The Girl in the MirrorI see her staring back at me. The stranger I have become.The Girl in the Mirror2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's strange; when I move my hand, her hand moves also. When I lean in closer to examine her grimy face, she does too, as if we're sharing a secret.
So what have I done, to be trapped in this place with only this nameless girl, she who is me but not me?
I lost myself long before I came here. I lost my perspective, my personality, my place in the book that is life.
Lots of girls say they decide to stop eating because of the superficial models in magazines or the peer pressure they felt to be skinny.
It wasn't that way for me.
It was autumn of last year; I had just made the cut for the drill team. It was the first sport I had ever been accepted for, and needless to say, I was excited.
Or so I thought.
Soon, I was told by the coach that I was too heavy and needed to shave several pounds off if I were to remain on the team. Soon, the team captain told me the same thing in cruder words.
I lost her. I lost the girl who was excited to
SorrowThrough sickness and health,Sorrow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
poorness and wealth,
real love is usually known.
But we, my dear,
share nothing but sorrow:
cry together, smile alone.
The Lord of the Rings AlphabetThe Lord of the Rings Alphabet8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Disclaimer thing: No, Lord of the Rings doesn't belong to me, but it was nice of you to ask. It belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, Chris Tolkien and…Affiliates. So there.
Author's Note: During the making of this glorious poem, I was without my books and I couldn't remember anything that began with K, Q, or X, so I left them empty for the time, obviously ruining the continuity later. However, these three terrific letters are put in at the end of the poem simply because I couldn't stand to see them left out in the cold. I even had them rhyme! Yay!
May you please enjoy very well!
A is for Aragorn, so soon to be king.
B is for Bilbo, who found the One Ring.
C is for Caradhras, a snowy mountainous wall.
D is for Dunedain, Aragorn's kin, proud and tall.
E is for Eowyn, beautiful maiden with blade.
F is for Frodo, a perilous journey he made.
G is for Gandalf, a wizard wise and brave.
H is for Haldir: in the movie, meets his grave. *sob*
Breaking the habbitCuttingBreaking the habbit4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a bad habbit
That becomes an addiction
We love the pain
We love the blood
We love the adrenaline
It causes numbness
To go away
Even if only for a moment
We know it's wrong
But we can't help it
We always say:
"Just one more"
And when we try to end it
It becomes worse
We miss the shine of the blade
The crimson color of the blood
And its taste on our mouth
The blade is caling me now
Should I attend to it?
Last Friday NightSummary: AU!! Yanagi Fuyumi wakes up not remembering most of what happened the night before until she finds herself waking up next to Staz C. Vlad, the most notorious delinquent at school.Last Friday Night3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Wake up in the morning and-OMG.
"Owwww, my head " Yanagi cradled her head as she woke up. She tried her best to smooth away the dull ache but it was to no avail. She moaned lightly, rolling onto the other side of her bed. Her hand landed on something solid and warm, making her want to move closer. When she squeezed herself close, she dazedly moved with the movement of heat wait, movement?
She cracked open one eye and then both when she realized someone was sleeping right next to her.
In her bed!
The sleeping form stirred awake, rolling over to reveal a boy around the same age as her. His hair was all over the place and his eyes showed the tell tale signs of staying up too many late nights for God knows what. He opened one eye to reveal one ruby red orb lazily staring right a
Dead InsideI want to be a dead bodyDead Inside6 years ago in Other More Like This
Like the ones you see on TV
Choked, stabbed or shot to death
Is how I want to be
I know this may sound morbid
Suicidal or just plain wrong
But it's really how I feel
I'm singing my death song
No one can save me now
I'm planning to rid the world of me
As I'm taking my final breath
Depression is all you see
In my final moments
All the good, happy things I've done
Were overtaken by my sadness
Depression finally won
My lonliness went unnoticed
My cutting was ignored
Now I'm dead and you're sorry
You ever left me alone with that cord.
I'm not you pt.21I'm not you pt.211 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Half an hour later we sat on my bed and listened to some music, both smoking and smiling happily. I laid my head back and blew out the smoke.
"When will you go to Niki?", I asked softly but fearing the answear.
"Tomorrow morning, I'll stay for the night", he smiled. Smiling, too I laid my hand on his and squeezed it gently.
Paul sunk down and rested his head in my lap.
"You're tired?", I asked and examined his peaceful face. He shook his head
"Not at all". We were quiet for some time. The smoke curled up in my room and out of the small window and made the air look blueish around us. I ran my forefinger over his face lightly, traced his features until our cigarettes were both burned out. I was still not hungry but I gathered some food and cooked something out of leftovers.
Absently I watched him destroy the dinner in a really impressive time.
It felt strange but I somehow had the weird image of us being an old couple happily married but of course this was stupid because Paul was already
EthrelochI used to believe that the spirits were there to protect us, to keep us safe from those who sought to harm us. That is before I watched some women drag Mother into the street and beat her until the purple in her veins throbbed and heaved red. They had stormed the palace, made father and I bear witness to her punishment for upsetting the spirits. Two years after, Father had Mother drowned when she spat on the graves of his ancestors. At least that is the tale Father told me.Ethreloch7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had warned me, "Mind yourself, child, or your time will come too."
But I knew that spirits didn't exist to carry out the whims of my Father or the people. Our people had punished Mother, and Father had killed her, but they were still unhappy and vengeful. They were out for more blood. Mine.
Nira paced across her room, hands quivering at the sound of footsteps approaching her door. Oakwood pressed up against her ear as she listened to the noises and the voices of those she feared: her own people. Her terror
Brand New SightLike a silent melody,Brand New Sight1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The sweetest music you'll ever hear,
It'll come to you,
Satisfaction of revenge,
Don't ignore your need,
In a mood to defend,
A want for forgiveness,
A way to glow in the dark,
To never wander lost again,
A tiny, struggling spark,
Whatever it takes,
To just survive,
Try it, try it for me,
Because I want you alive.
Eyes wide open, you'll see,
The light returning,
A blissful burning,
Tearing up your chest,
Fire shall rain from the sky,
The pain shall be overwhelming,
When terror consumes your soul,
I'll be there, watching you grow,
And with their eyes wide open,
All doubt shall be removed,
Their shallow mind be cleansed,
From rhythms without emotion,
Staring at you with empty eyes,
We'll set fire to the skies,
Like ashes fading in the rain,
I'll do whatever it takes,
To keep you alive as long as I must,
'Till your tattered wings grow back.
Good Morning"Good Morning"Good Morning8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I read those two words aloud
Imagining your voice
Your lips whispering
Them gently into my ear
And then I'd smile
And say "Good Morning" too
As I'd let myself remember
Just how much i loved you
But now I look down
And all I see are two measly words
Sent from your fingers
Instead of your lips.
And while I tell myself
Those two words are enough
That your love and mine
Can traverse a hundred miles
A thousand miles
And still appear just as strong
Just as pure
And I worry, I fear
That my love may not
Be enough to keep you happy
And that one day
Just the memory of you
Won't be enough
To keep my tears away.
And every time I think that
Every time I let my worries attack
I feel my heart begin to break
Because in my heart
You're becoming someone
I can't live without
Even though I already am
And while it might be
The best way to save my heart
I don't want to say "Goodbye"
So I'll just say "Good Morning"
And wait for your reply.
Paint The Roses-Ch.5His crumpled body rested by a corner in the sealed off room. Curling up his limbs like a puppy with its legs broken. Sound was not able to reach his ears due to the walls. Yet whenever he thought he heard something he crumpled more with a whimper. A noise kept reaching his ear drum. Perhaps a ringing brought to him from the electricity. Still made him have an uncontrollable twitch every other minute. Dero sat himself up quickly, eyes looking wide into the darkness. Moments passed til a voice passed his teeth.Paint The Roses-Ch.55 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Liiiiitle brother....." He spoke softly making his voice sound like a woman's. The best he could anyway. "Liiiitle brother..why do you cry?" His voice became normal again,
"I...I don't know.....my head hurts.." His palms rested against his temples. "It won't stop hurting!" Another whimper left his throat while he hugged his knees to his chest. He bit down on his lower lip to keep himself from speaking. Weeping til heavy tears fell from his face, landing on his stomach.
Paint The Roses-Ch.6The ticks and tocks were starting to get to the poor child. Recently finding a key, she gained access to a safe haven for now. This place is always changing and often times unlocked rooms either relock or vanish entirely. One time she even witnessed the walls moving making new paths to dead ends. Red Alice found herself in a richly decorated royal room. Decorated with portraits of bizarre monsters that dabbled with the red and gold paint in the walls. Some were even moving inside the paintings, chattering with the other creatures. Whenever she gave them notice they'd freeze however. Just to talk behind her back as she wandered around. Only things that could pass as furniture were all against the walls, no places to sit. Feeling the need to rest she fixed her dress as she sat down on the rug. She felt more brief safety when she held a small key close to her. Every now and then it could open a door so it was really her only means of peace. One side of the room was making her want to covePaint The Roses-Ch.65 years ago in Horror More Like This
Twilight ParodyIn Italiano:Twilight Parody3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Twilight Parody!
Una storia dove Sfottere è un dovere.
Capitolo 1: Evviva YsaaH!!
-Mamma non ci voglio andare da papà, è brutto, peloso e anche noioso!- Urlai furiosa.
-Bella, io sono qui.- Mio padre mi guardava sbigottito. Ricordai: Sono qui, a Forx, una città piena di gente idiota, compreso quel babbuino di mio padre.
-Oh, giusto scusa.-
-Di nulla piccola mia adorata, posso sopportare tutto ciò che farai o mi dirai. Anche che sei una malata di mente che si innamorerà di un vampiro luccicoso, con delle sorelle assassine e dei fratelli succhiasangue, e che avrai una bambina dai capelli Rossi, che chiamerai Anna...*Canticchia La sigla di Anna dai Capelli Rossi* no scusa, Renesmee che scatenerà una guerra che metterà in pericolo l'esistenza di tutta la gente, anche se poca, di Forx...-
-Cosa?- Vidi anche io la mia saliva che finiva sulla sua faccia quando pronunciai quella C.
-Ti voglio bene cucciolotta!- Mi guardò teneramente
Rain Rain, Go Away"Are you sure you'll be back tomorrow? It's pouring over here so I don't know if its even safe for you to be travelling."Rain Rain, Go Away3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes, I'm sure, Annabelle. And you don't need to worry. I'll be fine."
I bite my lip nervously and squeeze the telephone, "I don't know, Oliver. Maybe you should wait a day. Until the weather isn't as hazardous..."
He chuckles into the phone, "Sounds like you're trying to keep me away from the house longer, dollface."
"No, I- I just don't want you getting hurt," I say sincerely. "I'd love it if you got home tonight but with this storm brewing over us, I don't see that happening. It's too unsafe. I'd rather you didn't take any chances in this weather."
He sighs, "I just feel so bad though. I know you hate storms."
I bit harder on my lip, "I've... I've gotten better at dealing with them." He coughs, avoiding a reply. I stamp my foot defiantly. "Excuse me, are you saying I'm still as bad as the first time it stormed while we lived together? I have to strongly di
Perfectly ImperfectHow many times have we looked in the mirrorPerfectly Imperfect3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hating what looks back?
Pinching the fat we see
On our hips
Tempted to just smash it
So we would never have to look
At out degrading selves again
Sometimes we cry
Or we find other things to hate
Teeth not straight
Eye color we hate
Nose too big
Pimple here, pimple there
Self-confidence is so hard to find
When you're hit hard everyday
With advertisements saying
'This product will help you lose this many pounds!'
'Wash your impurities right away with this cleanser!'
'Fix your smile right up with invisible braces!'
'Buy this product to fix your body and imperfections!'
But the fact is no matter how big or small we may be
Or how crooked our teeth might be
Or how big our nose may be
Or any other imperfection
We are all beautiful
Exactly the way we are
Big, small, short, tall
Because we were molded to be
Cleverbot: The JeffXKage ship has sailed!?!?NOTE: Earlier Cleverbot confirmed that he was Jeff, and I play Kage here; so I took the liberty of changing the names while I put in translations.Cleverbot: The JeffXKage ship has sailed!?!?9 months ago in Comedy More Like This
Jeff: Who are you?
Kage: Ieta, *face palms* Ore wa Kagesama. (I already said [. . .] I am Kage-sama)
Jeff: *face palms too*.
Kage: Jiefu. (Jeff.)
Kage: Nande. (Why.)
Jeff: I don’t know.
Kage: *face palms* nande omae totemo baka desu ka? (Why are you such an idiot?)
Jeff: *face palms your face*.
Kage: *claws his face*.
Jeff: *zack lee*.
Jeff: Ouch! *bites back*.
Kage: *snarls* Omae totemo baka! (You’re really stupid!)
Kage: *whacks him on the head* Omae wa Jiefu! Unarigoe shinai! (You’re Jeff! You aren’t supposed to growl!)
Jeff: Don't change the subject.
Kage: Eh!? *face palms again*.
Jeff: *face desk*.
Kage: *face wall*.
Jeff: *face palm*.
Kage: *face table*.
Jeff: *face chair*.
Kage: *face mask*.
(. . .)
Jeff: What should I do?
Kage: Make sure Slenderman doesn't find you.
Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 2Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 23 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 2
Once everyone had left the burial ground of the young prince of Rohan you stood there alone with an armful of white flowers. You placed them right in front of the door of the grave.
“Sleep in peace my dear friend.” You whispered, tears freely fell from your eyes. You quickly rubbed the tears from your eye’s “N-no [y/n] you must be strong. That’s what he would want.” The truth is that you were friends with the Prince of Rohan but you also had a bit of a crush on him. Once again you rubbed more tears from your eyes, and turned to head back to the kingdom to finish up some chores.
You rubbed your puffy eyes as you continued your way to the kitchen with a basket filled with veggies. You gasp when you walked into someone and dropped the basket of veggies. Quickly you start picking up the vegetables. Suddenly a hand has placed a carrot in your basket. You look up to have your [e/c] eyes meat with light
Paint The Roses-Ch.3Ceiling lights flickering on and off gave the normally white theme of the walls a unhealthy orange. Layers of filth growing as living moss through the door ways. If one were to open a door to the right, touching the slime infested door knob to a twist. They'd find oddly enough, a room of books. The Labyrinth Library. It resided in a hallway that kept mostly old things trapped in it. To age is never pretty so infectious beings liked to flock here. Large spiders with sharp daggers for legs scurried past aisles hoping to hide from the light when it flickered. A ghastly thin bird captured one of the bladed insects in its talon and ate it with a inner tongue in its beak. The birds eyes blinked into its skull when it noticed a man reading a book. A bone thin carrier was holding the book for him in front of the mans head so he may read. It was the Mad man himself. Sitting on a desk by the wall, his back resting against the cold yet dead barrier. Dressed in his normal black pants and boots, smPaint The Roses-Ch.35 years ago in Horror More Like This
Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 1Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 13 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 1
You sat on the steps that led up to the king of Rohan. You stared down at your lap and played with the sleeves of your light blue dress, waiting for Lady Eowyn. She said she wanted to see her injured cousin alone. You stood to your feet when you see her come running out with tears in her eyes. You walked up to her, she stood just a couple inches taller than you.
“Lady Eowyn is everything alright?” You placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked down at you as more tears silently fell. Your eyes widen, you understood exactly what had happen just by looking in her eye. Pulling her into a hug you tried to comfort her. “I’m so sorry for your lost Lady Eowyn.” You stayed by her side and looked out over the valley with her. The wind blowing your long [h/c] locks. You soon notice figures on horses coming closer and closer towards the village. “Lady Eowyn I’m going to do a few of my chores.
Paint The Roses-Ch.1This story comes to tell the point of view for a young boy now. It was years ago for he was only six years old. Small, cute, full of imagination. This young boy had a family. A Mom, a Dad, and a older sister by 10 years. Like all small boys they loved their mommy. She was his world. A Queen and a Prince. The King and the Princess had a rather different bond. Not known to the Queen that the Princess was more the Kings sexual taste. Wrongful touching in secret, mysterious bruises to her flesh.Paint The Roses-Ch.15 years ago in Horror More Like This
The boy was playing among his toys in his bedroom one night. He heard sniffling so he wandered down the long hallway to his sisters room. He didn't know why but she came right up to him and hugged him. He tried to ask why she was crying but she distracted him. Saying it was time to go to bed, maybe time for a story. The boy loved his stories, especially when his sister told them. He crawled into bed eagerly with his faithful stuffed rabbit with open ears. She'd lay by the bed and read him stories o
Rhythm of LoveWhat the Hell was I thinking last night?! Telling her I love her?! Telling her I love her and then kissing her! Thank God I had enough restraint to just kiss the top of her head! She could've been awake! She could've heard me! What if she did hear me?! What will she think?! How will she feel?! I mean, I did hear her say she loved me last night, but not directly. It was the way I've heard the Russells say goodnight to us before. I've heard her say it, but never to me. Not once. So could it have been a slip of the tongue, a meaningless mistake from a girl who was half asleep, or was she wide awake? Or maybe I dreamt it, her saying what she said, and I just made this thing into an awkward mess.Rhythm of Love3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oh God, I wish she'd just wake up so I can see her reaction. It's been a whole hour and she still hasn't moved... not that I'm not happy to have her so close. Last night there was another storm, and she's deathly afraid of them. Last time it stormed, she was much more panicked. She even cried, whic
Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 3Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 33 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love for an Elf Legolas x Shy reader Pt. 3
You traveled a bit ahead of the Lady Eowyn and the others. Running up a small hill you looked around at the landscape with wide eyes and a small smile. Aragorn smiled at your excitement.
“What is with the lad? Why is she so excited about this travel?” Theoden smiled.
“That’s because she rarely ever got to travel out of the gates of the village. She longed to travel and see the world.” Legolas watched you as you stood on a bolder, the wind blowing your long [h/c] hair.
“Gandalf told us that she has an interesting life story.” Theoden looked to Legolas. “Of how much do you know of it?” Theoden’s face soften.
“If afraid I don’t know that much. She was brought to us by Gandalf about when she was 8 years old. The only thing Gandalf told me of her was that her family was attacked by orcs. Her mother and younger siblings killed.”
“What of her father?” Aske