One dose of glitterOne dose of glitter can light up the worldOne dose of glitter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One little thought can bring back little girls
Fairies and dragons and strong, worthy knights
One dose of glitter can shine through the night
Hush, little girl, for the stars in the sky
Shining so sweetly like your stunning eyes
Don't let the nightmares define what you'll be
Notice the beauty within every dream
Hush, little girl, there is no need to fight…
One dose of glitter to light up the night.
Thank you...I keep my feelingsThank you...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All bottled up inside me
And sometimes it was nice
To stare into that bottle
To see the yellow of happiness
And the red of love
But even I should have known
Putting too much emotion into that bottle
Turns it grey and murky with confusion.
You who has shown me nothing
But kindness and love…
I am afraid to hurt you…
That you will see my dark past
And it will swallow you whole
Like it did to me.
So therefore I hide my bottle
From everyone and everything
So as not to feel the violation
Of a simple peek inside
I trusted someone once
Told them everything there is about me
And to my demise
They used all that against me,
Hurt me in every way possible,
Made me think that being myself was
So I built my masks
A new one for every day
And put them on.
Little did people know
Should they take one mask off
Another was there underneath
And another one under that.
So many masks laid on top of “me”
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.I Saw a Burning Man1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
The Consequence of BeautyThe Consequence of BeautyThe Consequence of Beauty2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
An Essay by: Ashely Thomas
I am vain.
I have put off admitting for much too long. I run a brush through my hair more often than what is necessary I wear clothing that I feel looks beautiful on me no matter the weather, often to consequence of me. And for two whole years I have never left the house without a hint of glitter.
But I am also insecure.
I spend long hours thinking of beauty, how it seems so far out of reach to me, and how I need to work harder to improve on it. Beauty has consumed my life.
Beauty is a world that is introduced to us at a young age. Everywhere you look you cannot be confronted without airbrushed perfection. We know it’s fake, but yet we still yearn for it.
Beauty is a multimillion dollar business that is only growing as the world’s craze for impossible perfection grows stronger. Everyday new products are released to enhance, to restore, or to create splendor. When we spend the money focusing on our own looks; w
.the oaks crouch to greet.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
me, i sit with the ferns and
the forest listens
The Things I Never got to Say “I’m sorry.”The Things I Never got to Say7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
That was always how my sentences should’ve started.
You usually were.
“I love you.”
Three simple words. Never could bring myself to say them, you always seemed to know, but you still deserved to be told.
“I love you more than the booze.”
I hate that I never told you that.
“I love you more than the drugs.”
“I miss you.”
I did every second we weren’t together.
“I love the way you laugh.”
I did. It made me feel lighter, like the world was ours and there was nothing that could stop us.
“I love your smile.”
Why didn’t I ever tell you that? I knew you knew, but I also knew that you were waiting for me to tell you.
“Your hair looks beautiful”
You never thought so, but I always loved it.
I haven't found you yetI searched,I haven't found you yet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. I traced the trails
of deserted comets
and the path of every star,
but always end up
underneath Orion's tail-
I started there
because I knew
you were an astronomer
and you always dream big
ii. I looked across
the oceanic floor beds
and dug deep within
the cavities of every
shell and shipwreck grave
until the oxygen in
my lungs expired
sometimes sprinkling sea salt
at the tip of my tongue
to pretend it's sugar,
because I missed you
and your saccharine throat
seasoning my Saturday mornings
when cold coffee doesn't
iii. I scavenged the limbs
and rib cages and heart chambers
of your past lovers,
then moved on to your mother's-
but found nothing
other than ash and broken glass
and withered jasmines,
thinking you were dead,
Did you die for me
or did you die because of me?
I would never know.
I haven't found you yet,
and probably never will.
Shes DangerousA beautiful girl, a sight to behold.Shes Dangerous1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
An innocent smile, a heart of gold.
So begins the story, each time it is told.
The ending leaving you, bitter and cold.
Your “soulmate” leads you into her bed.
That’s how she traps you, with lovely legs spread.
Desire and lust dominate your head.
Spellbound you agree to whatever is said.
Her manipulations are a mastered art.
As her trusting victim, you play the part.
She promises to love you with all her heart.
And with sick satisfaction she tears you apart.
From this trance you eventually awake.
That’s when you discover, trust is a mistake.
Your wonderful woman was a scheming snake.
Blinding you with her poison and taking all she could take.
You’re left alone, bitten and broke.
All you had, all you believed, all up in smoke.
Secretly wishing, you had never woke.
She made you love her, and her love was a joke.
illusions of a rose garden with no thornsmy darling-illusions of a rose garden with no thorns2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
we were never romeo and juliet.
in the moonlight,
i am a lonely soul.
breathe. wake. stretch. shiver.
these scars mean nothing.
it's painfully ridiculous-
we're all drunk and always have been.
we're sleeping in a thunderstorm,
the sound of emotion
i miss you,
Peach JuiceA cloud godPeach Juice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spilled his sun-glass of
peach juice across the sky,
the orange frothed into
heavenly Morse code.
The solar drink thinned
into a beard-grey
until the dome was
a glass-black sea,
an uneaten celestial crisp.
The followersWe mimic, blindly.The followers2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We vanish, involuntarily.
I Used To BeOur toes are making tidal waves in the water, dusk-dazed legs dangling from the pier, as she rests her head on my shoulder. Hair the color of cedar bark, and as fine as spider silk, tickles my chin, as she lifts her cheek.I Used To Be5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My eyelids, pinned down by fireflies and dying embers, open sleepily, and I scan her body, a slender silhouette against the burning sunset. "I used to be a mermaid." Her lips, the pale pink of a catfish belly, whisper to me, as fingertips brush the white tips of persistent waves.
I can't manage more than a drowsy, "Oh?" captivated by the curve of her back, bent so can whisper to the waves, and the quiet melody she produces with her words.
"Mhmm." It's more of a sigh, dripping with longing, that splashes into the warm water, and caresses our feet. "But they caught me in their nets. I remember the sudden change of current, and the sweeping green mesh that stole me out of my waters. Their wide eyes, and grimy fingers, insistent on poking and prodding my every limb. They
Let's be realistic, here.The only thing to fear?Let's be realistic, here.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
MamaI love you mamaMama2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But you don't love me
That makes me sad
Why can't you see
You used to hold me
When I was upset at night
But now I'm all alone
With no comfort in sight
You used to be warm
But now you're so cold
I'm scared of you mama
All you do is scold
I want my old mama
The one who kissed me goodnight
I don't like this new mama
All we do is fight
Won't you come back soon, mama
I really miss you
You scare me now
I don't know what to do
Bromotions: Scars Part 1Bromotions: Scars Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Seeing his parents killed right in front of him had left him feeling empty. He longed for his mother's lullabies and his father's piggy back rides. He longed for the comfort of being loved. Everyday it became harder and harder to provide for himself and Bolin. They were running out of yuans they got for their allowances, and Mako had to start working in any store that would take someone his age. It was hard to leave Bolin in alleys by himself. Everyday at Narook's Seeweed Noodlery where he cleaned floors, he thought about his brother alone, getting hurt, and it killed him. He couldn't lose him, too.
He was always relieved when he came back and saw Bolin eagerly waiting for dinner. He sat down and handed whatever food he managed to scrape up that day to Bolin and his brother ate as quickly as possible. Mako relaxed and closed his eyes, tired from the days work. He felt a cool breeze and heard his brother's teeth chatter. Mako took off the scarf he always wore, the last object his father
fairytale: Foxes heartOnce upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there was a small village on the edge of a large forest. This village flourished because it was often visited by noblemen, who stayed there to hunt in the forest and spend a lot of money during their stay. But on the day that our story begins, this normally peaceful village was in an uproar. All residents ran through the streets singing and the children jumped around that morning, because a messenger had come with great news. The eldest son of the king, the crown prince, would come to the village in a week to come hunting with a group of fellow noblemen. Such a royal visit was a great honour and therefore the villagers wanted to please the prince as much as possible by decorating the whole village, preparing the best food and get the best wine out of the attic. The girls of the village were also very excited, not because of the honour and prosperity it brought to their village, but because of the prince. Throughout the country were storiesfairytale: Foxes heart2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Celtic Thunder and Vampires"Are you serious?" Damian asked in total horror.Celtic Thunder and Vampires5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yes, now shut up and get in!" George said in a dangerous whisper.
The six Celtic Thunder performers had narrowly escaped another zombie excursion. Paul had been less useful this time, but considering his lack of a hand he did the best he could. Now, night had fallen and they were searching for a place to spend the night. They had been driving for hours, the sun slowly setting behind them. They didn't dare stop in any hotel/motel for fear of zombie infestation, so the only place that seemed reasonable was somewhere where there wasn't any living occupants. That's why when Damian found out where he was going to be spending the night he nearly crapped his pants.
"What's the matter?" Keith teased him from behind. "Scared?"
"No!" Damian whirled around, facing Keith. "It's just disrespectful, that's all." He did his best to lie with a straight face.
"Sure." Neil walked past him, tousling Damian's hair, and racking the chamber of
I Can Only Sell MyselfI am but a pen,I Can Only Sell Myself2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not even a sword.
I have naught but words,
No skill may I afford.
Truly it is sad,
That it has come to this.
But if you are in need of writing,
Then let my words bring you bliss.
So tell me, what would you have me write tonight?
The Accident My feet slapped the concrete loudly as I sprinted through the dimly lit night streets.The Accident2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Come on. Come on. Come on! Why can’t you run any faster?!
I pushed and pushed for my legs to go faster, but they refused to go any more than they already were.
I was not about to let him do this. He would not do this. Not today. Not after everything we had been through.
I screamed at my legs to move faster. It felt like they were being ridiculously sluggish today, (heck of a day to start getting tired and lazy) as I usually felt much faster than this. I should’ve been moving much faster. I knew I should’ve.
I was the fastest runner in school, and I had recently set the state record for the 100 yard dash. I knew I was no slowpoke. I should’ve been moving much faster than I felt I was.
Maybe it was that I was tired. Maybe it was that I was stressed. Maybe it was that I was worried I wouldn’t make it.
But I had
AttentionMisha found America agreeable, for the most part there was the Boston traffic, but it wasn't as bad as Moscow's, and the food was overly rich and too abundant. But the people of the city were positively warm compared to the Spartan attitudes he knew, he hadn't had a single dollar stolen from him, and the university kids couldn't keep their eyes off of him. Not even the boys. He'd heard catcalls walking by a gathering of young men, the kind he'd learned to call "bros." It was his hair, maybe, or the way stubble refused to show on his face: in America, you could be anything other people wanted you to be, it seemed.Attention4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He told Sasha about it on the phone, who laughed at him. "You're getting a big head. The Americans are gawking at you because you don't look like them."
"I don't think that's it." Misha took a handful of almonds and threw them in his mouth. He knew Sasha would doubt him he always did, dwelling in what he called his "nativist cynicism." It didn't seem to involve m