Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."Attention Seeker2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
admittance is salvationYou were always beautiful.admittance is salvation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With your smattering of freckles
and the deepest green eyes.
A crowd was always attached to your hip,
a voice constant in your ear.
You were never more alone.
You remember the feeling of
the room spinning that night
and the outline of that guy.
(You thought you loved him.)
You had never felt more hate.
And you're afraid because
every time you feel that rush of anger,
that blinding surge, you bottle it.
You've never been more shaken up.
Then one day, at the junction
of hot rage and face down in the bathtub,
You admit to yourself that
you have failed to be real.
You've never been more transparent.
All the lies, the dirty smiles, the dishonorable
intentions come pouring out of you
in waves of tears and poetry.
Through exhaustion, your hazy eyes
pierce the heavens with force and intent.
You were never a quitter.
Each small molehill becomes
a mountain as you conquer it,
stepping stones to more than
shades of grey.
You can always be more colorful.
Remarkable, it se
NaruHina-Trust2 Chatper 13"I love you, Naruto-sempai." Hinata cried. "But I'm pretty sure you'll hate me."NaruHina-Trust2 Chatper 134 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What?" Naruto asked, confused.
Hinata cling on his shirt tighter. "I received a missing memory while you were fighting Saburo. I saw it. I remember being in you house. While you were sleeping. While you were sleeping I was watching you. You were so beautiful, so hard to resist. I remember wanting to be near you, wanting to keep you all to myself, but you were in love with someone at least that's what I felt. And ." Hinata clenched her teeth. "And without seeming to think of your feelings I'd kiss you "
Naruto's eyes went wide remembering, that so called dream that he thought was an illusion was real.
"So that woman that was watching me that night. The women that I felt as I was sleeping? That woman that was telling me something That was you?"
Hinata was in pain. "Don't you find me disgusting? I stole you first kiss with a girl. I could feel your sa-!!!"
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
BetrayalBetrayalBetrayal7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dark eyes can no longer show emotion,
I am numb to everything around me.
You were the one to make me this way,
Cold and heartless, filled with only fury.
I believed your good intentions,
I endured your playful ridicule.
I followed you with unyielding devotion,
But you were a fraud. And I? A fool.
You turned away when I needed you most,
Leaving me to a fate so horrendous.
I had lovingly given you my fragile glass heart,
But you broke it into a million pieces.
For a moment I could feel nothing
But the dull throb of ache and depression.
Then it all came crashing down on me:
The sadness, the grief, the anger, the desperation.
I realised my grave mistake,
I had let you use me as your own.
There was nothing more I could do now
Except whimper, scream, thrash and moan.
I pushed you away, shunned you out
And steeled myself for pain.
I slowly began to put my heart back together,
But it was imperfect, never again to be the same.
Now here I stand, emotionless and bitte
Shit.Shit.Shit.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.
It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.
How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of divisions.
Between polite pleasantries to abusive abrasions of affliction.
How can the tone and meaning change after every rendition.
This word sounds exactly like what it means.
You scream it, shout it and even mutter it under your breath.
No matter how big or little the occasion may seem.
Just unleashing it will take a load off your chest.
You say it w
.First Kiss.K...Kiba-K...Kun... I...Its c...cold... The girl weakly said. The boy held her closer..First Kiss.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ill warm you The girl held onto his jacket with weak, shaky hands.
I Im s scared K Kiba-kun He stroke her back a little, holding her even closer.
Itll be fine I promise, Hinata He wasnt going to tell her that they both were dying, that the chances of someone finding them were nonexistent, and that the only reason he still was alive, was to make sure of that she didnt have to die alone. Without her, he wouldve given up a long time ago. He felt how she began to shake, and he opened his jacket, and pulled her so close that he almost could close it again. I Itll be fine He felt how the salty scent of tears mixed with the ironish smell of blood, and his heart broke. His little Hinata How scared wasnt she? What pain didnt
It Gets BetterListen,It Gets Better2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every year starts and ends with winter
There's nothing you can do about that
I know it's frustrating
To step out of your house
And see the path you just paved
Covered in snow
But please, be patient
Because the more snow you pile up,
The greener your grass will be
In the spring
Fading FootstepsAnd I have to wonder…Fading Footsteps3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you notice
when the tears fall down my cheeks?
Were you out of earshot
when sobs escaped my lips?
No, you didn’t notice.
You were already gone.
But had you been here…
[I have to wonder]
Would you have even cared?
Naruhina christmas special This has nothing to do with my fanfic opposites attract, this is just a christmas gift for all of you naruhina fans out there, and merry christmas to you, everyone and all.Naruhina christmas special5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The streets of Konoha were all empty, for today wasn't a day when everybody would be out and chatting and buying and selling in the streets. Today was the day of christmas. Today friends and family would be joined together for having a merry christmas.
Hinata realized how empty the streets were when she walked a little around. Almost no one were to be seen. She was wearing a furred coat that she always wore at christmas time. It was good using it especially when it was so cold as it was. Therefore she had to put on a hat and some gloves too to keep her warmth. She didn't exactly know why no one would want to go outside in this weather. The snow had just fallen last night and the untouched snow was very pretty to look at.
This trip was actually the only time in the whole month she had a nice, silent and lone
Sometimes I wish I knew the girls I write about.Believing God speaks to her in riddles,Sometimes I wish I knew the girls I write about.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She feels most alive
when hanging out of windows.
A fearless free faller
with an adventurers heart,
and innocent New York eyes.
and impossible to snuff out-
Forgive her, sweet father,
for she has sinned.
It's been three
KibaHina WaterfallKibaHina~KibaHina Waterfall5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Strewn across the large black tent was Naruto, snoring loudly. He was right beside Kiba, who occasionally went "woof," in his dreams and scratched his ear like a dog would with his hind leg. Beside Kiba was Hinata, who was pulled into herself in a little ball.
Hinata blinked a couple of times and then rolled over to look at Kiba and Naruto. Neither one was awake, and Hinata shifted positions. She was getting ready to sneak out of the tent when Kiba rolled over in his sleep and placed his arm over her waist protectively. Hinata gasped and blushed as she saw the close proximity of his face, as he breathed so close to her mouth.
"Hinata," he sighed. His hand went limp around her, and she knew that she could move now. She didn't want to for a second, but sighed as she knew she had to train. Kiba chuckled in his sleep, and she realized she had breathed on his face. She looked at him a little longer, a little smile on her face as she blushed. He said her name again in his
Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.
She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.
She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.
Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.
Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.
There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.
The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows people will judge her before they have even read
Her story because they’re too caught up in their own narrative.
They only take the time to read your book once you are dead.
They say we’re born alone and die alone.
As humans we are built to survive and consume.
Even if you are raised from a loving home.
You can still feel out of place in your ow
hey world,why aren't you beautiful?hey world,6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i realised today
that i am
hanging open at the edges, like a sentence
without an end
today, sitting on the bus,
i kept on telling myself:
but it wasn't.</b>
and i can't pretend anymore.
barbed metal, flung gravel.
i keep on getting hit.
you have summer skies, winter seas,
black and starry nights.
and perfect grains of sand.
but why are you
so difficult to live in?
You like meKiba didn't know when exactly it happened, but one day as he was walking through the forest with Akamaru, he realized something that should have been so obvious and yet somehow he had missed it.You like me4 years ago in Romance More Like This
“You like me!” the scruffy haired shinobi breathlessly shouted as he ran, full speed, straight up to the group of kunoichi sitting in front of the dango shop eating their sweets. Four pairs of eyes looked up at him, confused and slightly amused. None of them seemed to realize exactly who he was talking to, and as he tried to catch his breath, after having run from one end of the village to the other, the girls all exchanged concerned looks, wondering if perhaps there was something wrong with the Inuzuka boy.
He had said it in such a rush, however, that none of the four girls had understood a word of what Kiba had practically screamed in their faces.
The first to speak was the blue-haired girl, who, had she heard, would have been turning ten shades darker than she'd ever blushed be
Perhaps Life as I ponder the days gone byPerhaps Life3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and contemplate my future
I wonder 'bout the reasons why
I've often had to suffer
and yet good times were also mine
to share and to be shared with
family, friends, good food, fine wine
happiness... not just a myth
world war I...men on the moon
adolph hitler...Jesus Christ
modern medicine...aids and cancer
the Bible...mein kampf
long life...crib death
perhaps life is a mystery
a conundrum to be resolved
evil's part of our history
and yet we are all involved
perhaps life is a gift from God
a thing to cherish and love
some may find it rather odd
that the credit should go... the the One up above.
I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.I am not a stereotype2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
Punch your own stomach.
Does it hurt yet?
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
I'm just depressed.
Stare at your arms.
"What are you doing?"
I just have low self esteem.
I'm just human.
I'm just me.
Mommy and DaddyMommy, Daddy, are you okay?Mommy and Daddy3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.
All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.
"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.
Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm hiding under the blankets, writing these words down with a pen.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're tearing my heart into one, two, three.
A piece for each of us, a piece of my heart,
the beating has stopped before it could start.
Two sections I wish I could install into both of you,
yet I'm afraid I have not yet found the proper glue.
"It isn't your
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
AloneAlone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were alone from the start,
But you didn't care back then.
You were special.
So special that no one could understand you.
But that was special too.
No one could reach you in your bubble.
Then the others came.
They were more special.
You pulled away.
While being surrounded you felt so alone.
Until you were really alone.
And no one could understand you.
Not even you.
You tried to change.
But the bubble was strong.
You kicked and screamed, but no one noticed.
That was what the bubble was for.
Then came the time when they pushed you away.
They couldn't have known you are different.
Are you different?
you drifted away,
They won't remember.
They won't remember what they never knew.
Did you know?
Who are you?
Why is it painful?
What is painful?
Why are you crying?
FifteenThe blushing crowsFifteen3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Land on my clothes.
They tease my ears
With regrets and fears.
So I suppose
This is how my life goes.
Purples, blues, greens, yellows
It's something that I never chose.
My eyes squeeze shut.
I mend and stitch
The holes and splits
The ones I etched
And the ones you stretched.
Six hundred pounds of flesh
Resting upon my chest.
It's harder to catch my breath.
I hope this is not my death.
The worms withdraw
While the vultures claw
And begin to gnaw
At my limbs of straw
My skin bursts open
To release words unspoken.
Down the street
A young teen
Wants to sleep.
Eyes squeezed shut.