.Romantic Tragedies..Romantic Tragedies.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wrapped all around your being
Eyes around every corner
All of them unseeing
Shouts and hollers and bloody screams
Your insides they rip and tear
To live a life of "follow your dreams"
When you're followed by your nightmares
And all you find that you can read
Are those romantic tragedies
And at every turn all you can see
Are whispers of black histories
Promises of forever
Frozen on our lips
Lies of life together
When a common resolve slips
And all the stories you have told
How they kept me well
To the Devil your souls now been sold
So drag me down to Hell.
Bleach OC: Gingitsune KaenBleach OC: Gingitsune Kaen3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Gingitsune Kaen
Age: 324 (Appears to be in his early-twenties)
Alliance: 5th Division Captain
Appearance: Captain Gingitsune Kaen stands at a very modest 5'10" and weighs about 135 pounds - all of it is toned muscle. This slender form is often taken as a sign of weakness by those who don't know Kaen's capabilities, but his friends and comrades know that a surprising quickness and strength hides within his frame. His brown hair is cut in a style called a "buzz-cut" in the real world, and that small amount of hair is barely visible under a black skull-cap with a red bulls-eye on the front. His light brown eyes are almost the same color as his tan skin, which makes them somewhat disarming should he begin to stare at someone. In both ears are dozens of piercings that Kaen has designed himself, but the skull-cap covers all but the bottom few. The charms that show when his hat is on are mostly ornate silver rings th
Are you happy now?I tried my best to please them all…Are you happy now?11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
They said that I always looked too angry
So I shaved off my eyebrows
They said I always dressed bad
So I took off my clothes
They said I cried too much
So I burned out my eyes
They said I wasn't listening
So I tore off my ears
They said I always said the wrong things
So I ripped out my vocal cords
They said I always faked my smile
So I ripped off my lips
They said my hair was a mess
So I cut it off
They said my feet were too big
So I broke them
They said I walked weird
So I saw off my legs
They said I played too much with my fingers
So I pulled off my hands
They said my arms were too thin
So I tore them off
They said my belly looked funny
So I cut out my stomach
They said I sat funny
So I removed my hips
They said I breathe too loud
So I ripped out my lungs
They said I always hung with my head
So I tore it off
They said my skin tone was ugly
So I removed my skin
They said my muscles were weak
So I ripped them off the bones
They said my bon
Wizard of OzWomen fighting over red shoes -- predictable.Wizard of Oz3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I Am NotI am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.I Am Not11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not Blind; I just love to listen.
I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.
I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.
I am not Depressed; this is how I smile
I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.
I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.
I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.
Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,
I am not Special; I'm just being me.
This is for the Average ArtistIt is painful at times,This is for the Average Artist3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,