CutsShe wants to cut the world away...Cuts8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So she cuts her arm instead.
What Happened?I used to think make upWhat Happened?8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
Tribute to WestonTribute to Weston3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dancerhe danced and he danced and he moved like a river,Dancer7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
he jumped and he spun and the whole crowd did shiver.
for he was a star while they were the darkness;
he was the sun that shone with such brightness.
he took all their hearts and he made them his own,
as he danced and he spun on that stage all alone.
it could have been hours or it could have been days,
but when he was done the crowd was just dazed.
they watched as he stopped and then bowed down low,
then started to clap so that he wouldn't go.
they wanted him to give them just one more dance,
so they could watch in amazement, be in a trance.
the boy he just smiled and he bowed his head,
and then he started to dance all over again.
ThousandsI'm sixteen,Thousands9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doubt I'll see thirty
Hopefully my blade'll be dirty
And I'll die.
I don't want to die;
Just want it to stop,
Everything in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead.
I cut myself,
I said it.
Just read it.
I'm just some kid
Behind a screen,
So why should you care?
I'm not just 'some kid';
I'm the ones people laugh at,
I'm not a minority;
I'm a majority.
All those kids alone,
That death will come.
We're not hopeless.
We hope for
How to Die of LonelinessHe lifts his hands slowly, examining the cracks on his knuckles, and dips between his fingers, the way his cuticles peel up so you can see inside of his nail beds (the results of extraneous guitar playing for nearly seven years), and he wonders where all the time has gone.How to Die of Loneliness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
See, he's got this theory.
He thinks, nay, believes, that if one were to spend enough time by oneself, one would cease to exist. Or, so one theorizes.
He is not the kind of person to assume, to guess, to leave the unknown unknown. So, he decided to test this theory; for the past eleven months or so, he has not made a single phone call, not sent an email, a text message, neither a letter nor, dare I say, a tweet.
He has cut himself off completely; not speaking a word to anyone under any circumstance; he has isolated himself inside of his own head. Just him, alone, with his thoughts and a distant memory of what his voice used to sound like.
Not to say that he hasn't left his home; of course
I Want to ChangeI want to change my life right here,I Want to Change2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it hurts too much to stay.
My soul is crying so, so hard
as I die more today.
I want to leave these people that
I do not understand.
I need to escape this shadowed place
and find a kinder land.
I want to leave this pain behind,
I want to feel love.
I need to leave these cruel men
and head for skies above.
I want to change my life right here,
it hurts too much to stay.
I want to leave it all but I'm
too scared to run away.
Mermaids Are Scary"Shhh," the mermaid whispered, her voice sweet and calming, tenderly stroking her thumb along the man's cheek, "It'll be alright. I've got you now."Mermaids Are Scary2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man's eyes bulged, his skin white and his hands desperately clawing at the mer who held him in her webbed embrace. She giggled, her long hair flowing around her head like a halo, bubbles cascading out of her mouth with every peal of musical laughter. "Silly human," she cooed at his futile struggle to escape her hold, "You can't swim away from me. I do have fins, you know."
The man, his cheeks puffed out and turning red, shook his head frantically, his fingers attempting to gorge the mer's eyes out. She laughed and playfully ducked her head, his nail catching just under her eye and tearing the soft skin there. Blood streamed out, swept away almost immediately, a trail of red mist in the sea. "Sweet boy," she murmured gently, her face carefully blank.
She pulled him further against her, one scaled, webbed hand tangling in his auburn hair
dear bookworm, with loveyou are quiet sometimes.dear bookworm, with love11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your nose disappears then
with your thumbs,
toes, and middle as
you curl on the leather
or whatever window seats are,
i am sure you know because
your pinky covers the title of it
time and time again.
and your attention disappears too often;
you see me sometimes
across the aisle and shelves but
i lose you more times than you me
and it feels almost
lousy to lose you to a collection
of inanimate things that
romance you between the covers
effortlessly and thoroughly
and i admit that
i become jealous sometimes
of those times spent not with me,
but they are much more interesting
than i could ever be
so indeed, always,
it is fitting
how each page has a nook
shaped perfectly to the shape of your nose,
and how you can become absorbed in
the seemingly unalive
while i from afar
become absorbed in you.
Francis BaconScar-livid, hacked to pieces with stark lightFrancis Bacon11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Harsh lines unflinching, sever one another
Portrait by name, barely a face by right
All men are wounded, and all men are brothers
Light bites into the umbrous halfborn murk
Your hunger fills the gaping mouths you render
Even the hollows at the corners of their smirks
Bloom into voids…
Half brutal, and half tender.
Bottle BayIt's a funny thing when you first meet the person you're destined to be with forever; and this was no exception to the then new school student, Bernard. Though what he should have been expecting when he first met said person, he did not know. Truthfully, he just wanted to lock himself away in the library and indulge in texts of alien lands and futuristic utopia. However, what the colourful boy ended up with was something completely different.Bottle Bay1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That first day of school, little Bernie was hoping to be making friends with people. A trade he had very little success in at previous houses of education. He strived to find common interest, goals, and dreams with others. A small group he could be a significant part of: the funny one; the smart one; the glue that held them together. Heck, he was ready to be the stupid one that they spoke fun about constantly. He just did NOT want to be the one taking the blame for a near acid-to-the-face-attack in science, but he'd been bullied into it; and
Conflicting LoveSometimes (I) can’t stand this…Conflicting Love3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
This distance between us…
(W)ill it ever close?
Will (i) be ab(l)e to handle it?
I don’t want it to tear us apart.
You were a(l)ways there for me
Even when I f(a)iled you,
P(l)ease hear me no(w).
Don’t turn (a)way from me.
(Y)ou are the one I need.
The one I want to (s)ee
In my darkest days.
(L)ove is all you need?
I’m n(o)t so sure that is true…
It seems like you a(v)oid me…
Not looking me in the eye.
You know my f(e)elings
Are for (y)ou and you alone.
No one else c(o)mpares.
Yo(u)r light guides me…
And even if you hate me…
the power of willI see you, so fragile and thinthe power of will2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glassy bones, ghost-like skin
No room for youth, so I cry
Even though your looks just lie
On good days, when you smile
I see the old you for a while
I see the child that will fight
That will battle like a knight
When will my porcelain mask fray?
How long will my smile this time stay?
When will people stop being blind?
Why do I feel so left behind?
Now is sickness all we know
And only salty tears can flow
But once we can dry those streams
And once more treasure our dreams
The shadow of the fairThe atmosphere was immense, but also slightly suffocating, temperamental joy spiralling in the air. Children, running, skipping, pounding. Everywhere was lit up by millions of coloured lights, but the sky remained dark and foreboding. The many different fumes of the shining stalls danced in swirls of air, making mouths water with delight. The fair had come alive, and it wouldn't stop until the sun rose.The shadow of the fair3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A man pushed his way through the bustling crowd, alone. He wore a long dark cloak, which covered his whole form; the only thing you could see was his sparkling green eyes under his hood. Although his eyes glittered, it was not with happiness. Finally, the man came to an empty spot where he would not be seen. He pulled down his hood and slowly looked around. Long brown hair tumbled down way past his shoulders, tied up into a ponytail.
Sighing, he walked though the abandoned bit of the fair, looking at the wasted rides, the ones who had seen too much fun. He sat down on a bench and looked
When birds fly A silken winged bird flies past my window. I anchor my squinting eyes onto him as he flies down in the dark night and lands on a spindly, sickly tree next to my window. Its are wilted and lifeless, with brown crinkles etched into them. I am surprised trees still exist. I would have thought they had cut them all down. They said we needed to start fresh. New. They had to get rid of the unstable ones. The different ones. It was the only way we would survive, the Council told us. We had to start over if we wanted to get better. We were throwing our lives away. No more trees. No more happiness. No more me.When birds fly2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No more trees. No more happiness. No more me.
I stare at the bird for a few moments. He is beautiful, with pearl white wings. Its beak is painted the same ivory color as is his head and feet. Then I notice his chest. Rolling hills of golden, wan silk dressed the bird's breast. Incredible flames of gold feathers. Gold streak
RotG Headcannons1. Protector of Youth (Ms. Guardian)RotG Headcannons1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Ok, so this lady is essentially the creator and chooser of all Guardians. As a human, in the very very very beginning of the world (like, in the 200,000 years ago beginning of the world), she was a human who loved her daughter. Her husband, eventually to become Time (see #2), loved her and she loved him and they ended up having a child. This child was a happy child, until one night, the child had to go to the bathroom, so the child went off into the woods and was eaten by a wolf. Ms. Guardian was really, REALLY upset by this, and she didn't want it to happen again, so she gave herself the title of "Protector of Children". At this time, she was 25 or so, and soon, she realized that she couldn't protect children if she didn't live forever. So, she decided to find out how, and eventually, she created a recipe for immortality, and as she took it, she forgot only one thing: how to make the dang thing. Lucki
The Bloody Sword of Reality Ch 5 (Hetalia FanFic)Arthur woke up the next morning, startled to find Amelia curled up beside him. As he began to shift, Amelia cracked open her eyes. Her heart began beating faster. She didn't like this feeling. "Ack! Get of me! What are you trying to do?!" She said, falling off of the hammock. She hit the floorboards with a loud thud.The Bloody Sword of Reality Ch 5 (Hetalia FanFic)3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Arthur propped himself up, leaning over the side to look at Amelia laying on the floor. Arthur chuckled quietly "So love, how's the weather down there". Amelia grunted. "Ha ha very funny artie. Nice one" she stated sarcastically.
Arthur got up of his hammock and walked over to his desk. He put on his undershirt, followed by his red tunic. As he continued to adjust his clothes, Amelia got up and walked over to his desk as well. She grabbed her navy blue tunic and pirate hat. Arthur smiled sheepishly. He finished adjusting his tunic and went to sit in his desk chair.
"So Alfred, how long have you been a pirate?" Arthur questioned. "W
The Bloody Sword of Reality Ch 3 (Hetalia FanFic) Amelia knew that she couldn't just let her crew handle the pirates. There were too many. She knew she had to something. As Amelia unsheathed her sword, there was a banging against her door. She began to sweat nervously, holding her breath. The door slammed open. It was her head crew member. He was heavily bleeding out of his right arm and leg.The Bloody Sword of Reality Ch 3 (Hetalia FanFic)3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We have done our b-best" he said stuttering, falling on the cabin floorboards. As Madeline rushed over to aid him, Amelia spoke. "Madeline! I order you to stay here and take care of him. No exceptions! You need to stay safe!" She said, tearing up out of fear. "Alright but don't die on me!" Madeline replied, starting to cry out of fear as well. Amelia nodded, wiping away her tears.
She rushed out the door into battle. She began fighting two pirates, easily stabbing them in the chest, effectively killing them. She blocked another pirate from behind, down swiping, dismembering his left leg. A quick sl
The Bloody Sword of Reality Ch 4 (Hetalia FanFic) Everyone stopped. There standing in front of Madeline was Amelia, holding the dagger to Arthur's chest. "You will not kill her, harm her, rape her or sell her. Do we have this clear Iggy?" She said staring at him. Arthur blushed slightly at the random nickname, but tried to hide his face. It was beginning to turn red.The Bloody Sword of Reality Ch 4 (Hetalia FanFic)3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"F-fine. I will do none of those things that you mentioned. Francis, you must resist her as well, along with the entire crew! Punishment will be awaiting those who stray from these newly added rules" he said turning to face Francis.
"Good. Now be a good little Brit and untie us." Amelia said, unsure if she should be bossing around the most notorious pirate. "No one bosses me around!" He said, smacking her across the face. Amelia stood there in shock, but then began to frown. She gritted her teeth "fine. Do whatever you want your highness" she said, letting a low growl escape. "Take them to my cabin" Arthur said firmly.
The Bloody Sword of Reality Ch 2 (Hetalia FanFic) As some time passed, the American explorer had come nearer and nearer to the Canadian harbors. Using her Sextant, Amelia could tell that her and her crew were around the colony of Maryland. They had decided to dock at the Maryland harbors, for they needed to re-stock food and supplies for the short journey up to Newfoundland. It became colder, so Amelia traded some fish for some heavier clothing.The Bloody Sword of Reality Ch 2 (Hetalia FanFic)3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She found a hat that looked Russian, for it was big black and fluffy. How did it get over to North America? No one knew, not even the merchant. Amelia was slightly scared, so instead she traded for a navy blue pirate hat with golden stitches along the edges. It also had 20 white fluffy feathers sticking out of the top. This cost her 40 fish and her eagle quill pen, which was considered rare around those parts.
Amelia was slight disappointed that she wouldn't be able to write for a while, but it was the coolest hat she had ever seen! She had to get it! She made the f
To my Love“To my Love”To my Love3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dear Feli
Oh how I love thye
Though it may seem
That this shall never be
I truly wish
And I truly pray
That someday I may hold thye
Your smile so bright
Like a day with no clouds
Where the warm rays of sun
Caress thyn rubicund cheeks
I smile and listen
To your joyous laughs of gay
As I hide in the trees
And think of a way
That I may express
And say how I truly feel
For truly no words can express
These pent up emotions
For everything I try
I stir up a commotion
But fear not
Fore I think I may have found a way
This poem you see
I shall leave for thye
Sadly I must go
I must go and fight
For this Holy Empire I am
I fear I may never return
So I shall say this again
I love thye my dear Feli
Oh how I love thye
Farewell my love