an amalgam of words that don't make sense anyway.no one reads these things.an amalgam of words that don't make sense anyway.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sure, i've got myself a watch
list but do any of them even
give a damn about a struggling
writer just trying to get a
grip on humanity? no. it's
all about the publicity.
i will spew these words like
a rising volcano, lava spilling
over the keys as a pen once
scribbled deep into the folds
of blue-lined notebooks and
the flesh of unwounded children.
before words, we are all innocent.
now, we have nothing, people
pretend to read my work but no
one really cares about it. these
compliments are hardly ever
genuine and the defection of
my emotion is hardly ever pleasant.
so i will type these words and
they won't mean a thing, and
people will say "great job"
because they didn't even see that
this poem is ridiculing them.
fuckers don't give a shit about
the feeling but when I swear,
it's an arms race for judgment.
it's juvenile. just read the
words you sought out to and
just maybe you'll save a soul.
Fleur de LysFleur de Lys3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fleur de Lys
For thousand nights or more
She frigthtened the city
In search for ancient lore
To live eternally
The loss of her beloved
Twisted her mind slowly
In blood chase she's involved
Fleur de Lys is creepy
Noblewoman of France
Herald of painful death
No one can take her stance
Or can follow her faith
Her gorgeous bloody lips
To a vampire kiss
That leads to damnation
YOLOYOLOYOLO3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
While I love what YOLO should stand for, I hate what it does stand for. For those of you who do not know, YOLO is a popular initialism among teens and young adults these days, and stands for "you only live once."
While this is a wonderful way to think about life, but it is being perverted by peer pressure -- "Take another shot, YOLO".
That is not living life, that is letting others live their life through you. In that moment, you chose to let someone else steal that moment from you. To have someone steal that part of you for themselves, you are not living your life; you are allowing someone to live a second life through your actions. With that action you become a puppet to their will, and forsake part of the life you only live once.
I propose an addendum, "YOLOSLFY" -- "You only live once, so live for yourself." Sure, it's not as short but I hope more people use it in the future.
.she'll hold him tight tonight.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dread the coming mo(u)rning
Kingdom Hearts Christmas Song SpectacularSoraKingdom Hearts Christmas Song Spectacular2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Good evening everybody. You may know me as Sora. The main protagonist who wield the mighty Keyblade.
[Riku clears throat]
We, all of us here at Kingdom Hearts would like to wish you a Merry Christmas.
Or a Happy Hanukkah!
Happy St. Stephen's Day!
What about Kwanzaa?
Silly Roxas. There is no black people in Japamerica.
[A Shadow Heartless became sad]
Yo. Yo. Wha do ya mean there's no black people in Kingdom Hearts? Wha about yours truly?
For the last time you idiot. You're not black. You're not even Asian.
Sorry big brother. Better luck next time.
That sucks yo!
Can we move on? This sweater is itchy.
Ok, we've prepared a musical holiday greeting that we would like to sing for you.
Dem-Dem. Would you mind start the music?
Cloaked Schemer -Zexion Trib.-Of Intellegence and silent wit;Cloaked Schemer -Zexion Trib.-8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of shadows embracing it.
Of scheming brilliance and a younger mind;
Of words that are not too kind.
Of experiments and testing;
Of disguises that are all too jesting.
Oily silence mocks you clear;
Save your loved ones while you still hold them dear...
I Miss YouI miss you.I Miss You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of your
The feel of your
arms around me.
The look in your
eyes when you tell
me you love me.
I miss your smile
and your laugh.
The sound of your
voice and the feel
of you next to me.
I miss the smiles
you gave me and
the joy you brought
I miss you.
My smile, my joy.
(7 October 2012)
GladiatorBeing an artist sometimes feels like being a gladiator.Gladiator1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Though the occasional flowers heal the superficial wounds or boost the ego after an exhausting fight, they do nothing to keep pain at bay when I go back to my cage.
Just like gladiators who die in the arena, spilling their guts out in the concrete and omnipresent dirt, just like the reality of the screams and wails covered by the cheers of the masses... so do I spill everything I feel on paper, for your entertainment.
And just like the cuts of a sword through the flesh, going down with a shriek on the naked bone, are real, so are the nervous strokes of the pencil real, and the words are real, and the pain is real, and the love is real. And this is the only way I can do art, and you have it all, the gore and the sublime.
And I will keep doing it this way until I collapse in the dirt, with my guts spi
No/UnseenNo angel calls my name.No/Unseen2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No heaven waits for me.
No love to call my own,
No arms to hold me.
No death to take me.
No hate to scorn me.
No one will take my
Not even the depths
This is my punishment
for sins done in lives
Not even hated.
Until this world's end
My soul walks alone.
Unseen by the eyes of
Heaven and hell.
Unseen by the eyes
(18 October 2012)
Speaking Up1. My mom always complainsSpeaking Up7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That our house has a deafening sound to it.
I’m not sure if it’s the sound of the T.V that’s always on
Or, my brother jumping on the walls
That Gets to her.
2. I was never good at speaking up.
With siblings cooler or smarter than I am,
It’s common place to hear things
Like buff up and shut up.
3. My friends say I talk too loud.
4. At the last house party I attended someone
Claimed he could drink 6 bottles
And not feel a thing.
He threw up his pride,
I wish I could do the same.
5. I don’t know what kind of drunk I am.
I don’t like alcohol.
Probably a sad one.
6. At parties I pretend to check my phone
As I wander room to room
Looking for something.
I’m not quite sure what I’m looking for,
I think I’m suppose find another person there
2. I was never good at speaking up.
7. I wrote a condolence message on Facebook
For a guy I barely knew.
Tearful RealizationTearful Realization2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You don't understand Iroh. My world crumbled. Everyone I loved or held dear became enraged with me or disgusted by what I had done. And I can't blame them. Even afterward I continued to hide behind my pregnancy in order to save myself. The guilt and shame is something I live with every day. Along with the images of their faces as they found out what really happened.
And than you swooped in. The little boy who's garden I snuck into when I was small was now grown into handsome and honorable man. Out of all the people in this world the one who actually knew my birth name appears! Who knows all the secrets I keep. And my little tells when I'm trying to hide them. The only man who actually treated me like a friend and a person. The man that taught it was all right to stand for something when I thought it was needed. Someone who was very precious to me and that I thought I would never see again. The first person I cried for. Crashed back into my life and rescued me.
You took me in
Iceberg- Jalex OneshotIceberg- Jalex Oneshot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Whose stupid idea was it to go on a cruise in the middle of February?' Alex groaned weakly, before having to kneel over the toilet to puke again.
'Actually,' I said, when he had finished, 'That would be your stupid idea.' It was true. He had wanted to come on a cruise as an 'early anniversary present', which was weird, considering our anniversary wasn't until November, and we'd never made a big deal out of this before. We'd been together for 3 years, not a special anniversary or anything.
I helped Alex up, and he leaned against me. 'Why did you even want to come on a boat trip when you get seasick?'
'Because I forgot I got so seasick, and I thought it would be romantic. Like, all that Titanic stuff. We already have a Jack.' He smirked at me.
'So you get seasick, and you thought it would be like Titanic? Do you have a deathwish that I should know about, Rose?'
'I didn't mean it like all that death and ship sinking, I meant-' He cut off to run to the bathroom
I. VoiceI haven't told him,I. Voice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but his name sits on my lips
as a psalm,
and if I say it too quickly,
I've taken it in vain.
And I find solace in his voice,
the cradle of a canyon.
I close my eyes and am
I have no desire to return,
for this is home.
A Darkness so DeepThere cold so deep that it needs more than heatA Darkness so Deep9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cold that goes beyond your skin
In your bones and in your soul
When the wind has frozen you for so long
Not even fire can warm you
There an exhaustion so heavy that it needs more than sleep
When you’ve gone without sleep
Without rest and without break
For so long you know
That not even a day alone
Will keep it from weighing you down
There is a loneliness so strong that it needs more than love
A strange feeling that persists
Despite friends despite family
It lives so long you’ve forgotten
What it’s like to have a friend
And even with those you love
A line is drawn, a connection cannot be had
There is a sadness so pure that it needs more than joy
When even on the brightest day
And in your greatest moments
A smile feels faked, with nothing
But a cold emptiness inside
Like a sepulchre
Painted in the brightest colours
A perfect face you show
A forced smile will come too easy
Affection you do not feel,
Warmth that is never t
THE ART CRIMES: WonderlandTHE ART CRIMES: Wonderland3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE ART CRIMES: Wonderland
* A story by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by indospan *
Some days you feel like you're walking in a dream, and although everything's real, you just feel invincible.
I don't know much about nature, and even less I know about myself - but when I saw Carmen's tree I realized that my magical journey has just begun.
Ich konnte ihn nicht ansehen, doch ich ging direkt auf ihn zu.
Seine Blätter rauschten im Wind, und links und rechts von mir waren Weinreben. Der Pfad war schmal, und ich achtete nur auf den Weg direkt vor meinen Füßen.
Es hatte geregnet, und der Geruch war unverwechselbar: Würzige, feuchtwarme Erde.
Ich ging langsam, und einen Augenblick lang hatte ich das Gefühl, dass der Boden unter mir wie ein Laufband hinter mich glitt und dass ich niemals in der Lage sein würde, die Rinde des Baumes zu berühren.
Der Baum stand alleine, und seine Grö
LoveLove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
" I Love her"
You said those three words making my heart sink.
like my heart was a boat gusting with water and over floating
Your green eyes
Your way of saying my name
I love but why can't you see
Just A friend
Just A best friend
but you always look pass me
like I'm invisible
but i'm not, you know that
A Beauty queen, that's what you want?
To have someone that is beautiful on the outside but ugly inside?
Her Bad attitude that what's you love?
No, her sitting on boys's laps when you are not there?
is this what you love about her?
Could you ever love ... an awkward girl?
I Miss You TooI miss you too,I Miss You Too2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you feel
in my arms.
The look in your
eyes when you said
you loved me too.
The smile that
shines across your
Your laugh that brings
joy to my heart.
I miss the happiness
that I feel when
you're near me
The light you
bring to my life.
I miss you too
My light, my happiness.
(7 October 2012)
Careful, She's Frail"Don't hit a girl, they're made of glass."Careful, She's Frail3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hearing this when young
we didn't know, it was true
Crystal surface on the outside
reflecting vulnerability on the inside
One crack attacks like a parasite
growing from the inside out;
one crack would suffice
in the breaking of doubts
Once broken, shards slice deep
into the skin of all who cause harm
So delicate woman are,
people take advantage of that,
breaking them ruthlessly,
creating more cracks
Beauty is fragile
appreciate it gently
Remember this before you hurt them
for the sound of breaking glass
shall haunt you forever...
I remember...I remember,I remember...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I was young
I would stare at pretty girls in awe.
I thought I was just jealous
That they were more attractive,
And cuter than me
My first crush
He was funny and cute as can be.
But when I would think of him
I found my thoughts sometimes drifting,
To that girl in my maths class
My best friend
How my feelings for her changed.
Sometimes I had the urge
To pull her body close to me,
And press our lips together
When I would cry
I would sob into my pillow.
My mind was in utter turmoil
As I didn't understand how,
I could like girls as well as boys
The midnight talks
My friend's kind words and support.
She helped me start to see the light,
And begin to accept my true self
My mother's words
She shook her head and sighed.
'It's just a phase' she told me,
'You'll grow out of it soon enough'
My first kiss
With my friend in a field.
She told me she was only 'curious',
But for a while I longed for more
Masochistic DemiseGlassMasochistic Demise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shattered on the kitchen tile.
I rush over to help my mom pick up the broken pieces.
Crumpling down to the ground,
I casually set my knee onto the floor,
then flinch back in surprise.
I help pick up the final pieces,
then turn and go upstairs without a word.
Ah, I knew it, the glass had cut me.
Then why hadn't I felt any pain?
I sit on the floor of my bedroom
staring at the wound and watching it bleed.
The cut it should sting, right?
Yet I feel absolutely nothing.
It's not exactly a terrible gash, but still
I should feel something, shouldn't I?
When did I become so numb?
The Nightmarish Problem: Part 4The Nightmarish Problem: Part 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Emmy Altava, Luke Triton, and Professor Layton were all in the living room of Dahlia's and Livie's house. Emmy and Luke were playing a card game in the corner of the room. Professor Layton was on the sofa, fiddling with his fingers. He was thinking about what happened a few moments ago.
"Please help me," Livie said. Her eyes were pouring waterfalls of tears. She got up and stood over the professor. Her looking down at the professor made him very uncomfortable. He got up on his knees to be eye level with Livie.
"I can help you. I will do everything I can to do so," Professor Layton said. He placed his hands on Livie's shoulders and gave her a reassuring smile. Livie forced out a small smile, but it quickly went back into a frown. Luke ran over to the professor's side and looked at Livie.
"I will help too," Professor Layton's apprentice said proudly. Livie raised her arms slightly towards him, but she ended up stomping her foot and running up the stairs that led to the second f
Snape X Hermione - Don't Cry"You may all begin your tests."Snape X Hermione - Don't Cry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Professor Severus Snape's delicious voice echoed through Hermione's delicate ears like a wolf's howl in the dark woods. She knew she had to get her test done, to receive yet another "Outstanding" in her O.W.L., but her eyes were firmly fixed on Snape. She stared at him admiringly until he finally noticed her oogling at him.
He raised an eyebrow at her, making her blush and quickly look back at her paper. She hadn't started on it yet. She quickly scribbled her answers on it; It was done in less than a minute, but, nevertheless, each of her answers were correct. She knew it. They had to be. They just HAD to be.
As time passed by, Hermione noticed that everyone else was still working on their O.W.L. test. She decided to spend her free-time looking at Snape when he wasn't looking at her. But, for some reason, everytime she tried to look at him, he noticed, and that just made her quickly look back to her paper, pretending to scribble more answers onto it.
The phone callThe phone call3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Arthur lay under his duvet and stared at the ceiling, he just couldn't sleep! Too many thoughts flew around in his head, too many thoughts about him. This wasn't the first time Arthur lay wide awake in bed, it had happened a lot lately. He was in love. This restlessness tore him apart; he couldn't handle this anymore, ha had to tell him. Not caring about the clock showing 02.00 AM, the Englishman grabbed the phone and dialled the number to Francis.
It was a beautiful day, the sun shone on a clear blue sky and it was just enough wind to cool you down. Francis lay on the beach surrounded by women, but the Frenchman didn't give them one single look. His eyes were on the man a few meters away from him, the one with the green emerald eyes, big eyebrows and messy hair, the one with the thick, sexy English accent. He watched as the man turned around and started to walk towards him, his arms were opened ready to hug around the Frenchman and Francis' lovely dream was suddenly
I cannot lose youI cannot lose you3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Yao and Ivan were both fighting in close combat; just as the Russian finished off an enemy he saw Yao fall to the ground. Immediately he rushed to his side and took him in his arms, tears forming in his eyes when he saw the smaller man's deep wounds.
"Y-Yiwan..." Yao clung to Ivan with what strength he had left while his lover gently kissed him; Ivan could taste blood and was glad to feel delicate hands holding tight to him, ensuring that the man in his arms was still alive.
"Yao I love you. Do not leave me Yao! Y-Yao I will never...I will never go on without you..."
"I..." Yao breathed in weakly "am trying..." he whispered; just then there was a loud click- that of a gun being cocked. Ivan looked up at the source of the sound, and he was looking down the barrel of a pistol; his eyes widened in terror as he saw the man's finger reach for the trigger. Dying was not what he was afraid of; no Ivan did not fear death, per say--but the prospect of losing Yao. That struck such despair throug