Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,Baby's lullaby2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
SoMa- Short StorySoMa- Short Story3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Lately something's been going on with Maka. Whenever she was
upset or couldn't handle pressure she was in, she would run off to
the Cuttlefish Exhibit in Death Citys' local zoo. So everone thought
it would be better if they all went for fun, instead of Maka on a
Patti: "OK, LETS GO SEE ANIMALS!!!!!"
Maka:*Smiles, smile disappears, runs back to the Cuttlefish Arena.*
Soul:*Turns around to wonder why Maka isn't coming, and sees her
running from the group*, "....MAKA!"*runs after her*
Maka:*Blankly staring at cuttlefish*
Soul:"Maka!"*Runs to where she is and is now sitting next to her*,"Why
did you run off?"
Maka:*Still staring*, "Is it so bad I like cuttlefish?"
Soul:"No...but you keep running off here. Something wrong?", he said
with a concerned look on his face.
Maka:*Stares at cuttlefish like he didn't say anything*. "I like
cuttlefish because they're different. I feel stra
Looking BackThis freedom will soarLooking Back2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
straight through your heart
and catch the wind
slipping through your fingers
laughing at those stuck in the mud
too blind to see the vine they could pull themselves out with
This is the first valid break
through the chain that linked me to the past
and I feel so much lighter
like I could have a future untouched by blood
like I will
Refreshing, clear water
cool and sparkling
the wind rushing through my hair
touching something deep within me
until there is
a differentiation, a clarity all around me,
a recognised reality
and this illumination in my heart
unlocks a barrier, opens a door,
I step through and don't look back.
Because I threw the first shovelful of dirt on your grave.
You Play A Risky GameYou Play A Risky Game3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You play a risky game but there's a stake;
You will not know how much it hurts, until
You go farther than the body can take;
You cannot break the bond against your will.
You think it is fair game, but it is not.
You think it is alright, but you don't know.
It is not just a game, but we have fought.
So many times you've done it, that it shows.
I have seen many others do it too,
But we still stop in time to save your life.
You have to know what's pure and sweet and true.
You have to learn how to put down the knife.
All you need to do is pick up a pen,
We'll stop in time to save your life, again.
LA POESIA NOS HIZO ESTO.Tu forma acuosa,LA POESIA NOS HIZO ESTO.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
la mía en caída definitiva,
mi vientre mutilado esparciendo su carne agria
como si yo me devorara lo ausente de las tripas.
Originariamente el hambre haciendo belleza
cada una de mis ciudades oscuras,
cicatrices destrozadas por el peso de una caricia
que llevaba un número plural de uñas
desde lo puro de un beso
hasta la ternura más blasfema,
pero yo me mecía enturbiada de daño por la rareza de un lenguaje
en hilada desnudez contra la nieve que,
me calentó los latidos que llevaba por hostias,
las tantas que me naufragaron hasta el hueso de una rotura.
sucumbí a la confianza de un desalojo
y no pude abrirme de piernas a un amor tan homicida.
Revenge Part 3Revenge Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Revenge Part 3
A few days later Christine left for the Halloween party at her brothers house. She had dressed up as a witch, which was a little ironic, considering the things she and Melissa wanted to do that evening.
The moment she arrived at the party Steve saw her and came to her to greet his girl. Wow, you look stunning in that costume. He had dressed up as a vampire lord. You look great too. Christine replied. They went on talking about minor themes, such as the weather and the costumes of other guests. After a while Christine excused herself for a moment and searched for a toilet.
Locking the door behind her she took a deep breath. Suddenly her hand started moving in strange patterns. Hey stop that Christine thought. Melissa asked. Christine smiled. Of course. I know how hard it is to break old habits. Melissa said. You dont have to be, silly. And I think that it might be better, if you do the whole m
DOLOR DE PUTA.Dice se le vierten los poemas del coño,DOLOR DE PUTA.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
que toda su carne huele a violines mojados,
que le crujen los pulmones cada vez que lo respira,
y lo deja todo perdido de salpicaduras de un hambre antigua
muy hecha raíz por tanto que la padece,
—más que hambre es un pulso de fiebres
que tiene consigo misma—,
que va a lo sexo de un sexo con manos frías
y desde allí siente un escozor a relámpago hechizado,
y le arde la grieta por donde se dio a luz
sin cuerpo que le cubra todo ese fuego,
en un caer de heridas misteriosas,
en un lagrimeo por tanta minusvalía nocturna,
que a veces se recuerda con una soga en la vulva
en lo pensado de hombre,
y se tiembla, se tiembla hasta que vomita
crucifijos y laberintos,
que se abandona a su dolor de puta
ante tanta ojera desbordada,
cicatriz abismo, lo amoratado de insomnio
en el aborto de traumas magistrales
y caricias de pico curvo,
que sus tetas están cansadas de tanta hostia.
Your Smile"I hate how this stupid law keeps us apart!" Black Star said as he clenched his fists, Tsubaki looked at him and frown.Your Smile3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I know " Tsubaki said with tears dwelling up in her eyes. Black Star went up to her and caressed her cheek.
"Please don't cry Tsubaki " Black Star said as he tried to wipe the tears away. Tsubaki hugged Black Star and cried on his shoulder. His hold was light then it tightens,
"Black Star " Tsubaki said as she let a scream out of pain in her soul. Black Star could feel it too which made him want to beat the crap out of a guy. Tsubaki let go of him slowly and kissed his cheek. "Arigatou..." She said as she held onto his neck, Black Star held onto her hips.
"Ne, Tsubaki-chan "
"I-I love you " Tsubaki smiled gently and went closer to him, whispering in his ear "I know " Tsubaki backed away and smiled.
"Eh? Aren't you going to say it too?!" Black Star said as he scratched his cheek.
"I will if you can catch me!" with Tsubaki sayin
In My Mind She SwaysIn my mind she swaysIn My Mind She Sways2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dances back and forth in between neuron transmittors.
Rapid fire thought, day-dream believer, hippie, lover.
She tastes the rain like good tea,
feels the rain like thunder in the vein.
Second-hand life, worn out couches, strife.
Two wrongs never did make a right &
bombs never did have sight
so she wandered out
& left her light on
but they couldn't follow,
the sky wasn't clear.
Your nights reign supreme
& your summer skies are black,
in my mind she sways
in my mind she's back
and that's the only place she'll stay
NaPoWriMo: Day 2sometimes,NaPoWriMo: Day 21 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have this
sudden urge to cut
most of the time,
i just wish I were anything
other than me.
a rocket ship, a bird-
the sweet flavored smoke
I promised my girlfriend
these briar patch lungs
would not in.hale.
i have fallen in love
with the strangest of things-
eyes that intimidate
the way my scars
play hide and seek
with her hands. -
the love letters
that start and end
pressed against limbs.
i make promises
i know i can not keep.
but if i were a liar
i would say i was tired
of writing to the stars.
Encouraging Words Warning: THIS IS A SPOILERSPOILER ALERT FOR CHAPTERS 614 AND 615. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT THEN READ THE CHAPTERS NOW! of course, if you want.Encouraging Words Warning: THIS IS A SPOILER2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hinata saw light through her covered eyes and tried her best to open them as she had come to her senses. She peered as the intense light stung her eyes closing them tightly. After a short time Hinata tried again wanting to know more of where she was… Hinata heard faint beeping and hums in the room, but other than that it was complete silence. When Hinata's eyes eventually got used to the blinding light she opened her eyes slowly as she saw the familiar surroundings. It didn't take long for her to figure out she was in the hospital. She sighed deeply and immediately flinched in pain.
"Note to self – don't sigh," She said in her mind.
Hinata heard faint noises from outside her door. She figured it was nurses and doctors running through the halls desperately getting to patients. Then it hit
EL GUASAP.Te envío este guasap, porque, ya sabes,EL GUASAP.11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
te echo de menos. Una infinidad.
Y me he acordao' de cuando esas canciones,
sí, las de los Clash. Joder, qué tiempos.
Y las tardes de domingo en el parque
bebiendo cervezas y fumando porros sin parar.
No sé, el caso es que me duele. No hablarnos.
Tus ojitos calibre .38.
Y tus manos pasando las hojas de un Bukowski,
mientras tu voz hurgándome en lo muy yo,
y yo que me corría en silencio en tu pausar.
Quizá si pudieras perdonarme, me dolería menos.
Hablo de esta ausencia, de este vomitar antílopes cojos.
Quizá si pudiera perdonarme, el no amarte lo suficiente,
yo no estaría con estas ganas de...
Me falta tu polla, cariño.
¿Vienes y follamos y me matas por última vez?
When opposites attractHinata: I watch you from afarWhen opposites attract3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
with all your confidence
even all these years that passed by
you havent changed who you really are
Naruto: Im always looking at you with admiration
i love how your so shy and kind
my feelings for you are as strong as you
and i really wish to make you mine
Both: were both different from eachother
yet our feelings are the same
shining day and dark night
yet we both have our perfect time
Hinata: Im shy and your enerjetic
Naruto: Im goofy and your shy
Both: Not the same but ill still work
Cuz we both know
that opposites attract
Lost in sadness.Lost in my dreams,Lost in sadness.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Lost in my thoughts.
Looking for hope,
Looking for you.
and falling apart
Feeling so hopeless
away from the sun
tired,searching the smile,
realizing it's gone for a while...
FireworksFireworks3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ryan, hurry up!" Jessica called for her bestfriend
"Just a minute," Ryan lumbered after her at the top of a hill. "Lemme rest first!"
Jessica laughed. She put her hands on her hips as she looked up at the sky. It was beautiful. Clear even if there were a few stars. The fireworks were going to start any minute and she did not want Ryan to miss or forget this. She wanted him to hurry up; she was getting excited.
"You really should get out and run more often", She watched Ryan lie on the ground, panting. "Your stamina is---"
Ryan raised his hand as if to tell her to discontinue. He was the type of person who would stay indoors and play Dota all day.
"Thak you," he said while catching his breath "I will keep that in mind."
Jessica ran to him. She took his outstretched hand and pulled him to his feet. Then, she led-no-dragged him to the hilltop.
"Come one!" she urged "It's nearly 7:30!"
Ryan checked his watch. 7: 29. According to Jessica, the fireworks would go off at 7:30. They
Awake in a Lucid PlaceBlood like cherry soda, sugary heart tastes of sweet-tart tissues.Awake in a Lucid Place3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you alive Candy Man, is this the saccharine
you've been aching for?
I gulp down smoke in gluttonous gasps,
as the marijuana pounds a marshmallow pulse
through blood. A soft thud
as THC ignites fibers
to bioluminescent tissue.
Meat glittering like rubies.
Lighter sparks lightning on glass, thunderous clouds
spiraling down esophagus, expanding
(the grasp of eggplant kisses through amethyst eyes)
Violet layers of air faucet the senses. Lungs inhale,
only to be encrusted in bruised oxygen.
To ingest atmospheres of lavender and
untitledseducing the writeruntitled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he'll seduce himself
if you're silent.
No Reason At AllI missNo Reason At All2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way the red would slide across my too-white flesh and I
would relax in the sweet taste of agony defeated.
the sound of the flesh tearing and the
gentle bite of the scissors,
stinging and kissing and letting the blood
hiding my secret relief under my clothes,
the exhilaration of unspoken words
curled through my skin
until one day they'll be readable
by no one.
taking chances and not even bothering to hide them
and having "please" in my leg
and not knowing why or
what it meant.
being able to rely on something so steadily
to know, for certain, that a scissor kiss would solve it all.
for no reason at all.
A Shoe TaleA Shoe Tale1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were a pair of red shiny shoes living in a boxful of dreams, on cloud-coated linens. One May day, a little girl found them sleeping next to each other, and she loved them so much that she took them out for an afternoon walk, sometimes tituppy, sometimes gingerly, on the sundressed alleys. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were cheerful, as they had never breathed such a crisp air before, and the chill of those spring days, after a good sturdy rain, was daintly tickling their soles, growing goosebumps on their skin.
The little girl was bursting with fidgetness. When she stopped to bathe in a tiny oasis, she briskly took off her shoes and left them on the dewy grass. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were slightly afraid, as gloomy spiders and frowning mosquitoes were tamelessly rumbling around them. They cuddled tightly, to make the fear go away, like salt in a desert storm. The fear started to vanish itself, as the two realized that they were not alone. They were a p
She Said, He Said"miss me?"She Said, He Said4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"parts of you, yes."
BindingWithout a trace of thoughtlessness, IBinding2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am being taught to hate myself like a
distance between love and war and thyself
Uselessness in an empty shell, open
disregarded, all the warning signs
If I can't become me, who is
Like little butterflies through the desert we
Starve on wrong, wrong, being told we are
and the mystery continues to
manifest itself through colourless prisms
white light, hanging, heart's
suffocation and emptiness to the rain forest
By and by we suffer
but you don't know that,
or is it
me? Me? Am I
supposed to know, or is this all
never to make sense, only to
never-endingly continue in silence and I am
lying to you, I am not alright, can you save
I will not stand, the hatred will bend me
and burrow into the uselessness
for you to a love, love
and war dies in a heart broken before it
it was made.
I'll Expect You Won't Cry,I'll Expect You Won't Cry,3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's been the same steady pattern for as long as I can remember. As long as my back has been against this hospital bed. As long as the oxygen has been blowing into my nose and the respirators have been attached to my chest. As long as I can remember.
Every hour, on the hour they come into my room. Dressed in funny outfits with amusing pictures of Spongebob Squarepants or Winnie the Pooh on them. They put their cold machinery to my heart, lungs, and stomach. They change my IV every day when it runs dry. It feels like the hole in my vain is getting bigger and bigger because of it. They touch my face and move my hair. Oh, what a poor boy, they say. He was so young.
I'm as good as dead to them. Considering they talk about me as if they where visiting my open casket. They would change out their colorful outfits for ones more appropriate for mourning a lost soul. They'd place flowers I'd never smell next to me and s
Should you find yourself weary of the real world let me get lost hereShould you find yourself weary of the real world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the air there's a
sense of community
belonging for those who
don't know where else to
let me step slowly through
let me run my fingers along
the many spines of knowledge
in words we find a
common bond that goes
mostly unspoken but is
still sometimes whispered
behind hands and pages
let me breathe in this scent
of ink old and new and the
soft sounds of paper bindings
resting in hands and fingertips
tracing the hero's journey
or years of research or
the feelings of someone long gone
whether we come seeking facts
seeking truth or seeking freedom
we all gather here and there's
a sort of sanctity thought the
walls bear no special paint nor
the windows any specific colors
let step quietly among the legacies
and loves gone by and
pears and nearspears and nears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
monday afternoon and
my lover is studying;
i am wondering if he remembers that time when
we learnt together the geometric shapes -
circled are his lips when
the sun draws himself upon them;
i am jealous.
earth has his own anatomy -
them science people called him "pear";
maybe the fruit was before the planet
or maybe the planet grew out of it,
which makes us pearestrials, but
i wouldn't know;
i don't do science.
i don't even do words -
words are too academic sometimes;
it's propestorous (exclamation mark)
and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours;
i'm sorry when i stumble,
you know my forefinger is high heel sensitive;
there's too many is in the world.
monday's moving towards evening
my lover's still studying
earth is still a pear
there's Pretty Woman on tv
the food is not getting any w