Scars on Your Wrists I hate when people wear scars on their wrists,Scars on Your Wrists3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Then talk about them like they're an accessory.
It's not an accessory,
Even though you show it off like one.
I don't cut
Because it's pointless.
Pain fixes pain?
Common sense denies that.
I could say 'I understand'.
But I don't. So I won't.
Because half the people that do it,
Do it so they can present it the next day.
You think you're misunderstood,
That you're a special species.
Well, you aren't some endangered animal.
I know you tell everyone about them.
All you care about is the attention it gets you.
And, hey, if scars on your wrist get you there...
There is something very wrong.
2SpookyIt was a very annoying thing for Sherlock, but John was enjoying himself, so the detective let it slide. And due to his lack of protest, the flat slowly became littered with more and more spider webs, skeletons (John thought it would be funny to put Sherlock’s skull out on the porch, but Sherlock put his foot down on that one), witches, and pumpkins. He’d even tried to get Sherlock to carve a pumpkin of his own.2Spooky2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“C’mon, Sherlock. It’d be fun! You can carve anything you want into it!” John had tried to give him a carving knife and pull him out of his Mind Palace and off of the couch.
“John, think over your last sentence, realize it is a bad idea, and let me be.” The genius didn’t even open his eyes, and with a sigh, John gave up and went back to carving the pumpkins.
Though Sherlock did not really want them in the flat, he had to admit the pumpkins turned out quite good. There was one carved as a scary face, one with a spider, and th
UntitledThe hours are slow in the white corridorsUntitled5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you are with me when the hands strike fear
and the clock whispers twelve.
You hear my voice echo down the halls
a half-empty ward
a clear glass of psychotropic drops.
You crush my ribs
and rob my lungs of tears.
You kiss my wrists
and strip the bone
The silver constellation of scars,
the scarlet mouth of screams
softened by the gentle murmurs
of bodies creased with love.
You breathe the poetry I cannot speak,
you hold the fragile shape of my skull
like a bruised eggshell
as the nurses hold me down
You feel it in your lungs
when the needle slides through,
and the drop of blood is yours too.
You feel the medicated sleep,
the sweet lull of seduction
as sedation pulls at the hull of my veins.
Long hours spent visiting your daughter
While doctors tell you she's insane.
You lie awake each night as the weeks pass
and I feel it in my chest,
in each breath
The hurt I crease into the faces
of my sweet family.
I ache and I am hollow
but you sli
Addiction To...LoveSlowly slipping ivory fingers around the glass,Addiction To...Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A peeking eye above the sliver,
A quick prick of a frost-bitten shiver,
The tears of such a beastly heart are flames licking my skin.
Too timid to admit the pain,
I fall to my knees in the obvious shadow,
Letting these tears of gasoline ignite upon the painted scene,
And excuse my blood’s habit of finding our perfect poison.
I am the Victorian-doll who hollows her chest for her prince-charmings,
I give my all, I tear my clothes, I do all but open my eyes to the price of strange love,
I excuse behavior for the sake of pride, for the sake of being alone otherwise…
I am hopeless, and never wish to be alone.
I fall to the leaves, my arms crossing my chest, my hair spreading and tangling in autumn love,
And as every breath, every whisper, every shiver electrifying my spirit soars and eases every fear,
I can never remember why I need so much…
I can never understand why I fear so much…
I can never recognize my addictio
This is My RageLet it fall,This is My Rage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it crash down around me.
I don't care anymore.
Let it burn,
Let me suffer.
It's all I do anymore.
This is my rage
This is my anger.
I've finally given up.
Let it hurt,
Let it die.
You can't save me,
So don't try.
Brilliant WordsIf I could writeBrilliant Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beautiful words, I’d be
The fairest of them all.
If I could write
Strengthening words, I’d be
Stronger than any other.
If I could write
Encouraging words, I might
Never be sad again.
If I could write
Empowering words, not another
Could do me harm.
If I could write
The most brilliant words,
I might not have any other reason
If I could write
But one piece or line or word,
I would want it to be one
I could call my own-
One I could claim for myself.
If I could write any words,
I would want them to be
My words, words no other
Could write without thinking
Of me, one who only wishes
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
A foolYou trampled upon my heart,A fool2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your love causing me sadness.
My anger is growing fierce,
Burning me up inside.
My angel of darkness,
Causing sadness in my heart.
You can wish hell upon me,
But I wont care if I am in hell.
I'll admit I am slow to learn,
Simply going in circles.
I'll never win in life,
For I am a pure fool.
ConformI was told to be normalConform2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To try to fit in
I tried my own way
But where to begin?
Girls are to wear jewelry
So I made a necklace of rope
They wear the diamonds in pride
I dangled until I choked
Girls wear dresses with patterns
So I carved some into my skin
The patterns so pretty
I think in comparison mine win
Girls talk and giggle
So I sang my swan song
They all turned to me
To point out everything wrong
Girls like pink
I imagine the colour of scars
The girls crowd around purses
I dream of old cars
Girls sniffle over boys
I sob over life
The girls resort to diaries
I use my knife
These girls don't have issues
But mine had began
You told me to be normal
But I don't think I can
I Walk AloneDo you know, who I am?I Walk Alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know, how I began?
I guess it don't matter, I am who I am,
I've been here forever, on this lifeless land,
Can I ask, if I still have a name?
Is there something tangible for me to claim?
Who really cares, I'll die all the same,
I'm running out of people, for me to blame,
If I close my eyes right now, right here,
And never to open them for a thousand year,
Would anyone notice my disappear?
Would anyone bother to cry in my ear?
I must be dreaming, I have no right,
I know to well that I must fight,
For if I don't I'll loose my life,
"Another death for another night",
I hear you say, "oh please come home"
But these streets I walk are all I know,
Please don't follow my endless road,
In my heart, I walk alone.
All That GlittersI run so close to the edge.All That Glitters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Virgin toes that tread the line.
How close is too close?
When you know in the end
you will end up hurting them all.
I know it's as if I don't care.
Oh, I hold my facade so well.
Wrapped up in one tale or another.
But everybody knows what lies beneath.
Simmering under a closed lid.
What waits behind the closed door.
Heavy handed and bolted shut.
Guarded. But the truth always hurts.
I can't make myself beautiful
Can't make myself right.
Can't make you see the character;
The costume I slip into at night.
The glass is shattered
when I hit the deck.
The fragments warped from years
But I hold onto them, just in case.
You never know when it needs
to be slipped back into place.
Never know who is watching;
when the cameras are rolling.
But one thing I do know.
The thing inside my closet?
Behind trapped doors. Smoke and mirrors.
Is the secret I keep most hidden.
It is simply,
Good nightThe snow beneath your feet,Good night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crack, crack, creak,
I see your breath so clear,
"I know that your down here",
then your heart begins to race,
so begins our chase,
soon again I'll feed,
on a soul consumed with greed,
you did not see the ice,
which started my cold paradise,
so you fall and hit your thigh,
releasing a brutal cry,
"close your eyes", I say,
"let your soul, slip away",
"for in the morning you will not wake",
"and for good measure, your heart I will take",
I cut quite deep into your Brest,
"now my friend, I leave you to rest",
thus taking another life,
I leave this tale for another night,
Depressiona dark holeDepression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no ladder, no rope
no chance, no hope
fend for yourself
spiders and snakes
made of mistakes
the floor drops
more with every second
the light at the lid
and so do the shards of you.
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
ScreamScream me a lullabyScream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So it rings in my ears,
While I mix bitter blood
With these hopeless tears.
Starve me a song
That I can taste on my lips,
Stinging my tongue,
Slimming my hips.
Slice me a melody
That sweetens my hate,
Though deep down inside,
I know it’s too late.
a scienceI in no way claim this to be quality writing at all, I just submitted it as a favor for someone who was feeling all down today. Their work had brightened my days so I felt a need to try and return the favor. Characters are Bluejay (RJ) and Momnetum (Wesley) and they belong completely to this genius: http://buddahthebob.deviantart.com/a science2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wesley wasn't something easy to figure out. He wasn't a figure, an equation, a puzzle with all the pieces right there on the table. RJ was sure there were parts of himself he kept hidden, kept in his mind, because that’s what everyone did. No exceptions. Yet when Wes talked to him, laughed with him, or just looked at him with a face full of unbridled emotion, RJ felt like he was looking at the one person that may always be open with him. Which made it all the more exasperating that he couldn't figure out the speedsters intentions.
He told himself just to ask. Sure, they had only confessed their "cert
Cat!England x Reader - Birthday PresentCat!England x Reader - Birthday Present2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The cool, spring air blew against your forehead as you were walking home from a late night party, causing strands of your bunned hair to whip back behind you. The slight heels on your flats clicked against the pavement, and being preoccupied with something in your purse, you didn't see where you were going. And because you were digging through such a small handbag for just a measly iPhone, you ended up running into someone. Upon impact with a hard, muscle-y chest, you looked up at who you bumped into. Unfortunately, it was a drunkard who smelled strongly of alcohol. The smell of him was enough to make you gag.
"Heey therr, purrty," the man slurred, too drunk to even walk on his own two feet. He looked you up and down, obviously feeling like the luckiest guy on earth just because he happened to bump into a young girl wearing a cocktail dress at night. You could tell because of the smirk he wore on his face; guys like that bothered you to no extent. "How 'bout I take you tah m' house and
AtLA_Reluctant Hero_ Ch2AtLA_Reluctant Hero_ Ch23 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 2: An Inconvenient Truth
Zuko's back faced his uncle as he laid on his futon, shame tightening every muscle to the point of soreness. Not only had he air-bended in front of his uncle but he had relieved his stomach contents on the old man's shoes. He hadn't meant for such an action to occur but the world had started to close in, his hope being drained by a single defining moment. He was not the Avatar. He couldn't be. The Avatar, as proclaimed during the war's beginning, was an enemy of the Fire Nation. It didn't even matter if the Avatar was Fire Nation either because, as the Fire Sages had revealed, the old Avatars could voice their opinions from the spirit world and consul the living Avatar.
Avatar Roku was proof enough of that, denying the Fire Nation their rightful claim to the war until after his death.
The prince pulled himself a little more into a ball, trying to do so as discreetly as possible. It didn't matter though, Iroh's body weight shifted at the end of his bed,
.:BEN Drowned x Sofie:. Lemon.:BEN Drowned x Sofie:. Lemon1 year ago in Romance More Like This
(A/N) THIS PIECE OF THING INVOLVES LEMON.
LEMON IS SEX
DONT LIKE SEX OR LEMONS
OTHER WHO LOVES LEMONS
It was almost 8 p.m... And almost the whole house was empty. It was friday night. Some guys went on a spree's, like Jeff with Chris, or been dragged out to hooker bar like Slender by Offender. There were some Pasta's in the mansion I was in, but soon, they said they will go out too. It means, I will be the only one in the mansion... Which was creeking sometimes and gave me the goosebumbs. Great. I sighed and walked to Bloodie's room. I was staying with her, since she insisted me so. She had a nice big cozy and soft dark red bed, when you lie in it, it feels like a cloud. That's what she said like. The woman has wings, so she can know what it feels like to hang out on clouds. I noticed my green backpack with creeper's logo on it, and remembered, I have my headphones with me. So I lazily walked to get them. Since I got them, I plugged them into Bloodie's phone and starte
Ignore AdviceWrite ten bad poems.Ignore Advice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write one hundred
Write and drink.
Keep a notebook with you,
write in public
and make sure that others
know that you are, in fact,
Write a love poem,
then throw it away
because all the good ones
have already been read.
write about the decision
instead of the feeling.
Write one sentence
say to yourself that
this is it, THIS is IT.
and tell yourself that again.
Surreal WorldSurreal World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the world around you feels so surreal
And you can't tell what's fake or for real
So you work your way through, trying to discover
And your memory's lost, so you're trying to recover
Feeling as if all the pages have flown
And wishing if only the world was clear and you'd known
But your brain is filled with plain morning dew
And is leaving you empty as the chilled wind blew
Musical Gilbert! -Behind Red Eyes!-"No von knows vhat it's like... To be zhe bad man... To be zhe sad man... Behind blue eyes..." She heard him sing, gently rousing her from an almost-nap. As if the reverberation in his chest from humming wasn't enough, he had actually begun to use hushed tones to get the lyrics out of his system. She decided to try and ignore it, so close to falling over the precipice of a blissful little snooze. Snuggling further into his side, (Y/N) shut her eyes once more, trying to get comfortable.Musical Gilbert! -Behind Red Eyes!-2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Und no von knows vhat it's like... To be hated... To be fated... To telling only lies... But mein dre-eams, zhey aren't as empty... As mein conscience seems to be... I've got hou-urs, only lonely... My love ist vengeance... Zhat's never free..."
Gilbert's girlfriend lifted her head to look at him, a worried crease in her brow. He caught eyes with her and looked kind of startled that she was still awake.
"Vhat's wrong? Ist mein beautiful voice not awesomely lullaby-ing you to sleep, frau?"
"Why are you s
Kiss me where it's sore 1Chapter 1: "It's Cancer"Kiss me where it's sore 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kurt fidgeted a little as he sat on the hard plastic of the waiting room chair. He was unable to keep still as he waited. He felt liked he'd been sat there for hours, though in reality it could of only of been 20 minutes at the most. He hated hospitals, he hated the atmosphere, the smell. He hated the waiting rooms the most. It was the middle of the summer and it was hot out. There where moms and dads there with little children who where sat playing with toys. A old man sat there coughing and spluttering. Kurt wanted to ask if he was okay but the mad looked Kurt up and down and scowled as if he was something nasty on the bottom of his shoe. Kurt took out his phone and tired to look busy. "Kurt Hummel?" said a deepish voice from above him. He looked up to find a doctor there. He gave the young boy a kind smile and Kurt gave him one back trying to seem as confident as he could "could you like to follow me?" he asked.
Kurt stood up clutching his shoulder bag. He f