Dance of the FairiesWell.. One of my favorite works, but I still don't like it. Oh well, tell me what you think, please? I need someone to be honest with me, that's what sucks about showing your friends. x_X They're compelled to be nice.Dance of the Fairies12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Girl With The Lip RingSaw the girl with the lip ring again today.The Girl With The Lip Ring11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her star tattoo shooting across her hip
Just above the waist of her low rise jeans.
She was every B-cup fantasy I'd ever had.
Her burgundy hair was up,
Her bangs were down.
On her wrist,
A gauntlet of small bracelets,
Running half way up her arm,
Hiding the attempts.
Behind her dark sunglasses
Big green eyes.
I'd seen them before.
Lucky kind of green.
That ring hugging her lower lip,
Created a crease in it.
She walked past me.
My eyes followed,
Of her round hips.
She looked over her shoulder,
"Maybe tomorrow," I said,
Teenage GirlTeenage Girl5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was the perfect teenage girl, the child every parent wanted to raise.
Behind that mask of hers though,
she wanted to be something else.
Something more...risky and dangerous.
She wanted to have fun, break rules, and just go crazy for once.
Over the summer she broke out of her shell.
The feeling was undescribable...being free!
She promised herself she wouldn't get too crazy.
It wasn't long before that promise was broken.
She lied, cheat, and didn't listen.
She got into sex and drinking, leaving her more alone than ever.
She reached out to guys to make her feel better, more wanted and special.
Her friends started to question stuff about her.
That one decision she made,
to completely change and experience something new changed her life...
and it happened so fast.
DerangedA simple balance of realities in the brain helps one to function properly in a world of mere perception. There is a bridge that causes the balance of interpretation to go smoothly without disruption. When this bridge is somehow broken or tampered with, the balance is thrown off and the perception of the world once seen by the person is altered completely into a delusional dream. This alteration can wreak havoc on the persons' mind and allow madness to take over. This madness is a reaction to the default which is now their brain. The person may or may not know that something destructive has taken place and stands oblivious to everything. On the other hand, one may know of the change and use it to their advantage.Deranged11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insanity is an illness, a state of the mind that can cause one to do harm upon themselves, someone, or something else. It disables the conscience to tell right from wrong and any morality once obtained by the person will be lost in the delusion. Paranoia, Schizophren
AloneAlone11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all of this pain
all the emotions i dont show
my true feelings
locked down so low
in the botton of my heart
locked up so long
no real emotions
there all gone
so please forgive me
if i seem so depressed
im never happy
my minds a mess
hoping that someone will come
save me from all this
no longer feel numb
all of this pain
all the emotions i dont show
my true feelings
locked down so low
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.Love4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.
It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.
It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.
It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.
It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
Konohigh Ch. 6Naruto walked onto the school campus. What was with that dream? He thought. I don't think of Hinata that way. Damn perv must have just filled my head with it. He remembered the dream that he had the previous night.Konohigh Ch. 64 years ago in Romance More Like This
In the dream Naruto stood in front of a house. He looked around to see nothing but a white background. "Hello! Is anyone here?" He yelled out into the emptiness. He walked up to the house and knocked on the door. He knocked once more but no one appeared to be home. He twisted the doorknob to see that it was unlocked.
He walked into the empty house. "No furniture? Does anyone live here?" Naruto then heard a soft humming coming from upstairs. "I guess someone does live here." He whispered to himself as he walked up the stairs cautiously. The humming got a bit louder. Naruto peeked into each of the doors but found no one in them. "That leaves that last door." He went over to the door at the end of the hallway and put his ear against it. "Yup someone's in this room
NAruHina: Ordinary High School? Ch. 10NaruHina: Ordinary High School? Ch. 10NAruHina: Ordinary High School? Ch. 104 years ago in Romance More Like This
*At Hinata's house*
Hinata's cell phone rang and she saw that it was Naruto calling her.
"Hey, Naruto," Hinata said into the receiver.
"Hi Hinata, so are you busy tonight?" Naruto asked.
"Nope, what do you have in mind?"
"Just be ready at 5:00, that's when I'll pick you up, okay?"
Hinata hung up the phone.
12:00 o'clock, she thought, just great. That means I have five hours What am I going to do all day?
Hinata cleaned her room and still had 4 hours and 45 minutes until her date. She picked out an outfit, a purple dress that had spaghetti straps and was knee-length and had a purple belt at the waste, and she still had 4 hours. Hinata took another shower and curled her hair, 3 hours. She put on her outfit, did her make-up and walked down stairs, and into the kitchen, only to be stopped by Neji.
"Woah, aren't you dolled up? Where are you going?" Neji asked.
Hinata rolled her eyes as she grabbed an apple off of the counter. She walked to
NaruFest: Kissing BoothThe weather had been awful the previous day. The ground was still muddy and soggy, mushy from the hard downpour the thunderstorm had let loose upon Konoha. The winds had managed to uproot several electricity poles throughout the city, and tree limbs dotted the streets like decorations.NaruFest: Kissing Booth4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So it was with great difficulty that Hinata managed to maneuver her way through the wreckage to
The only happy ones about this are the plants, Hinata thought somewhat begrudgingly. It was no easy feat, getting around numerous fallen branches and splashing through tons of puddles. Hinata's feet were soaked, and as she parked her bike y the side of the school and walked in, they squished and squelched against the ground with every step she took. And she took a lot of steps. Because, you know, short people need to.
Hinata, needless to say, was not in the most pleasant of moods that morning.
But once she walked inside the building, she felt her edginess ease slightly. The almost-re
Seasons and Endings, Summers and Dandelion WineSeasons and Endings, Summers and Dandelion Wine3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The first memory of her I have is of the first of June, the very beginning of summer. My friends and I have always held an annual party in the nearby beaches, each always a little different than the last.. Squished in a big black van with a bunch of miscellaneous friends and quite a few others who were just friends of friends of friends. The amount would grow every year, every face not quite the same.
It didn't matter who you were, just that you're along for the ride together- everyone laughed and joked, already high on the fresh summer air and the ocean breeze we could almost taste. There was your best friend Davey and that one girl who used to smile at you when you walked down the dusty hallways of the schoolyard. There was the girl with the bright, rainbow colored skirts and the boy with the broken smile, arm hooked around his cheerfully talkative boyfriend. Looking around the crowded van and giving a name to every face (some squished with five others on a single seat, others swayin
Let Go Hold OnLet Go Hold On3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything that matters or should matter let it go
Every person that ever loved you or will love you let them go
Every dream or wish you've ever had let them all go
Every wrong you never corrected just let go
Every hurt you ever felt or will know let them go
Every joy you may bring to others that brought joy to you let them all go
Giving up is easy
But holding onto all that is dear to you or that you'll ever care for
Is what sets us apart from those that just give up and those that refuse to walk away
My DearestDearest Robert,My Dearest4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Every night I walk the narrow path to The Door, Your Door. (I tell no one. I make sure they're not watching). They tried to keep me from you. Did you know they hid the letters? They hid them, but I found them in the attic underneath a pile of your clothes. They tried to donate those too, but I stopped them. I had a fit and I made them stop. Everyday my nightgown is damp with tears, but at night I have comfort. I know you're with me then.
Already there is talk of moving on. It's been a whole year, they say. I need to Let Go, Move On, but I'm making plans of moving in. They tire of me day after day; not dressing, hardly eating, forever staring out the window waiting for you to come home. I am such an unbearable weight to them. All I can think about is you.
I can hear your voice like a carousel, around and around again. Like children in the park. Ice cream giggles and dandelion puffs. Those ice tea chats on the front porch with your folks, the days whe
The Loungemascara band-aidsThe Lounge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cosmic blush
tepid hand shakes
and trysts of lust
the panther prowl
smoke rings gather
in spectral mist
elbows and twists
shoulders furled up
in the cold
no one knows
which way to go
but car crashes
are just as common,
UnspokenThere isUnspoken5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a black spot in my mind
suspended in the shadow of my last thought,
upon the stem of the most distant flower
that perpetually comes back
in the pale night,
even though I lean forward
like a veil
ascended to the stars
of which dream
shall I wake up from my talents
to confuse the light that uncovers me
against my will?
If I changed face
I would not be anymore forbidden
to hide upon myself,
like a grain in a corner
ice in the center of silence
If You and IIf You and I4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you and I,
Were to live another day,
Known as tomorrow,
Would I be able to accept,
Such a sorrow.
If you and I,
Were to live another moment,
Relive that moment,
Because I wouldn't,
Be able to get enough,
If you and I,
Could be together,
Would that be enough time,
For me to show you all the love,
That I may hold for you?
If you and I,
Were to leave each other,
At this moment,
Would you forget me?
Never think about me,
Even if it was just another moment?
If you and I,
Could live another night,
Would you be sleepless,
Right beside me,
In this sleepless night.
If you and I,
Without a trace, Tonight,
Would I be able to fill the void?
The void that would remain,
In my heart,
For all the nights,
Of my life.
AloneAlone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits alone, over there in the dark corner.
The walls painted black, the floor covered in blood.
Tears running down her cheek, her hair covers the deep wounds.
She aims the knife against her throat; "the one deeply wounded
shall not continue his journey in pain, but rather live forever in paradise".
PlaygroundPlayground3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
FragmentFragment5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drained of all words
in the light of a premature sunrise
this defenceless soul of mine
coming back to the roots of the stars -
through the waves
of my unending sea
*English translation of original Italian text:
"Prosciugata di tutte le parole
nella luce di un'alba prematura
quest'anima mia inerme
ritorna alle radici delle stelle -
attraverso le onde
del mio mare infinito"
The Beginning Or The End?The Beginning Or The End?The Beginning Or The End?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I dreamed a dream that was in my head. I had unexpectedly taken an afternoon nap, resting peacefully in our secret place. I laid out on the softness of an old quilted blanket I often took with me when I went deep within the woods outside of the town of Chester. My aunt Lori had made it when she was just a girl and then gave it to me when I was born. Raggedy and slightly torn, it was the perfect thing to use for a picnic without fear of it getting ruined because it was already on its way out. Octagon pieces of fabric of faded reds, blues, and grays, decorated lightly with tiny daisies. The stitching was obviously done by a child, tighter in some areas and loose in the others where hands had grown tired from sewing lessons.
The sun was nigh, warming my skin through breaks in the tree branches overhead. The backs of my eye lids were swimming in crimson-orange flickering light from the shadows of the swaying trees in the comf
The Unread LetterThe Unread Letter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I could go back in time
I would, and say what I really wanted to say
Then maybe, just maybe you would still be mine
And I never would have had to go through all of this pain
I yearn to take it all back
To cast away every word that was said
I want you to know I didn't mean any of that
Because I knew you were the one when we first met
You're the one that let go
I was the one to get left behind
You're the one that took my soul
I was the one that had a break down that night
You said nothing
And left me waiting
I needed you to say something
I silently pleaded for you to say anything
Maybe I thought it was a hollow threat
But I knew it was a damaging move you meant
If I only had one wish
I would ask to see you once again
And then I would beg for forgiveness
Just to try and undo all of my unjustified destruction
Every mistake made
All of the tears that were shed
PrisonerPrisoner3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
her dreams all broken loose.
escaped her past,
they roost now in the tangles
of her disordered present.