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...
I Might Need YouI think I might need you,I Might Need You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But here's the thing:
I'm spinning out of control
And careening off the side of the road.
I pretend to hold on to the wheel,
But we both know I'll crash.
It wasn't a fair fight.
If you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would hear me whispering
"I want you."
"I need you."
And if you would listen,
If you would actually listen,
You would know that
We are horribly wrong
For each other,
And that my words mean nothing.
But what's to stop us from
Sharing our sheets anyway?
We sleep folded together
Like slips of origami paper
Pressed so tightly that
We could not possibly split.
I think I might need you,
But here's the thing:
I really wish I didn't.
I wish it was you,
And not me.
AnorexicThe absence of essenceAnorexic8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fighting the hole within
Hunger burns into her stomach walls
Itching to be fed
Nothing can solve the need
She won't give in
Her brain tells her,
She's won control
Banishing the hunger
Vanishing the need
Refusing to surrender
The mirror repeats otherwise
Screaming for her to admit defeat
Ribs protruding from her abdomen
The pelvic bone jagged and sharp
Her hair frail and thin
Facial expressions of triumph reign over her face
Signaling the joy of her skeletally bony figure
But her eyes,
Crystalline and blue,
Reveal the truth
The anger and waves dissatisfaction that shroud her in clumps
The public whispers otherwise
They smile at the slender little girl
Speaking with kindness to the petite girl
Never understanding what she feels
They tell her she's pretty
Thin and small
They tell her they're envious
They inform her that beauty is thin
These words only encourage her
Egging her on
Making her go farther
Till she can't go no more
What is Love? Ch. 1-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-What is Love? Ch. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What is love?
From the beginning of time poets, philosophers, artists, and musicians have attempted to capture and define the elusive and ineffable qualities that best portray the intensity that is this grandest of emotions. Yet the answer, to this seemingly simple question, has remained as indefinable as life itself. What is love? Why do we love? Who do we love? When do we know if its love? There are no easy answers to these, and many other questions. So, why then, do people insist on asking these questions?
Gaara couldnt understand it; yet for the past few days, that was precisely the question he had found himself asking.
What is love?
Was it a feeling of butterflies in ones stomach? A quick, nervous smile; uncontrollable laughter? Was it something physical: a jolt of electricity down the spine; a sharp intake of breath; an increase in salivation? Or was it
DarkI sit here aloneDark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All i feel is pain
All i think is dark
I cant control my feelings anymore
Happiness is but an illusion
I fake a smile
Inside I'm dying
What purpose does my life possess?
I'm hopeless at everything
I cant bare this pain
Its all i feel
Cut off from reality
Like an empty shell
What everyone's thinking
Many things swarm my mind
I cant escape it
It follows everywhere
Looms behind me
Caitlincaitlin musgrove is the definitionCaitlin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and prime example of the fact that
the very worst of things happen to the very best of people.
(warning: this is a cancer story.
this is a mother and daughter story.)
when caitlin grades quizzes, she writes a smiley face
on the top of the paper if you did well, or a
an even bigger smiley face if you didn't.
i didn't know caitlin's mom had cancer until
a couple of months ago
because caitlin's not only strong, but her damnation
might be the fact that she hides everything until she can't anymore.
but maybe that's also because she didn't want to tell me.
and that's understandable.
we're not best friends or anything (we're just good ones),
but she still tells me "just kidding" after every mean thing she says,
i still know i can tell her anything
and i know she'll try to understand and i know
that even if she can't, she'll still listen.
caitlin's mom died on saturday.
caitlin came to school on monday.
i once saw a boy threaten to punch another k
DifferencesIt's disturbingly surprising when you expect something to be different, but it's not. When you walk into a building whose every brick is imprinted in your memory from years of tracing patterns in the cracks, and expect something to have changed - new window, maybe, or perhaps a sea of unfamiliar faces - and yet, everything is the same. So much has changed inside of you; why hasn't all that change touched even a single leaf outside?Differences2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That freckled boy with the flaming hair? Still there, though a little taller now. That wrinkled lady whose head is forever tilted at a 45 degree angle to the left? Still sitting there in her same place. The child whom you're sure will grow up to be the next Beyonce, she's just got that attitude and fashion sense? Still blowing you out the water with her stylish getup, compared to your simple black dress.
You wonder if any of them noticed that you left, disappeared off to a land that is nothing but blurred images on a TV screen to them. That you were go
For a man diesBreathe Slowly,For a man dies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a Man dies every second, locked in the grip of the sky.
Walk with every step in mind,
Every twitch of a finger,
Every sound, from your head to the ground,
Keep them in mind.
For a man dies every second, the beginning of an eternal dance with the one in the heavens.
Remember every follicle of hair,
Every eye that stares, every moment of fear,
An evil glare, remember it all.
For a man dies every second, and a child cries for his death.
Live today like you'll wither the next,
For we too, can be locked in the reaper's grip.
What is Love -- a Sherlock BBC FanFicBored.What is Love -- a Sherlock BBC FanFic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock groaned and threw himself onto the couch, still in his dressing gown and slippers.
Being alone was so boring.
John was out, shopping, and Mrs Hudson went visiting her sister and wouldn't be back till Monday.
He needed something to distract him from the fact that it had been three days since he solved his last case. Playing the violin didn't help, the crossword puzzle in `The Times´ was already solved (hadn't taken more than seven minutes, five if his pen wouldn't had stopped writing) and Mrs Hudson had hidden his skull.
He wished John was back, but then he would have to go shopping for milk, and that was even more boring.
He decided that watching TV couldn't hurt, and it was funny to predict the plot of that crappy soap operas that were broadcasted in the morning.
And maybe there was something interesting in the news.
After a short time of canal hopping he knew that there was a drought at Southern Africa and that a third class actress was two timing her husb
Reactions Chp 2"Wohoo!" the knock and the call broke through the quiet of the flat.Reactions Chp 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was mid-morning and they hadn't had a client or case for the past three days. Of course they had their relationship to occupy them; but there really isn't much to be said about that.
Everything remained rather status quo for the two of them, save the fact that they're openly affectionate with each other. Well I say affectionate. John's got the hang of it quite well, using endearments more often than Sherlock's name and giving him multiple quick kisses throughout their day.
Sherlock isn't catching on quite as fast. He thinks the usage of endearments are sentimental and frivolous, or so he says. John however knows better because he sees the small smile that Sherlock can't suppress whenever he ends his sentences with "Love" or "Dear" instead of "Sherlock". But Sherlock refuses to use them on John, which is fine by him.
Sherlock is better on showing affection than saying it and in small ways is beginning to express it
The Case of the ShiversJohn cautiously watched Sherlock from where he was crouched by the frozen riverbank. The detective had spied something on the icy surface of the water, declared it to be important to the case, and had taken off before John could warn him against it. John, knowing better than to tempt the fates with both of their weights combined on the ice, stayed at the edge of the river and contented himself with shouting warnings at Sherlock, who brushed him off with unparalleled skill.The Case of the Shivers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
John turned his attention to the ice itself. He gently prodded the ice before him. It was rough, covered with ice crystals, and thick here, at the edge. However, that said nothing about the ice that Sherlock was currently standing on. Out in the middle of the river, the cold water underneath was bound to be rushing against it and keeping it from thickening. John worried his lip with his teeth as he looked out at the ice underneath Sherlock, hoping that the ice was thicker than it seemed, knowing that he was probably
Tell Me SoonTell Me SoonTell Me Soon3 years ago in Romance More Like This
a Johnlock fanfic
John stared at Sherlock from his seat in his armchair, newspaper abandoned on his lap in favour of eyeing the man across the room, who hadn't bothered to change out of his robe despite the late hour.
"Did you just say"
"Yes," Sherlock interrupted him, eyes unwavering boring into John's. "Does that surprise you?"
The possibility of this news surprising John caused Sherlock to be confused. He always had the strangest reactions to the most obvious things, because who wouldn't be surprised when they'd find out Sherlock Holmes was planning on writing a book?
"A bit, yeah," John admitted. He couldn't imagine Sherlock being interested long enough to finish ten pages, or even one. "What's it even going to be about?"
If he were to write about correct grammar use then sure, John could see him finishing thousands of books, but somehow he felt like that wasn't really what Sherlock had meant when he'd told him about his plan. John was very c
SH: Too CloseSH: Too Close3 years ago in Drama More Like This
References the episode The Reichenbach Fall
It wasn't the clatter of metal or the elevated beeping that woke John from his impromptu nap on the hospital bed. Those noises were commonplace; ingrained in his memory and flagged as only semi-important- not nearly important enough to raise consciousness.
Sherlock's soft grunt of pain had his senses on full alert immediately, however. His head jerked upwards so quickly he felt his neck pop, reaching over to soothe his friend even before he was fully awake.
"Shh, no it's fine, it's- Sherlock?" John shook his head, frowning as Sherlock pawed desperately at the electrocardiograph. "Don't, Sherlock. Don't touch-,"
"Don't want," Sherlock protested, his words nearly lost as they ran together. His normally brusque voice had been addled by the pain medication, though John worried it could also be the concussion.
"Too bad," John replied tiredly as he peeled the ghostly white fingers fr
BrokenHave you eaten, child?Broken6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No my love, it's too soon.
Have you water?
No my love, I drank it all
in the night.
I would keep near while you
refill your cup.
I can wait. I don't want the
water while you are here.
I should leave so you
will get your rest.
I will not rest if you go, for
I am broken with desire.
I will stop loving you.
I will go on loving you,
I always have.
Stream of Consciousness Rant 1wine glassStream of Consciousness Rant 15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of hand
close the wall
close your mind
out of code
a la mode
in the net
by the way
on the beach
lost on cue
in the mouth
in your glove
got your way
A Battle of Extremes(MR. CYNICISM, MS. SINCERE, and DR. PASSION congregate for battle.)DR. PASSIONA Battle of Extremes2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Where's all the booze, guys? Where's the music? I thought this was supposed to be a party.
This is a battle, not a party, good doctor. You may want to remove your lamp shade so you can be prepared to fight.
I didn't hear anything about no violence at this here get-together-battle-party-what-have-you.
That is the definition of battle: Where two or more parties come together and -
- come together and make a whole lot of excitement between them. See? That's what I'm saying.
I should have anticipated such a gross misinterpretation of the facts, given your appalling track record with regard to such things as facts.
I'm sure it was an honest mistake, a result of a miscommunication. We can all be friends still, right?
Aside from the battle, of course.
I wouldn't have it any other way.<
CutCut8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Glancing down at a silvery blade,
Tempted to feel how well it's made.
A simple draw across the surface
To quench a particular thirst...
Inside crying out for what was lost
One's pain going to give at the cost.
Silent rivers travel down,
To an orface shaped in a frown.
All has abandonned one's heart,
Thanks to being torn apart.
A calm air washes the victim,
As the red liquid falls from the limb.
EmptyMy life seems emptyEmpty2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and I don't know why
My life seems dull
and I wonder why
My mind feels numb
and I can't know why
My mind feels empty
and I now know why
My emotions are gone
and I can't even cry
My emotions are waiting
for when loved ones die
Carry You HomeCarry You HomeCarry You Home3 years ago in Humor More Like This
John has had a whopping total of eight and a half hours of sleep this week. Sherlock has had next to none. He'll close his eyes for five, ten minutes, just enough to keep them from drying out and popping right out of his head. John urges him to "for God's sake just take a nap" but this case is far too interesting.
For an entire week, they have been in pursuit of an extremely valuable gem, that since it was stolen from an elderly aristocrat, has been leaving death and destruction in its wake. It has entered five different hands and in turn produced five different corpses when the owner became boastful and the rival became jealous. The thing has taken them clear across London twice and they are always just a step behind. Sherlock is having a ball.
When finally, at the end of the seventh day, they recover the jewel from the neck of a young girl's teddy bear gifted to her by her shifty uncle for safe keeping, John is ready to drop. But not as literally as Sherlock. After the
Calypso's PastCalypso was favored as a child by the goddess Aphrodite, who blessed her with beauty and charm. As a young woman, Calypso loved and lived by the sea, where she gained the affections of the Greek god of the ocean, Poseidon. Charmed by her beauty and desirous of her love, Poseidon saw fit to bestow a gift of immortality upon Calypso, granting her power over the seas. Zeus, king of the gods, was angered that Poseidon would grant a human the gifts of the gods and planned to dispose of the false demigoddess; but when Zeus laid eyes on the enchanting beauty of Calypso, he then desired her for himself - when Calypso refused Zeus, he cursed her, and took from her all memory of her life. When Poseidon went to Calypso, she did not know him, and Poseidon, thinking she had only used him to gain her immortality left her presence. Calypso lived in solitude for many years, falling back into love with Poseidon, but banished from his company; unable to love, unable to hate, and unable to feeCalypso's Past8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Forgive Us?Trees are crying leaves of brown,Forgive Us?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the winds caress them,
hum to them.
Its touch is warming, like a breath of sun,
and it's voice is soft, tender as a
strum of the harp.
But the wailing continues,
and the sky responds by
adding its own voice, own tears.
And the rain is cold, cold.
trees gather to mourn.
Oak, Willow, Elm,
it all matters not.
For when volcanoes erupt,
their pride is forgot.
Their children play at war,
tell them they are "sorry,"
beg for their forgiveness,
and go back for more
But trees are strong,
and the world is huge,
and the world is huge,
while the babes are seedlings,
just sprouting forth,
and Mother would be happy
just to see them live.