to dust.
You broke my heart. You took it in your hands, you tore it into two, it turned cold as ice, and you shattered it across my future with you.
You shocked me to the core, a surreality I long to never feel again. The abundance of my tears was enough to drown me, and suffocate me into an eternal river of agony –– that my memories of 'us' will float upon.
You deceived me beyond repair, I thought you would hold me through the hard times, instead you trampled on my pride, you flattened my hope, you destroyed the lov
Karelle - Prologue ENGLISHPrologueKarelle - Prologue ENGLISH4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On this sunny morning, the streets of Marseille were half deserted. The heat of the last few weeks had sent the people of the lower towns down to the port with meager hopes of catching a cool breeze. The rancid and nauseating odor that wafted through the narrow street of the city had died down a little, carried away by an unexpected sea breeze. Thus diluted, the air seemed almost breathable. In the distance, the cries of a colourful crowd blended into the high pitch screeches of the sea gulls soaring over the city. The market had opened early that morning. This gave the masses a way to quiet their grumbling stomachs while filling the pockets of some greedy merchants.
And yet, abandoning the Square with unusual energy, a sweaty, out of breath, young boy appeared. Carried away by the momentum, he crashed into the façade of a dilapidated house. It took him but a moment to recover his balance and continue on his way. The pitter-patter of his bare feet reverberated from
it's going to be okay. it's all going to be okay.i don't know why it's beenit's going to be okay. it's all going to be okay.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
so long since i've written a
poem but i have subject matter
to write about as of now.
i was sad. you were there.
you told me i was beautiful.
"we need you, i need you."
it's going to be okay.
"just breathe for me. i'm here.
you'll always be safe with me.
i'll always be here for you."
those words stings because those
were the exact same things she
always said and where is she now.
it's going to be okay.
you tried to assuage my tears,
placate me, pacify me, pretend
you love me more than anyone else
just in this moment, why do you
insist on being so nice to me.
"because i care more about you
than anyone else. i want you
to be in my life for a very long time."
what the hell is that supposed to mean.
it's going to be okay.
"love you." but then you called me
the wrong name, whoops, intended
for your girlfriend, not for me,
stupidly i thought you may have been
falling but apparently we've both
fallen too far to stop already.
don't hold my hand if you love her more.
IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.Indistinct2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
KibaHinaHinata stared at him blankly, still processing the words that had left his mouth. They repeated again and again in her mind. No. No. I. Dont. Like. You. That. Way. Im. Sorry. They lurched unnaturally over and over until she felt her stomach tighten, and uncontrollable tears form in the corners of her eyes. In the one moment of courage in her life, she had found a reason to never speak again. The world spun around in dizzy circles until nothing remained but darkness.KibaHina6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kiba rounded the corner towards Ichiraku Ramen after a long day of training Akamaru. Ah He sighed as he stretched his arms, Im hungry. Arent you, Akamaru? His little dog yipped in an excited reply. Ha ha, good! Want some ramen?
Arf! Akamaru barked happily in reply. Kiba was just about to enter the comfy little shop when he sensed something unusual A small prickle of uneasiness shot through him. Akamaru se
Cross Country QuotesFunny Cross Country Quotes:Cross Country Quotes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warm up? Nah, that'll just wear you out.
Just shut up and run.
It's not bragging if you back it up, which is why we never brag.
Cross Country: The worse you are, the more playing time you get!
All aboard, time to take a ride on the pain train.
We bust ours so we can kick yours!
Run like you stole something.
Running won't kill you, you'll pass out first.
Anyone can run 100 meters, it's the next 4900 that count.
If speed kills than I'm a dead man/woman.
Our workouts are a lot longer than our shorts.
Why is everyone chasing me?
It hurts up to a point, then it doesn't get any worse.
This sport would be fun if it wasn't for all the running.
If I knew what I was doing, I wouldn't be here.
We don't stretch, we like to run stiff!
Our shoes have more miles than your cars.
Cross-country - finally a good use for a golf course.
Cross Country: no substitutions, no time outs, and nobody sits the bench.
Running is a mental sport and we're all insane.
Real athletes run othe
Zia's Ice Cream EpiphanyZia's Ice Cream Epiphany4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Carter and Zia's First Date
Carter's hand was hovering above the phone, should he do it? He set his jaw and grabbed the phone, just when he was an inch from dialing the number he slammed it back. What was with him? It was always Carter the determined, the one who side by side defeated Set (for now) with Sadie. Carter the invincible, he liked the sound on that. But now he was a complete wreck he keeps asking himself, "Should I do it?" He groaned loudly in frustration and fell onto the sofa. "What's that I smell?" A certain British blue streaked blonde head popped behind the kitchen wall. Carter put a pillow over his face.
"Could it be the smell of Carter attempting to ask Zia on a date?" She asked dramatically, sitting herself on the sofa next to Carter. "Sadie," Carter murmured through the pillow, he slammed the pillow against the armrest. "You seriously need stop getting into my personal business." Sadie stood up abruptly, "Pshh, like when was your business ever personal Carter." Then
By Fifty,I'll publish or perish;By Fifty,2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
find someone to cherish;
move someplace phenomenal;
display an abdominal
physique to inspire,
which I shall acquire!
. . . Or perhaps, just retire.
Kyman- Just Crash. Fall Down.Cartman's POVKyman- Just Crash. Fall Down.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One word, one place, one feeling to kick start the events that would make everything crash and leave us in perfect ruins. Though at the time we were so optimistic, carefree, confident... ignorant. He was, he was the last person to stay on the game board before being carelessly thrown to the side, to reunite with his fellow game pieces. Hell, I need to admire him for staying on as long as he did, though if there's one thing I've learnt from being friends with Stan Marsh is that he doesn't give up. He should get a gold medal for his denial, his determination. His optimisim, why is that such a killer for people our age?. It's such a stupid state of mind, something that we should have abandoned by now. That's how I used to think anyway, maybe I still do, though maybe Kyle has purged that out of me.
Anyway, your heart would've fluttered and a proud grin would've spread on your face to rival his, when he smiled
The town of our undoing.
We didn't know that of course. E
ShikaTema FanFictionShikaxTema Fan Fiction - " Feelings Towards You "ShikaTema FanFiction3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
There was a faint knock at the door. The middle-aged woman impatiently swung the door open.
"What did you forget this time, Shikamaru??!," Yoshino Nara asked in an irate manner. The young woman stood in shock at her tone. Yoshino quickly plastered a smile on her face and greeted the woman.
"Oh my! I'm sorry about that Temari-chan. I thought you were Shikamaru. He's forgetting all kinds of things lately when he heads out," the Nara woman's tone changed from sweet to sour near the end of her explanation.
"I didn't mean to come unannounced. I just got to the village here a while ago and thought he'd be up by now. But I didn't expect him to be out and about already," the blond sand kunoichi gave an apologetic bow. "Any idea to where he went, Mrs.Nara?," Temari wasn't used to acting so kind around others, but she tried extra hard around Shikamaru's parents.
"He mentioned something about visiting Asuma's grave. I think he should be
CutsCuts2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You know those "phantom cuts" you often get on your arms or legs? Scratches from some unknown source that you can’t remember getting?
It’s because they like to touch you. You can’t see, hear, or touch them, and sometimes you don’t even know when they are close, but sometimes you catch a small glimpse out of the corner of your eye. They have strange, deformed faces with hollowed-out eyes, oh and the claws. Such long claws. When they run them up and down your body when you are asleep or not noticing them, the claws sometimes cut you.
It’s a small mistake on their part, but it’s good news. After all, if they can cut, soon they’ll be able to do more. Much more.
A gift The greatest gift in this life comes wrapped up in the skins of lovers untouched, or unaddressed – or even unknown. Within it are the friends we never met, the ones we let slip, the parties we missed – the people unkissed – the help we never gave and the risks we never took. By this gift, we will know the shape of our life. A good life will not be known until it ends – and when we say "I should have done more", we will know that we did enough, or all that we could. By our regrets we will know the shape of our life – and before we die we shall be handed a parcel of them. A life lived without regret is not one that has been lived at all – or if it was lived, we cannot say that we even noticed.A gift8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This