A different view.bending backward,
out of place.
fell out of space.
but never winning.
lie to yourself,
it's all the same.
lie to yourself,
play the game.
a big black hole,
feeling like a mole.
I can't see,
can only be.
Smells of nothing,
not even loathing.
Happy with the darkness,
now finds the light.
begins another long lived plight.
Soon again, I find it okay,
and go along with my day.
The world is twisting,
greens turned purple,
I feel extroverted,
and full of thinks.
Full of happiness,
bursting to the brink.
I feel myself laugh,
at something you can't perceive,
cannot look at,
poetry is thinking with your skinwith strands of sunlight for hairpoetry is thinking with your skin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
anchors drawn in permanent ink
this catharsis is your skin talking
the hairs on your arms rising.
a sudden glimpse into the
skin sun kissed and wind beaten
free spirit and eyes of the heathen
you think you talk
but you tik like a clock
my words might be beautiful
but they have no soul
I feel infinite
late night taxi cab She got in more than ten minutes ago, makeup smudged by tears or sweat. For pretty girls, it’s always tears. She looks out the window, silent, a cigarette burning in her right hand. It started raining a short while ago and the taxi’s motor has been shut down way before that. It’s eerily quiet and she remarks on it, her voice hoarse and oddly soft for the wild child she looks like. The cab driver has given up on telling her to hurry up and choose a destination or leave because she reminds him too much of someone.late night taxi cab2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They’ve been sitting in this deafening silence forever.
She looks back inside, focuses her gaze on the radio to see if it’s off or just turned down. The silence seems to have a weight and it presses down on her. Last night, she sold love in sealed paper packets tucked in shirtsleeves and underwear, caught in the underwire of her bra, pressed to the hummingbir
Idiosyncratic IntentionsBorn to homogenized land, to be enslaved by social trend,Idiosyncratic Intentions2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to become the prostitute of modernization, vile evisceration.
Penanced to Poinciana and her children – palsied by zealous
elections. Entitled by men of relax n' rest and change o' best.
Killing the child
with our eye-spy
generalized assumptions, again.
We are to un-educate ourselves till bide comes a demure lion
who speaks as dames and relates to the hetero-masculine
decline of testosterone. The murderer of wifely ligaments
and unborn innocent innocence. Yet, as we fall to decease,
in regression, we blame our own idiosyncratic intentions.
As a whole of no-hearts, we display regret in the form of
harlot gatherings, fertile famines - vasectomy celebrations.
As Jeremiah watches the facade, Alexia undress herself
in the lenses of connected cameras set in resolution; 1984.
Vilified testified menacing sibling -
why do you watch
your idiosyncratic intentions
Self-destructive lieSmile as you plop into the car,Self-destructive lie2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mother asks you,
"How was your day?"
Stumble into the restroom,
You smile and hug yourself in the mirror.
It's all your fault.
Your joyous expression suppresses the urge to vomit.
Now you're lying to yourself.
Months fly by.
They all ask,
"Are you okay?"
You ask yourself,
"Why do you care so?"
Because I said no.
"Because I still love him."
No, it's because you stopped loving yourself.
Screaming in your mind.
Fire in your soul.
You convince yourself you're worthless,
Glaring at the happy mask everyone sees.
If only they saw the true reflection.
Now everyone you open up to,
They all ask,
"Well did you want to?"
"It's a complicated answer."
Now you ask yourself,
"Did he rape you?"
But I know the truth,
I am a part of you,
AutismDon't treat me like a patientAutism2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All I want to do is run around
Don't talk to me like I am deaf
I can hear it loudly, every sound
Please don't judge me
If you see me cover my ears
It's the way I block out everything out
All the threats and all my fears
I might not communicate like the rest of you
Or look you in the eye
You might tut and moan and bitch
But never ask me why
The truth is that I am different
I just want you to see
That I'm not rude, impolite or weird
Under it all, I am just me
DisappearDisappear from the heart and memoryDisappear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Disappear, release me from You
Disappear, despite old desires
Let me forget about heaven
Disappear, despite I need You
Disappear- intelectual and emotional conflict
Disappear, despite I kiss You in dreams
Go away, but not for eternity
It hurts, when I'm close to You
It hurts, when I don't see You
I love You, I always will
I will, even though I hate You
On Bulimia.The urge to purge has been strong and violent.On Bulimia.11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I don't purge anymore. I have on very rare occasion during fits of insane stress, but I avoid it at all costs. It's one behavior that I have tried to beat out of myself. I think about my delicate teeth and weak stomach, which bear witness to the self-destructive years of childhood robo-barfing. I think about the act of intentionally putting my face where other people crap, and how inherently disgusting that is.
I know it's horrid.
The thought, however, remains. What goes in can come back out. What makes you fat can be eradicated. What frightens you can be removed.
It's tempting at times.
Logically, it's much easier not to eat. Anorexics, to me, are much more logical creatures. They thrive on rational, logical, cold facts. They count calories. They know how much fat is in an ounce of cottage cheese. They perform mathematic calculations at the speed of light. Bulimics are people of passion and emotion. Food comforts. It's like a drug. It cau
Three in Five MinutesDream one was a bright white flashThree in Five Minutes2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and sounds of things breaking
I opened my eyes and saw it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream two was my child yelling
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I opened my ears and heard it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream three was a sudden knocking
on the door in deepest dark.
I opened the door and saw nothing.
Now I think that it was me.
Catcat -Cat2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the chair -
black crescent moon.
i like how your fur glistens in the light.
in your dreams you are chasing beasts again.
Battle in my MindEat.Battle in my Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
I love you..
Flames of RealizationFoolish human!?Flames of Realization3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where the fuck have you been?
Can't you tell this world you lived in,
has already burned down to nothing?
So sift through the ashes of the past
And realize that nothing truly last.
And I hope to God you do this fast,
Before you have to face my wrath.
Because I used to be a lot like you.
Ignorant to all these problems too.
Until I saw the good was few,
and this infectious evil grew!
Don't I miss the days of being blind!
Viewing the world as good and kind.
And then you notice the shit you find,
is enough to make you lose your mind!
Now these once peaceful plains,
are consumed by my hateful flame.
I grow tired of your screaming pain.
It's enough to drive me insane.
I have left my ties to humanity severed.
Nothing you say will make that better.
So please stop these screams of terror!
Before I shatter what's left of this mirror!
AloneI sit alone and mark the time -Alone2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
aware of how the hours crawl -
with solitude a friend of mine.
I find my thoughts a careless scrawl,
meandering among the days -
myself the loser in it all.
I view my world through lonely haze,
aware of loss on which I stand
and never think to mend my ways.
There's not a soul to lend a hand;
there's not a man to call me friend.
SkinI feel youSkin2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As you slide under the covers behind me
Your skin so cool and supple
The soft springy hairs on your chest
Stroke the middle of my back
Finding the tattoo of the unicorn
You chose for me that time by the sea
When we first met
I smell you
As you fold your arms around me nice and tight
Bringing with you scents of
Evening air and salty, musky male
Warming me and cooling me
Building my desire with pure alchemy
Turning me to liquid gold and heat
Just like before
I hear you
As you sigh with me in mutual pleasure
Lifting my hair, touching
Your lips to my moist nape, so needy
Aching for your soft, sweet kiss
Take me to that dark, dark place, my lover
Bite me, suck me, bleed me dry, you fiend
One last time
No Turning Back "You're sure you know what you're doing, young lady?"No Turning Back2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"And you're certain you want to go through with this?"
I take a deep breath. "Yes."
A sly grin. "Right this way."
The tall, wiry man steps out from behind his desk and motions me to the back of his dark, musty antique shop. I'm only slightly hesitant in following, wondering suddenly if this isn't the kind of situation in which a girl might be taken advantage of. But amongst the shop's many ancient items, I catch a glimpse of a thin-bladed samurai sword to my right, and reassure myself that, were Mr. Beanpole here to try anything funny, I could simply lunge for the sword and wield it for all its worth. I nod, pleased with if not proud of my plan of attack.
The shop keeper ducks to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling fan as we move farther and farther back. He looks back to make sure I do the same. I don't; I'm only five foot three.
"Come along, come along, you haven't much time!"
spell caster musiciansDon’t go with him.spell caster musicians2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
If he invites you over, don’t do it.
Because he’ll reel you in with perfect words, and innocent eyes full of secrets you’d love to explore and you’ll find yourself in a bed that smells of him, sharing a kiss that tastes like a question and being consumed by his touch and his words and his unfailing ability to love you for a few moments.
You’ll feel a desire you didn’t know existed and fear the touches you were craving before you got to be so close. You’ll wonder if the songs were meant for you, or a repeat of anything he’s ever tried on other girls.
He’ll stop speaking and existing when life forces you to coexist in the same bubble of air space, but he’ll have long since imprinted himself inside your bones like a Trojan virus.
You’ll spend countless hours thinking it over, exasperated, exhilarated, almost in love with the simple idea, with the wonderful illusion, but you will tick question m
Flowers People who say they have never taken a life before...they are lying whether they realize it or not. They may have never taken a human life but they still have killed before...Flowers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A soft wind blows through the flower field, brightly coloured things of all shapes and sizes dance in the wind...people who say its devoid of life...are wrong...Millions of tiny little living things dot the earths surface and under, creating a splendor of colours
A single flower stands out from the rest, towering over them all, its colours like a fresh spring rainbow in the morning mist...appealing to the eye
A small innocent child reaches out, plucking the stem from its place in the soft ground, a flurry of petals dancing through the air around her at every small step. She giggled and patted at the fluttering petals in the air, awed by the beauty of it all and mostly by the gorgeous one she held in her soft unworked hands.
She presents the flower to her lovin
AloneAlone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many tears,
Hard to survive,
Out my eyes.
Want to die,
Feel so sad,
TnM: Eres tu Marie parte 1Thomas se encontraba en su habitación intentando escribir una nueva canción. Estaba sentado en su escritorio con la espalda doblada como una rama hacia una partitura y un cuaderno de letras. No se le ocurría como continuar. Tan solo le quedaba ponerle una estrofa más. Derrepente se le encendió una bombilla y empezó a escribir en su bloc de letras y en su partitura. Unas cuantas letras y...terminó. Tan solo le faltaba un título. Debía ser algo único pero no muy largo aunque tampoco una palabra. Algo sensible pero no muy romántico. Cansado de pensar se tumbó en su cama y recordó el día de hoy. Hoy había ido con el grupo a buscar un lugar para ensayar. Al final Candance le dejó a sus hermanos que utilizaran el garaje de la casa solo si no hacían mucho ruido pues Amanda tenía los exámenes finales de la universidad y tenía que estudiar. Habían enTnM: Eres tu Marie parte 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
sans parolesce n'est pas toujours si facilesans paroles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
j'aimerais qu'on recommence notre première fois
je voudrais te revoir, encore
te savoir, encore
réapprendre ton toi tout entier
tu devras me pardonner mes caresses
presque trop fragiles, pleines de doutes
tu devrais m’apprendre la langue des anges
chanter les paroles des déchus
je t’en prie,
ensorcelle mon cœur pour la première fois
all over again
Internet"Excuse me. It's really not that funny. As I said, it's raining in my laptop. It's half-rusted already. There was a puddle of water under it when I came home."Internet5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the other side of the phone, the IT specialist was trying really hard to muffle his laughter. He wasn't doing too well.
"I'll " he choked " I'll definitely ask the entire department about this. Maybe they'll have a clue. I " he chuckled and hid it in a cough. "I'm sorry. Horrible cold. I've never heard of anything like this before."
"But the others also promised to come back to me with solutions. They never did."
"I'm sorry, sir. Your problem is waaaay beyond my area of expertise."
The IT expert was hanging up already, but Mike could hear, just before the final click, a cry of long-suppressed mirth. "Get 'im a shrink!"
Mike looked at the laptop. The couch was soaking wet under it. The USB side was starting to show a reddish tint of rust. He sighed and plucked the internet cable out. A few remaining water drops
The Master and the Servant Ch. 5The Master and the Servant Ch. 52 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Sweet dreams, my ass," I grumbled as I lay awake in my bed staring up at the ceiling. Rolling over onto my side, I punched at my pillow in attempt to fluff it. It gave me very little satisfaction to imagine the pillow as Wolfric's fat head.
That kiss had pretty much stolen the promise of a good night sleep from me. Every time I try to close my eyes all I can see are Wolfric's eyes staring into mine as he kissed me senseless.
Why was it bothering me so much? This wasn't the first time he'd kissed me and it probably wouldn't be the last. Why it was different this time, I couldn't tell you, but it bothers me. And when something bothers me, it tends to piss me off.
Have dinner, I scoffed. Did he really think I'd go with him since he pretty much ordered me to? A lady likes to be asked.
On second thought, why shouldn't I go? Hell, I love to eat; and if Wolfric wants to pay for it, he can be my guest. They really did need to continue the
JohnMy words gush out like oil from a barrel- dark, toxic, bitter. They spill all over the couch and slosh onto the floor. I desperately want to make them stop, to scoop them all up and pour them back inside so I can hide them away in the space where all my other unwanted words go, but they keep on flowing, filling up the room, drowning me. I'm scared they'll drown John, too. I try to tell him that. Try to tell him to ignore what I'm saying, to leave me alone, to just leave, but he won't have any of that.John3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because he's John- steady, dependable John- and without me telling him he seems to know exactly what I need. He pulls me into his arms as readily as he would a crying child, and in a lot of ways, that's just what I am. I lean into him, burying my face in his jumper so he won't see the sadness slipping between my eyelids and dripping down cheeks that shouldn't be half as rosy as they are. The knit smells of tea and calm. He is warm and solid and steady and safe.
Some days his
SHERLOCK- John's Friday Night (Katy Perry Parody)John’s Friday NightSHERLOCK- John's Friday Night (Katy Perry Parody)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
There’s a key code in your head
Don’t know what was done or said
Jim is passed out on the floor
Lestrade is pounding on the door
Are you wearing any pants?
Was that a dream, by any chance?
I’ve got a horrible hangover
Ms. Hudson still isn't sober
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
We’re screwed, oh well
It’s a HOUND drug blur
But I’m pretty sure
It ruled, damn
Last Friday night
Yeah, we ran away from cops
Hit a corpse with riding crops
Think we kissed, but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, spin the bottle all night long
Think I sang an awkward song
We played cluedo, you were wrong
Last Friday night
We chased the Golem in the dark
Then Moriarty through the park
Then you asked Molly out for lunch
Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say were gonna stop
op whoa oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Tryin’ to figure all this out
If you weren’t passed out t
Journal 1 - SylviaWell as usual I am sitting in my locked room as my brothers devise a plan of what to do with me. Yeah, it sounds weird but ever since my mum died Leo has started bullying me as well as Toru, it has made it much worse I mean as twins they think a like but together, much much worse.Journal 1 - Sylvia2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This always happens when Dad has to work on weekends, which is quite often. All I want to do on those days is run along the beach for an hour or two, just to clear my head. It is so relaxing in the sea breeze with the waves swishing around my hot feet, I never run with my shoes on.
As a 13 year old girl I am expected to live for my friends, have a crush, be into the latest fashion, music and software but am I truly like that? No I am different, I love sports, running and biking, I am literally the only one in my school who can't wait for cross country each year. That so makes people hate me.
Oh well, I hear my twin brothers stomping down the hall, I wonder what their mad minds have decided on today apart from