Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
YouYou3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
Alan Kayson: BioAlan Kayson: Bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Alan Kayson
Personality Traits: distrusting, blunt, hard working, honest, a bit paranoid, can be a friendly if he trusts you, dry humor.
Likes: Boy things, sports like basket ball, video games, rock bands. arcades, cartoons
Dislikes: humans, police, liars,
Attributes: As a mutant he has time altering abilities, he can reverse or rewind time. He can pause time, although doing so drains his energy, he cannot rewind time more then a week as it would potentially kill him. He also has shape shifting abilities, but can only shape shift into certain animals. He also has an accelerated healing factor but it takes time for him to regenerate in the span of five minutes.
Weakness: Can be a gullible if he trusts them, can snap if provoked. Freezing time would often drain him of his energy, and it takes hours for him to recover it. So he has to balance it and use it well.
Back Ground: Alan Kayson was born to a mutant fath
I Have The Letters.I Have The Letters.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have the letters, I just can't find the words.
According to the Oxford dictionary there are 171,476 words in the English language currently in use. You'd think out of 171,476 words, thousands of songs and endless quotes, and whatever else it is that people use nowadays to get the point across; I could find the means to put a simple sentence together.
I hate those days.
The days when the words have no flow. There is no rhythm, no rhyme. Just an endless thought process, jumbled and unable to make any sense of things. I don't understand. Words have always been easy. I've never been at a loss of what to say. And when I can't create my own, there are song lyrics. Chances are your feelings are not unique. Everyone has felt like you at one point or another. There is someone out there who can relate. You just don't know this yet. Or maybe you do. But as soon as I start thinking about this I am at a loss.
The letters are there. I just can't find the words I need. The words I need to make you
Better Left Unsaid.You'll be a lawyer-Better Left Unsaid.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be a writer.
You'll probably make more money but-
At least we'll both be doing things we love.
And we'll live on a farm,
Just like you always wanted and...
I want to marry you-
I can't imagine myself with anyone else.
But you don't know that.
We'd both laugh if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
I can see us staying up late...
Watching kiddie movies and eating chocolate ice cream.
And having candle lit dates on our bedroom floor-
Taco Bell, of course.
And on winter evenings, we'll curl up on the couch...
With hot chocolate...
As I read aloud to you-
From a book of my choice, of course.
But you don't know this...
You'd think I was weird if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
And one day we'll pick out a huge chair.
A chair for cuddling.
And when I'm sad-
You'll hold me in our chair...
And we'll both stay real quiet,
Taking each other in.
And eventually we'll start to talk-
Quiet murmurs at first...
Love GoodbyeLove Goodbye2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You may say you love me
But you never let me see
When i look away
You will never stay
Your heart is always on the move
Your love is so untrue
Then finally with a sigh
I will say goodbye
she knows her paper cuts by name.Rose bloodshe knows her paper cuts by name.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
or the crisscross
of origami limbs?
as deep &
as the ocean;
Notice MeLook up from your desk.Notice Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look up from your book.
Look up from your laptop
or iPod and songs.
Why can't you see me?
Why don't you care?
Why won't you answer my letters?
Do you even know my name?
Do you even recognize my face?
Do you even think of my eyes?
InsaneSometimes I believeInsane3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am going insane.
I don't know
when it started,
but I'm aware of it.
I hear things.
I see things.
I feel things . . .
that aren't there.
Nothing was there.
I hear voices.
I see shadows.
I feel like
I am being watched.
Am I losing it?
hear something growl
in my ear.
When all is silent.
I see shadows,
movement in the dark,
a person next to me.
But when I turn,
nothing is there.
I'm paranoid . . .
I'm scared . . .
I'm anxious . . .
I can't stand it!
Someone help me!
I don't understand
what is wrong
Stop screaming at me!
Stop growling at me!
Make the voices
I'm insane . . .
I've gone utterly mad . . .
Yellow Crayon"Mommy? What if the plane crashes?" "It won't, Emily." Sarah sighs in frustration. Still trying to settle into the plane after a hectic morning she now has hundreds of questions to contend with. An old lady across the aisle smiles. "Is it her first time flying" Sarah smiles apologetically as she tries to cram a bag into the overhead compartment. "Is it really noticable?" "Not at all. I'm Barbara, and this is my husband, Charles." Sarah holds out one hand as she balances the bag half inside the compartment. "I'm Sarah. This is my daughter, Emily." Emily looks away from the window and gives a toothless smile. "I'm thwee!" The old couple laughs and Sarah finally succeeds in her fight with the bag and collapses into her seat. "Mommy! Look! we're over the ocean!" Sarah nods absently. Emily is occupied long enough for a nap, right?Yellow Crayon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An insistent tugging on her arm pulls Sarah from her sleep. "What Emily?" Sarah rubs at her eyes as Emily points excitedly out the w
ApplesSweet and sensual,Apples2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.
My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.
You Can't Stop MeYou Can't Stop Me:You Can't Stop Me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Cold, I'm sittin' here,
You see me cut the lights out
Stains on the inside;
I'm tired of being wiped out.
Cleaned, like the stone weathered down in the rain,
You wore me down to my core; now let me bring on the pain!
Uh-huh, now let me turn it slow for you all
Uh-huh, I'm grabbin' at the stars till they fall
Uh-huh, I'm never gonna die; I stand tall
Uh-huh, I'm breakin' through this fuckin' brick wall.
You know, that I will be the voice in your mind.
You know, that it will be the lyrical kind
You see, the way I put my words into rhyme
If I was rapping out of rhythm, man this would be a crime.
So hear, my voice and I will make you believe
That I, still have a few tricks up my sleeve.
I'm not, a criminal with a disease
So let me hear you once more, let me make you believe
Uh-huh, I'm turnin' it slow for you all
Uh-huh, I'm grabbin' at the stars till they fall
Uh-huh, I'm n
Stand aloneA girl stands,Stand alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone and weak
As insults rain down
Across her rosy cheeks
Staining once pure skin
Is a knife to her heart.
Just kill yourself
No one would care
Silently she moves
Their taunting words
Haunting her every move
Where are you going?
Oh wait it doesn't matter
No one would love a bitch like you.
When she gets home,
Her mother doesn't ask
How she is
She goes to her room,
Cries more than she ever has before
And wishes for her life to end
As she falls asleep
She prays for some escape
From her personal hell.
Then she awakens the next day
To begin it all over again
Who would ever love a girl like her?
Waiting for Him: Spain x Fem!RomanoWaiting for Him: Nyotalia x HetaliaWaiting for Him: Spain x Fem!Romano3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairings: Spain x Fem!Romano, eventual Germany x Fem!Italy and others.
Warning for Lovina's language.
I sat with my feet hanging from the dock. Back and forth, I watched my olive tinted legs swing on the old, worn wood. The teal ocean below me bobbed softly for once, mellow and quiet. Resting my head on my resting palm, I gazed at the rippling water. 'He will be gone soon, like he always has'
Like he always does.
My vision glazed over as I mindlessly stared at the water. Breathe, blink, and repeat, over and over. Maybe the ocean could wash all my feelings away. Maybe, just maybe. Then the water changed colors, revealing a new image. Him. I kicked my foot at the water, sending him away…But he didn't go. I turned my head up to meet his eyes. Kind, emerald and, sparkling but somehow a bit less than usual. I let out a soft breath and pulled my feet from the water, taking his outstretched hand. So
Quietly suicidal."Those things'll kill you,Quietly suicidal.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I'm counting on it, sweetheart."
RotG Half Blood: Chapter OneFan Fiction 2: RotG: Half Blood Fanfiction Jack Frost/ReaderRotG Half Blood: Chapter One2 years ago in Romance More Like This
(h/c): hair color
(h/l): hair length
(e/c): eye color
Chapter 1: Always Believed
‘Winter’s open wings,
Frozen and soft feathers,
Fly across the sky.’ – A. C. Craft
You wake up to your cell phone vibrating on your nightstand. It was your new friend Tara she texted you saying ‘it’s Christmas Holidays 8D, and it snowed last night... .’
You hop out of your bed and cheer, “YAY! Christmas Vacation.” You rush getting on a tanktop and a pair of shorts. In your house it is a tradition that at the first snowfall/snow day you run outside and dive into the snow with summer clothes on. You open your door and your 9 year old twin half brothers Seth and Taren were ready to do the same thing. They smile mischievously and run down the three flights of stairs. You sat on the railing and slid down the stairs pas
Androphobiai was stitched lips and a flightless raven heart-Androphobia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all sex and a contorting spine;
his own lips engraving 'kiss me's' on empty stars.
& between you and me: i feared his teeth,
& tongue, & honest organs-
with skin that begged, 'please, don't touch me.'
don't touch me.
don't fucking touch me.
i am not soft.
there is a war raging in my lungs,
screaming through the uncharted galaxies
of my wanderlust heartstrings.
i am not soft.
i am lust, & war, & envy
i am sin,
& the kind of prosetry yet to be proofread.
but he wanted to claim my guarded ghost eyes
and crossed legs.
'justlet me hold you.'
his callused hands were cancer,
my still body, a clock.
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
Kiss Your Scars GoodbyeAs liquid regret drips down your face,Kiss Your Scars Goodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight,
Because one day, I promise they will fade into yesterday,
And be erased for the next tomorrow.
Your most frightening nightmares could transform
Into your most glorious daydream.
Remember to say goodbye to your tears,
Because once they leave,
It will be quite a while before they do return.
Darling, lift your sleeves,
And show the world that what was once hidden
Behind fear and lost emotions,
Is now exposed and ready to flee from your
I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight,
Because one day…
I promise, they will fade into yesterday…
And be erased into eternal tomorrows.
Love at 12345th Sight [chapter five]Love at 12345th Sight [chapter five]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
At first you thought your day couldn't get any weirder... that until you were half frozen and saw another Jack walking through the door.
The first Jack rolled his eyes and turned to face the second Jack. "Couldn't you just wait one more minute before you ruined my fun, Frost?"
"Let her go, Pitch," the second Jack ordered.
"Oh! Sure, sure, dear Jack," he said with fake embarrassment. "But you see I can only make ice, not melt it..."
Jack Number One began to change. He grew taller and you saw he was no longer wearing his blue hoodie but a long black tunic instead. Even though he was giving you his back you could see his hands were gray and he had black spiky hair. He was holding tightly a stone-black staff nothing alike his past one. This staff was smooth and plain, and in your opinion scarier.
Next to Jack Number Two you saw a group of...people? First off there was a tiny yellow guy, who even though was smaller than Sophie he had a grown man's determined face. Then a huge muscular man w
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.