The Angel and His Cigarettethe angel lights another cigarette,The Angel and His Cigarette4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
as he turns to greet me.
he looks into my eyes,
but i'm not sure if he sees me.
cause to him,
i'm just another soul.
cause to him,
i'm not even whole.
and inside i know it's true,
the only thing left of me is you.
and when you're so close,
yet so far away
i don't know,
if i'll survive another day
and the cigarette smoke,
seeps into my lungs,
and he sees the disgust,
as the taste greets my tongue.
such an ugly habit,
for such a beautiful beast.
and by the lines on his face,
it's been years at the least,
since he lit
his first death stick,
but these years
have been hectic,
and the nicotine
is an escape.
from the monotony
of every day.
Playing GodSometimes I like to pretend thatPlaying God2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm God, putting a pen to
paper and scripting out someone's
life like a puppeteer.
Maybe if I
wrote the epilogue in
my own blood, the
screams inside my
head wouldn't be as
real," is just an excuse
for killing off their
loved ones; I want to feel
their agony tenfold (because I
deserve to think I'm as heartless
as I feel).
CharlieI had a stalker.Charlie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't know his name but I'm sure he knew mine.
I called him Charlie.
He always had a camera hanging from his twig thick neck and he cradled it in his hands; a wispy finger stroking the shutter release. His dark brown hair was a curly mess and his shirts wrinkly and thin. He had the most perfect eyebrows, sweeping and gentle. He must have the most captivating eyes, I thought every time he'd glance my way. We'd never made eye contact. Charlie preferred it that way.
He came into the bookstore once a week, not to watch me leaf through the used books or reach high to shelve the approved ones, but to actually browse them. He read the unknowns; the virgins with their unbroken spines. I imagine he liked the smell of them aromas preserved for him alone. Charlie appreciated the books wearing dusty coats and factory perfume a decade old.
The rest of the time he spent on the outside looking in. My co-workers were tickled pink. "What a geek." "Poor guy doesn't realize you
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
072i ached enough that day0722 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to salt the atlantic ocean
three time over
Ib - He Didn't KnowColdness overcame him. Garry had no choice but to lay down as Ib moved forward, a fragment of the very essence of his life snatched away with each time an eerily kind voice would sing. Loves me, Loves me not. Loves me, Loves me not.Ib - He Didn't Know3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Of course he heard the voice. Garry listened to each petal of his magic blue rose fall, floating to the ground as his life wilted with the flower. He had once hoped that Ib might have been able to rescue him, but soon he became aware of how fragile his consciousness was becoming and how soon he would slip into darkness.
Garry wanted only the best for Ib, the cute, fun little girl he had only met that afternoon. In his last moments when the last shining blue petal fell and Mary sounded off a final, blissful Loves me as a cheer of victory Garry had only wished that Ib had made it home safely after all they had been through at this horror show of an art museum and that Mary would stay as far away from the sweet girl as possible. Bli
Can't you hear the voices?Can't you hear the voices?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you hear the voices?
As they ring inside my head
Can't you see the faces?
Painted in the blood so red
Can't you taste the poison?
As it rests upon your tongue
Can't you hear the voices?
Then you do not belong.
EDOS - The Rise Of Nemra - Intro Tales Of Edos - IntroEDOS - The Rise Of Nemra - Intro4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Es war eine beinahe makellos klare Nacht. Eine leichte Brise wehte und trieb die vereinzelten Wolken vor sich her, welche angesichts des nahezu vollkommenen Firmaments schrecklich deplatziert wirkten. Der Mond hingegen schien wie erstarrt; ein einsamer Wächter in der Dunkelheit der Nacht.
Zu seinen Füßen lag die alte Ruinenstadt Mhinas, deren zerfallene Gemäuer sich wie abstrakte Gebilde von der dunklen Umgebung abhoben. Das Mondlicht verlieh ihnen ein unwirkliches Aussehen, als wären sie einem Traum entsprungen. Einst eine blühende Metropole einer fremden Zivilisation, waren sie heute nichts weiter als Relikte vergangener Zeiten.
Inmitten der gewaltigen Ruinen, am Rande eines großen, mit Steinbrocken übersäten Platzes, rührte sich etwas im Schatten der Gebäude. Eine große, hagere Gestalt trat aus dem Inneren eines zerstörten Hochhauses und ließ wachsam den Blick über den vom Mondlicht erhellten Platz schweifen.
Es war ein Illuma, eine Gestalt,
Drip DropDrip.Drip Drop4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All is still.
The cave is soundless.
A Life stirs...
The tide rises.
Water runs down...
Her eyes roam the crypt.
The chilling air tenses...
Skin smooth, and hair white.
A soft song...
A step from the pool.
Watch it trickle back in...
A silk caress.
She greets him at the entrance.
A wave collides,
And all is still again.
Care NotIt's not as if the world has a sayCare Not4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whether I do what I do or let stupidity play
For I know in my mind that the clock has struck
Yet I do not care if I'm a sitting duck
It tires my feet to stand on its own
For I see no reason to even bother
And I let my arms swing round and round
Troubling naught to make a sound
She calls, he screams, they say my name
But I simply turn and ignore my fame
The lazy condemnation slithers in my bones
And I idle myself from the weary tones.
Emberkit kit mission 2Emberkit kit mission 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The soft sounds in the nursery were heard in Emberkit's ears. "Sunfeather can I go play with Willowfur's kit's? Please! Honykit wont wake up yet." she spoke impatiently jumping in front of her mother. Sunfeather sighed "Alright, alright don't hurt yourselves though!" she purred and set her head down to rest. Emberkit jumped for joy and raced over to Sandkit and Dapplekit.
Sandkit was curled up in her small nest of moss, her huge clunky paws laying outstretched. Her fluffy tail was curled around herself and her eyes were shut tight. Dapplekit was awake, she noticed the bright red-orange kit bounding toward them. "Hi Emberkit!" she squeaked excitedly, Sandkit's ear twitched at her sister's voice and opened her eyes slowly and blinked. The nursery became blurred but after a moment she saw Emberkit's bright eyes looking at her. "Emberkit!" Sandkit mewed with excitement. She stood up immediately and shook off the moss that still clung to her pelt. "Good morning!" Dapplekit said, trotting ov
Her Innocence I LoveI am unholyHer Innocence I Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tainted and bad
There is nothing safe about me
And people are drawn to it
I am pitch black
I have found stark white
I have found Innocence in her
Is it fake, No?
Is a trait I adore
Some may see it as a burden
But to me, It is change
Her wide eyes as they look around
So stunned in awe
Utterly unaware of those who watch her
Trying to unearth who she is
At one glance
I know she doesn't belong she is too pure
I want to take her hand and pull her away
So she may keep her innocence
When she comes close, I am immovable
Her eyes, like diamonds in the sun light
Gleaming with a powerful strength
She seems so frail
So Innocent and at peace
But in those eyes lay another truth
Something has happened in her life
At once, I want to render
Who ever has done such a crime
For hurting her is a sin
One look in her eyes, I have seen a past
One of running and fear
Of loss and grief
I want to hug this Innocence
Keep her safe and tell her it was a dream
It was Your Train Track EyesYour eyes were empty.It was Your Train Track Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were staring at the railroad tracks
with melancholy coloring your face
and depression smeared across your lips like a balm.
My voice broke the night,
echoing through the tunnel stretched out before us.
You just glanced at me,
your irises liquid honey in the moonlight.
I longed to wipe the shadows from your skin.
I longed to touch you,
"What are you doing?"
But that was a stupid question,
I knew what you were doing.
I could read it
in the wrinkles on your forehead.
There were freckles on your nose
and I imagined them into constellations,
the universe in a blink.
You were contemplating the world
when you turned your head my way
and rolled your eyes.
I walked home contemplating you
and your echoing,
I never saw you
or your railroad-eyes again,
but I think of you sometimes
when the trains are passing me by.
I wonder if you found your answer
or if you're still just as lost as I
A Special Happy BirthdayA Special Happy Birthday:A Special Happy Birthday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your birthday is a special day,
It comes but once a year.
And so I've made this little poem
For those that I hold dear.
You've lived and grown another year
And now you've come of age.
It is time for you to show yourself
Upon this worldly stage.
Some are artists, some are troops
Some are sportsmen throwing hoops.
Some are writers, some are bad,
Some might be the best we've had
Others are fixers, others will fax
A gamer might use some mighty hacks;
There is a plethora of choices for you,
So do what in your heart is true.
But for today let us just have fun
Rock the world and then be done.
For a birthday comes but once a year
And yours my friend is finally here!
"Happy Birthday to you, I wish you all the best and may all your wishes come true."
-From Chen Yuan Wen, to all the November birthday kids, 5th November 2012
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever andWhen you lose a best friend11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Rebel Love Song Chapter 1Rebel Love Song Chapter 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
I sat at the desk in my dorm room researching for my latest essay, when my phone went off. It was a text from my friend.
“Hey, check your email when you get the chance.”
Check my email? Why? I shook it off and opened a new tab to my email. I clicked on my inbox and there it was. An email from my friend saying “Merry Christmas”. I fell out of my chair and screamed when I saw what it was. Tickets to my first concert ever. Not jut to see any band; but my favourite band in the whole world; Black Veil Brides. I couldn't believe it. I just had to announce that I was going everywhere; Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter. It was so amazing. January 18 couldn't come soon enough...
“Andy, come on, we gotta practice.” Christian told him as he twirled his drumsticks around.
“Hang on, I'm checking out my Twitter real quick.”
“You always check your Twitter.” Ash
GermanyxReader: Nothing,I just fell out a windowGermanyxReader: Nothing,I just fell out a window2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
GermanyxReader: Nothing,I just fell out a window
Don't worry its nothing like the picture,you did not fall several stories into a pool.
You were a clumsy girl. You had always found a way to hurt yourself by accident,which cause your husband Ludwig to worry about you a lot. Soon cops started to come to your house wondering if your husband beat you,and everyday you told them no and acted like it was nothing. Here's three times you hurt yourself.
The Microwave and Oven
You were doing 4 things at the same time,making something in the microwaves,baking something in the over,talking on the phone,and chopping up something with a butcher knife.Your husband was at work. You were so busy on the phone that you accidentally cut your finger,so you went go get the first-aid kit when you forgot about the over. You open the oven and took out what you were cooking,but since you weren't wearing oven mit
moondust.we live in a world where our lungs are black and outlined with angry streaks of red. we plant diseases and destruction in the holes of our stomachs and watch them grow they shoot up fast and clog up our throats with ashy leaves.moondust.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
our fingernails are ripped, jagged edges digging into pale skin and leaving white hot lines in their wake. our wings are crumpled, feathers bent and pressing into the expanse of our backs they're the weights on our shoulders, and there's no space left for anything else.
your tongue is cracked and so is mine. words no longer form, sounds no longer rise. dreams and wishes fall into the cracks as nightmares rush past them out into the open. that breathtaking sequel to life you were hoping for no longer exists we are now aimless, hopeless, and craving for sin.
we swallow moons and exhale moondust; we stray from orbits and into vacuums. but all we ever wanted were the touch of lightly powdered lips against our flesh.
Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-Garry flicked his smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his heel as he faintly heard the final school bell ring. He waited patiently as the students began flooding out the entrance gates, talking of how they were going to just waste their days away, as opposed to studying for tests or working on school projects. He exhaled the plume of smoke he had been holding back, and settled his hands into his pockets. It was just like every other day.Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since their reunion after the art gallery, Garry made it a point to see Ib everyday. After school he would walk her home or to his house to help her study. If it were a weekend, the two of them would go to the cafe and have some macaroons and some drinks—juice for her, coffee for him. Then after that, they'd stop at Garry's apartment just to hang out and talk about random things. There was quite an age gap between the two, but Ib was Garry's best friend.
The aforementioned girl rounded the corner to the entrance, walking to