TrichotillomaniaHer hair is long, thick, and brown,Trichotillomania4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When she looks at herself she sees a frown,
Some say she has a nice smile and pretty blue eyes,
No one can hear her heart's distant sighs,
Deep inside her body beyond her pale skin,
She hides within her the feeling of an unbearable sin,
She use to have a pretty face with long, thick lashes,
Her actions show outside and then she crashes,
Some people laugh and make jokes at her expense,
No one stops to understand her chaotic suspense,
She does this with anxiety and not for fun,
She pulls out her hair down to the last one,
She has hidden this problem for many years,
She has put herself in corners and brought herself to tears,
It makes her angry, anxious, and very sad,
To see she can't control herself and it has gotten this bad,
The underlying problem of this obsession invades all of her space,
Everywhere she goes, she looks down to hide her shameful face.
Goodbye...Goodbye...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To you Cruel world, friends and all,
I say goodbye, as now I fall.
You've shown me pain, sadness and fear.
It cut me deep, bled out my cheer.
But still I laughed, as though to hide,
The gaping hole, my heart reside.
I wore a mask of borrowed cheer
to hide behind, to cover my fear
For I thought, I hoped, a prayer
that once I'll be, a happy mare.
But so it is not and never shall be.
The impossible wish, crushed within me
Ground to dust, from hooves to head.
It pours on out through tears I shed.
I can't go on, this pain I hide,
I've given up, can't keep inside.
So now I fall, and now I die
For though I laugh, Inside I cry...
MisheardWe are trapped in both of our own worlds,Misheard2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Babbling in our secret tongues,
I would give everything I have
Just to hear you say,
The beautiful tapestry of what you call words,
In an ear we can both understand
Bio: 911 the BeheeyemBio: 911 the Beheeyem3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
911 the Beheeyem
Other Names: Doctor, Emergency, and Medic.
Trainer: None. She's a wild pokemon.
Occupation: Doctor for the Armada.
Pokeball: None. She's a wild pokemon.
Relatives: Mother Beheeyem and Father Beheeyem. She has no mate.
When she was an Elgyem at the training academy, she was a popular female. Her personally was very outgoing, and she demanded attention from her peers. With her parents she was their only child, and was the center of attention. She also had a longer then usual tail, and would be teased about it at times. Because of her outgoing and friendly personality, she was highly recommended to be a doctor. Later on, she began to study medicine and often would help her peers when they were sick or got hurt. Eventually, her hard work paid off and she became an assistant to 64 (the first doctor for the armad
Bio: Zaphod the WatchogBio: Zaphod the Watchog4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Zaphod the Watchog
Other Names: Zaf (by Wilson and Zidane), Runt (By his mob), Sweetheart (By Miju), and Dad (by his oshawott kids)
Occupation: Security Guard at the Castelia City Mall. Also a part time contest preformer.
Relatives: Watchog father and mother, and several male and female siblings. Miju the Dewot is his mate, and he has five oshawott kids (three males and two females)
As a Patrat, he lived in the wild with a mob of Watchogs and Patrats. He was the runt of the litter. He was often the lookout for the group, however instead of watching for danger, he was watching the nearby pokemon ranches, wishing to be as strong as them. He has his eyes set on Mags's ranch due to the pokemon species that he has never seen before. He puts his mob in danger, when he looks at the ranch while a wild Mand
Elle and Mias: Chapter 37Elias was being oddly cooperative when the party returned to the castle and Hilda informed her elder sister about their new 'guest'. Helga wasted no time throwing him into a prison cell; she didn't even bother to interrogate him. And Elias didn't fight or even object. He might have been fatigued, but that didn't explain his sudden mellow demeanor.Elle and Mias: Chapter 373 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I don't know what you're up to," Elle said to him from beyond the prison bars. "But I'm sure it's nothing good."
"Heh," his lips curved into a smile. "I just thought I'd pay my long lost sister a visit. I didn't expect you to be here, ruining my good name."
"Your name is as filthy as you are," Elle said bravely. "Your sister's better off not knowing she has a man like you for a brother."
"I'm well aware of Elias," a deep female voice spoke up and Elle turned to see Helga escorting Ia into the cell ward.
Now that Elle got a clear look at the woman, it was obvious she was a Dormaeus what with her dark hair and custom eye markings. She carried
Wailord WatchWailord Watch3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By: Kioko the pirate
Eager eyes peered out the windows of the car as countless trees raced by in a blur of green and brown. Excitedly, they searched in every direction for a sign that their long journey was near the end.
"I can't believe you guys," Reggie exclaimed as he craned his neck to see down the long road ahead of them, "How
LostHow is it that life can be so damned dark when you seek habitually for the light?!Lost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mirror lies to me.
I look in it and see something normal-
A human, with fine eyes
And fine hair
And fine skin
And fine everything!
But then I look back into myself and am met with something alien,
Something sinister and warped!
I'm tired of the mixed signals.
I want my truth even if it's harder than stone!
If I have a guardian angel then why does she not step in as I slowly lose my mind?
Nothing I turn to is solid.
It falls through my fingers like sand.
I don't understand.
Surely I am no saint.
Neither a nun nor a bishop.
But what have I done that is so terrible?!
Which of my evils has granted me this uncertainty?!
I long to rip out my hair
To pound the soil below my feet
Scream at the thunder shaking the earth
Throw myself in the lightning ripping through the sky!
Nothing I'm doing is working.
I just want someone to know.
Maybe then they can answer the question I have asked
Perhaps since I've known
Dear MommaDear Momma2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Guess what? It’s Friday, it’s Friday!
I can’t wait to go to school!
Go a little faster! I wanna see go see my friends!
Bye bye Momma! Give me a kiss!
I’ll see you afterschool Momma,
I love you so much.
Hey Julie, hey Marshall!
It’s Friday! It’s Friday!
Christmas is almost here!
Teacher, I’m scared,
What’s going on out there?
Oh no! It’s getting closer!
Momma, I don’t think I’ll make it home today.
Your little boy is sorry.
I love you Momma.
I’ll see you in Heaven.
I could make a list,but I merely bit my lip when she asked me,I could make a list,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What is it you're thankful for?"
How could I tell her
I was thankful for this heart
that beats a thousand times over
when I hear her speak?
Your Lies have almost took my lifeYour Lies have almost took my lifeYour Lies have almost took my life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your Lies have almost took my life,
Pretty blind, now I see your knife,
Cutting me down to earth,
Do you even know how much that hurts?
Of course you do,
Because it's you,
It's fun to see me on the ground ,
Look around ,look around!
All my pain is your work
All my blood your joy,
Am I just your little voodoo toy?
Am I the dork?
And yes, you're really made it,
Looking at me
I'm on my knees
Begging for my life, which seems to flee
And all the flames ,they hit and hurt
Goodbye my life ,goodbye my love
Your lies have took me life…
Sealand at the TavernSo, I found a meme that is apparently extremely popular. It's called the Narrative OC Meme or something like that. It's where you pick five OC's or random characters and use each to answer the prompts provided (sounds like state testing but IT ISN'T). It's pretty fun, actually. I've been treating the questions as writing exercises...and the stories I've written so far are kinda too long to post all together, so I'm gonna post em one by one, when I finish them. This is the first one.Sealand at the Tavern4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
4. Sealand. (Hetalia) Technically my sister's OC, even though he's from the Hetalia series and I won't pretend she created him, but she did make up a completely OOC personality for him. Beeb's Sealand is a complete diva. Everything must be done his way, all the time, or he gets very snappy and snarky. Sealand is the spoiled youngest son of England, and the little brother of America and Canada. England dotes on him the most, giving him anything he wants at the drop of a hat, while his other two sons r
i'm injecting this love song.dear ribs,i'm injecting this love song.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
thank you for protecting what i hold most precious. thank you for blocking the bigger blows, absorbing the momentum with a shock and a shudder. i know it isn't easy to stand guard, but i breathe easy knowing you're there to shield me. maybe someday i'll unlock you at the clavicle and open you up, but for now: stay strong.
thank you for never complaining when i shove you into all my messes. thank you for working through the worst of the damage, straightening up my mistakes with surgical precision. i know it's hard working solo but i have such confidence in you. maybe someday we'll find someone that'll fill up your empty spaces, but for now: keep the faith.
thank you for being there when i'm carving apologies between your vertebrae. thank you for stiffening when i want nothing more than to melt to the ground. i know you'd rather go limp instead of working all the time, but when i can't trust myself, i'm leaning on you. maybe someday we'll find som
how to be an annoying fuck.HOW TO BE AN ANNOYING FUCKhow to be an annoying fuck.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Contrary to popular belief becoming an annoying fuck is far from easy. It doesn't just happen overnight. It takes years of practise, and requires a great amount of knowledge about Pokémon.
It's complicated. What annoys a certain group of people may not work for the others.
Start with people who get irritated easily. Ever had a friend who was obsessed with their hair? You know, the twat that always goes; "DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKING HAIR" and you just feel like slapping them, because wtf dude, your hair looks shit anyway. So yeah. Start with those people. Touch their hair. Touch their hair as much as possible. If they try to slap you, you're doing great. You don't need your Pokémon just yet.
You can't move up until you gain enough experience. Sure, you may be a pro at annoying people, but if you don't have the experience you're screwed. You start low, and then move up. That's how it works in Pokémon world.
To be an annoying fuck you also need a good
AcupunctureSomething is wrong.Acupuncture3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
For days I have felt weak. My sleep has been heavy and dull; my waking hours filled with vague melancholy and sharp spikes of id. I have not upset my routine: at 6am I still know your decaf, your milk on the side. My mouth is a wide grin. My eyes are glass.
I went to acupuncture today. My heart has been in my throat this week, breaking only to travel to the pit of my stomach. Needles have helped before.
I can never seem to shake the sorrow that I feel when I am expecting bad news. It's not that I am anxious: it's that in my mind I have prepared to grieve and I can already feel it with my entirety. I am always certain people will leave.
But there I was, trying for any relief with which I could be provided. I should have known better. It's a rare day that I can go for treatment and be left without thoughts of you. After all, you even share the name of my doctor. I told him I wasn't feeling well this week. I said no more. I never do.
I was apathetic towards
To Set The Sky AlightThe stars have played their music,To Set The Sky Alight4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An symphony of light,
With me as the conductor,
Far from where they reside.
Oh, what beautiful music,
Such harmonies never
Heard on Earth before,
The beauty of it all
Combined into a single ray of light.
All of it for her,
The woman of my dreams.
Along the moonlit path
Looking up at the sky,
Beholding the shining stars,
And when I looked down at her,
I saw all the fierce joy
That she felt.
I reached up my hand,
And the stars began to play,
As if waiting for that moment,
When she was bursting with happiness.
The subtle music of the stars
Blends with the soft tones
Of the singing Earth,
And blend into one, as if
Joining after millenia apart.
The Earth is singing,
And the stars are playing,
And now the sky will
Be set alight by my love.
Leaving for goodFinally he is leaving for good,Leaving for good4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he walked out the front door
left for good.
I thought he would never go
But, I pushed him out the door.
He's leaving in his car
Eternal TwilightI am the one who never tires,Eternal Twilight5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one who never sleeps.
I watch the world live on,
While I sit in an empty room.
My friends have all left,
They've gone off to bed.
In a world now full of darkness,
I must live on alone.
The eternal twilight is where I now live,
Too tired to be alive,
But too alive to join my fellows.
I'm so tired,
But I cannot sleep yet,
There are things I must do,
A soft love to confess to a woman
Who knows far too much about it,
A girl too shy and kind
To love me as I do her.
In this eternal twilight,
Time is passing slowly,
And for me,
Cannot continue until my heart is uncovered,
And my mask is removed.
This young woman,
So tender and sweet,
She calls me from the sky,
I need only grow wings,
And fly to her side.
Dear WriterDear Writer,Dear Writer2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru