CrimsonThe secret of beautyCrimson1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lies with a rose;
Its aesthetic brilliance
Its deep crimson hue
is adored by the eye;
Its external presence
is never passed by
But when it is touched,
the finger, it pricks
The blood trickles softly
as it drips
And one thing is seen
from this new point of view:
The same crimson beauty
is internal too
sati(ate)dit's ironic,sati(ate)d1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
isn't it? the way
they say "hunger gnaws"
like the way our teeth
scrape against bones.
for all the
calories that are counted,
you still feel
empty. you aren't
you are digesting
nothing but air
and maybe your own guilt.
that's just the way
living is these
glass shards to
slice up your insides so
you can ignore
the other kind of pain your
stomach is feeling.
but when people ask
if you're doing okay you just
smile and nod even though
you can't help but
think "if honesty was
tangible, i'd eat it right
an acquired taste and
some days you'd
like to rip your
Castle of air.It broke.Castle of air.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My fragile mind shattered like a glass mosaic.
All the tiny shards fell out of my ears, nose, mouth and eyes until there was nothing left.
That's when the men in white came to take me with them.
They told me they would take me to a castle where I would be treated like royalty, and where servants would be looking for the pieces of my mind puzzle that I had lost.
They dressed me in a beautiful white gown and brought me to my chambers so I could rest after my long journey. The walls and floor were soft to touch, and as I stretched on my toes and reached up my hand, my fingertips brushed against the soft ceiling.
There was no need for a common bed.
The entire room was a bed!
Softer than any bed I had ever slept in before.
I do not know how long I slept, but when I woke up, a servant in white came with food and water for me. He told me that if I was behaving well, he would take me to meet the others. I was curious to know who else lived at the castle, and promised I would be nice
LoveLove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
" I Love her"
You said those three words making my heart sink.
like my heart was a boat gusting with water and over floating
Your green eyes
Your way of saying my name
I love but why can't you see
Just A friend
Just A best friend
but you always look pass me
like I'm invisible
but i'm not, you know that
A Beauty queen, that's what you want?
To have someone that is beautiful on the outside but ugly inside?
Her Bad attitude that what's you love?
No, her sitting on boys's laps when you are not there?
is this what you love about her?
Could you ever love ... an awkward girl?
Remember When You Said Forever? -Poetry-Remember When You Said Forever? -Poetry-2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Remember when you said forever?
My heart is what you nearly severed.
You had promised me you'd never leave?
The result of cuts covered by sleeves.
I nearly lost myself that night
Where I had gave everyone quite a fright.
I slit my wrists until they were drenched
My eyes were shut, my teeth were clenched.
You were and always will be
Oh so much better than me.
From your perfect hair to your unique style,
This self harm is only a trial.
When I write down these last words
I will be free.
I will fly like a bird.
So if you did tell me now
If you can see this somehow
I miss you so much it hurts my heart
I should of expected it from the start.
When you can see what you've done to me
Then maybe you can start to see
All the things I had done for you
All the things I had done. You have no clue.
Please, why can't I just be happy?
For things to just not be so crappy?
For things to actually go my way...
Why couldn't you have just stayed?
As I hang this rope up above me,
Did you ever truly
FifteenThe blushing crowsFifteen2 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.
SleepingHe's dyingSleeping3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was all you said
leaving me to fill
in the blanks beneath
how can blood flow up
and not leave a mark
the frail biology
a tube will do
the breathing for him
his rise and fall
curled fetal in the sheets
the wound will exit
from his chest,
sterile in its waste
and oddly comforting
to us both
Just take his hand
that he's sleeping.
Kiss In the Rain I still remember when Finnick taught me to swim. Not just me, but all of the sixes. It was a cloudy, rainy, gloomy day. He was so graceful, even at eleven. He moved through the water like magic. As I watched him dive beneath the foamy crests, and felt the steady push and pull of the waves against my body, I could almost forget the reason I was there. I say 'almost' because none of us can ever forget what we were doing. We were in training, as each of us had been since reaching the age of five.Kiss In the Rain3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being an orphan in District 4 meant being responsible for preserving the innocence of children lucky enough to have people to miss them. We were fed and clothed and taught to survive. We were given the best chance possible. Then, when we were old enough, the strongest volunteered for the Games. It was a cruel reality that we faced, but it was better than letting everyone live in fear. We were respected, honored even. In some districts, we were called Careers, i
Recycle BinOh Recycle Bin,Recycle Bin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you taunt me so.
Plump from my ideas,
With none for me to show.
Your mouth always open,
Waiting to be fed
The words that roll about
So messy in my head.
Each scrap a banquet,
Each page a tasty treat.
You grin at my failure
And swell from my defeat...
Writer's block.A thirteen-year-old poet,Writer's block.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage.
What to write, oh, what to write…
Her fingers wrapped around a pencil,
Gently tickling the page
With a language between herself
And her imagination.
Thoughts race through her mind,
Frozen hands on a silver clock
Turning moments into
D r e a d f u l h o u r s .
What to write, oh, what to write…
Crickets stop their chirping,
Birds start to sing.
Five thirty in the morning,
And not a single word on paper.
What to write, oh, what to write…
She begins to scribble across the page,
Doodles and anything that crosses her mind.
Words begin flooding her thoughts,
As she wrinkles the paper and grabs a clean sheet.
“A thirteen year old poet,
Whispers frolicking among her tongue
As a ballet dancer across a stage…"
And just as she nears the end
Of these words,
Song of HealingDay to night, dark to light,Song of Healing3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Fall the sands of time.
Let the years like the gears
Of a clock unwind
In your mind walk through time
Back to better days.
Memories, like a dream,
Wash your tears away.
Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.
Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.
Cast away your old face
Full of gloom and spite.
With this mask I will ask
To borrow your light.
AtrophySo here’s how it goes:Atrophy1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You have become one of those twentysomethings you used to see in the city.
You have read countless articles and books, have seen endless television shows and movies, have spoken to your older friends; and they all tell you how you are kind of, sort of, permanently screwed if you haven’t completely figured out your life by the time you are twenty-nine-and-a-half.
You can’t help but believe them.
You had perfect parents (even though they were a little annoying at times), clear-cut goals that you wanted to achieve and that society approved of, you worked really hard in high school so that you could go work harder at a really nice college, so that you could work even harder at some job that everyone respects and pays well and oh, look at you; tell yourself the truth for once.
You’ve got it good.
Maybe the slightly ambitious plans didn’t exactly work out the way you wanted them to, but you’ve done all right, for a twentysomething. Y
AnorexiaAnorexia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All this food, the hunger that defeats
Alas, the scale! We finally meet.
Weighing a whopping two hundred and thirty,
Looking at my body I feel so dirty.
So I'm trying something new to help me lose weight
I often pass out, but lost one hundred sixty-eight.
"Anorexia," that's what they all it
They claim it's dangerous and causes trouble--
But look at me; I've lost more than double!
It's kicking in, I'm feeling those regrets
Starving and passing out is what I get.
I can see past my skin, straight to my bones
So limp, so weak; I feel so alone.
Take my word of advice, don't starve yourself;
If you want to lose weight, find some other help.
We Remember Everything (Luna/Loki) Chapter 3A/N: Special thanks to civgod666, Robinstar99, Starcatwarrior, Heir-of-Phoenixa, and WikiTiki7 for the comments last chapter. Comments really do help me write, so they are very much appreciated!We Remember Everything (Luna/Loki) Chapter 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was the beginning of the day's early afternoon when Celestia found herself confused by her sister walking past their castle's ornate throne room. Given the time of day, either Luna had awoken early for some reason or she had been without sleep.
Before Luna could finish walking past the open room, Celestia decided she had best call out to her. After all, something might be wrong or something could not. Celestia had vowed not to be as negligent as she had in their past, so it would best to err on the side of caution.
"Luna? I thought you were asleep?"
Luna stopped briefly, looking into the room with a small smirk upon her muzzle, "It would seem not, sister."
Celestia was at least glad that Luna's tendency to snark was not impaired, but still she decided to follow up her inquiry. Luna hadn
i'm afraid of what i've becomeI knew a girli'm afraid of what i've become11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who was lost in stereo
She made music all day
And listened to it all night
I knew a girl
Who used to be happy
She always had a smile
But, it's disappeared
I knew a girl
Who wasn't afraid to talk
Now she spends her days
Mourning in silence
I knew a girl
Who was skin and bone
She was called fat,
Although she wasn't
I knew a girl
Whose skin glowed
But now her wrists
Are lined with scars
I knew a girl
Who was in a struggle
But chose to surrender
I stared down
At this girl who I had known
While they lowered her casket
Into the cold earth
As they covered her
And I never left
The girl I had once been
. Early Morning Whispers .Early Morning Whispers. Early Morning Whispers .4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sunlight is faint behind the blackout curtains. Only a slither of it fell across the rumpled bed covers that were spread over them. They were asleep, one sprawled out, legs akimbo and arms above his head, while the other curled tightly into the space left. He frowned in his sleep, hands clenching and unclenching where they were curled by his face. He shifted, and rolled onto his back, knees brought up. Bleached dreadlocks curled awkwardly around his face, and stuck out at odd angles, tangled together. Beside him, the other man flipped over and reached out a hand, palm pressed flat against the skin of his side.
The dreadlocked man stirred. His stomach clenched painfully and he squirmed, feeling the familiar creature of addiction clawing at his insides. He groaned and rolled away from his bed partner. Another planned perfectly innocent sleepover that had ended with them curled together in sleep. He blinked at the TV bala
Fullmetal Alchemist QuotesIzumi Curtis: You helped bring a new life into this world, and that's an invaluable experience.Fullmetal Alchemist Quotes4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Edward Elric: Naw... we just ran around, screaming our heads off, thinking she was gonna die.
Al: Brother...am I scary?
Edward Elric: Please...you're kindness in a can.
Edward Elric: ...I'm not gonna drink some opaque white liquid that was secreted by a COW!!
Al: So what's your strategy?
Edward Elric: I told you, a fist in his face!
Hohenheim: My Vintage Armor!
Edward Elric to Rose: "Stand up and walk forward. You have two fine legs to stand on after all."
Greed: There's no such thing as no such thing
Ling: Haven't you heard the saying, "If you want to shoot the leader, first aim for his horse"?!
Edward Elric: If you want to shoot the leader then you should just shoot him!!
Edward Elric: We're not gods, we're humans, tiny insignificant humans, who couldn't even save a little girl...
Roy Mustang: "Dogs embody loyalty they follow their masters commands above all else! Be a jerk to
We Remember Everything (Loki X Luna)Know your place, Brother.We Remember Everything (Loki X Luna)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You're my son... I wanted only to protect you from the truth...
Loki, this is madness!
You can't kill an entire race!
I could have done it, Father! I could have done it! For you! For all of us!
This was a place unfamiliar to even the well-traveled Æsir known for his trickery, lies and mischief. The god had fallen only to find himself in a woods he had not explored before. It was not one he had used to study away from prying, contemptuous eyes, and it was not one journeyed through on some quest his father had assigned he and his brother.
That thought made Loki, the fallen Æsir, to wince as if in pain.
In an attempt to shake off the pain associated with those things, Loki moved a hand to his head while he continued to lay uncomfortably stomach down on the ground. The contact on his head would not be what he expected, however. Instead
Transitional OppressionExclusion is a fleeting principleTransitional Oppression9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pain is something known by us all
Oppressors and victims keep trading places
Nothing is hidden from the public spaces
Lives were ended by the hands of man
Dried blood can be found among the grains of sand
Black or white, everyone has had to suffer
The dominant force may change, but the scars remain
Physical torture is enough to make skin quiver
You can lie all you want, but we all share a name
Every human is bonded by a similar thread
We’ve been outcast by reality and in our own heads
Subservience to others is a stain on history
An omnipotent force that revels in transitional oppression
You might be trapped now but in a flash you could be free
Just don’t repeat the mistakes of former rulers
Or the cycle will continue as you fall to new overseers
Bondage and punishment are the tools of the trade
They say don’t fight back, it’s better to leave things unsaid
Vengeance is the force that keeps us in the dark
Unless it is abandoned, n
untitledi have written you into the linesuntitled1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my skin
and you have taken my bones
and cracked them
across your knees.
His Angel A sigh-- John was slouching in his armchair, staring at Sherlock's seat that had remained empty for the past 6 months.His Angel1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Standing up, John took a few steps forwards and reached out with a shaky hand to touch the chair Sherlock had once used, letting out an almost whiny sigh, closing his eyes briefly before sitting down. He'd been too afraid-- too weak, even, to touch Sherlock's chair or go too close to his bedroom. Living alone in the flat was like some sick kind of torture, but John couldn't find it in himself to just leave, either. Their home was the closest John could get to Sherlock, aside from visiting his grave-- but he'd thought that staying in the flat was more comforting.
With his arms resting on the arms of the chair, John leaned back. Mixed with the smell of leather upholstery, John could smell Sherlock-- he could smell his familiar yet dull scent of middle-class bar soap and expertly cleaned, fresh linen. As he exhaled slowly, a tear