excuses for why I'm shakingwe live in a world of apologies.excuses for why I'm shaking2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I made a mistake a year back,
choosing my addiction to oxygen
over less demanding things.
I’m sick of trembling for problems
that aren’t mine and I’m sick of trying
to romanticize black holes and
the indiscriminate nature of lithium and
I’m sick of waking up every morning
feeling sick. and truly, I’m sorry
but I’m not ready to accept my role
in the making of myself. I’m not ready
to lament for those with a smaller
pain tolerance, and for my dislike
of anything that requires commitment.
I’m sorry I miss you and I’m sorry
I won’t admit that out loud.
how scary is it to be something
so unalterably heavy, to be diagnosed
as your own worst enemy, but god,
you’re so fucking beautiful,
and not in the stereotypical boy
meets girl meets fairytale way, but
the kind that makes my heart
bleed a million miles quicker.
I just wanted to cry on all
your scars and wash them clean.
when things are bad for
SubmissionexhaustionSubmission2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rotten Girl, Grotesque RomanceRotten Girl, Grotesque Romance5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
atashi anata ni koi suru tame ni umareta no kashi ra?
usui kabegoshi ni iuwa hitori tsubuyaku "aishite"
asari tsudzukeru aijou kurai misshitsu no naka de
itoshiki anata no okao furete nadete mitai na
kore wa kore wa okyakusama? kirei na onna no ko ne
sonnani sukinara itte? koroshite hako ni tsumeru wa!
moeru shashin utsuru ano ko
ima doushiteru kashira? (warai)
atashi no koto suki ni saseru wa
hora konna ni mo aishite iru kara...
anata wo kugizuke hyouhon ni shitai wa
nande anata naite iru no?
doushita no? kore no koto?
danbouru ni tsume konda karada goto daite ageru
door no mukou gawa ni present wo oku no
anata ga sukina koneko no kubi wo mainichi hitotsu zutsu
moeru shasin utsuru ano ko
sonna ko itano kashira? (warai)
"aishite iru yo" sonna kotoba
karusugite hedo ga deru wayone
"atashi wa anata o eien aishiteru..."
Wishes in WonderlandDay 4Wishes in Wonderland2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Running roses through shaded shimmers,
I listen to lovely melodies, making
nameless known and endlessness end,
wishing what I boldly build to be bright,
my ink indisputable
and pure page ready for remembrance,
still stealing hearts despite tearful time.
PikeHey, you. Would you throw me a line?Pike4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've been growing old down in this swimming hole ever since I saw my first tadpole. I keep getting fatter and what matters begins to change. I think I want to fully see those funny fractions that gleam in tiny ripples glimpsed while I wait under one dark rock first, then another. I know all the moss under these rocks and the toss of skipped pebbles. I know the sight of something to eat as a treat, but now I'm beat. I'd rather be someone else's feast.
Anybody up there? Throw me a line, would you?
A line I'll take by the hook without even much of a sinker. Just let me have one look. I hear your word-distortions laughed above me, about the oldest one never caught right here. I know you mean me. If you'd only throw the line now, it'll save me from so many years spent entirely wet. If you could, would you please give me time in full light for even a scant moment of a new life not met yet?
Dysphoriashe sells 9mm shells by the seashore,Dysphoria2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
says she can hear the ocean.
but if you listen close to these shells
you can hear ghosts.
something borrowed, something blue,
something broken, something bruised.
she traces her fingers across the autopsy scars
while she counts her bones like currency.
she'll leave your skin screaming,
and sink into the whites of your eyes like a shipwreck.
can you hear the ocean?
something lacking this way comesshe smells of smoke, tastessomething lacking this way comes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of cheap dreams and cheaper makeup,
sounds like someone who's used
to giving; her eyes are two
glossy sunsets out of a few
trillion that have set before--
when she shuts them, no one
serotonin nebulaeif i could wish on any starserotonin nebulae2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scattered through the midnight of
your mascara-gilded gaze--
a depthless milky way
with serotonin-starved electrodes
blasting supernovas of
across your nebulae of
my heart would be
to form a phrase
that fate would favor.
i fear that
stars could never tell me
love is the black hole
tearing suns' lights
from the universe.
but i've learned every
between your eyes
The Salt Witch I.Joshua Graham felt very claustrophobic at the moment. More and more, trade routes were opening up from the south, the large crowd from the Mojave, and farther still, California, making their way hesitantly and curiously east, toward the land of Zion. The savage tribals from Utah, North of the Salt Lake, were also growing bolder, seeking new territory. Zion was still under control of the Dead Horses and Sorrows, but for how long?The Salt Witch I.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had, despite numerous attempts at swaying his mind from Daniel, from the Chieftains of the tribes, made his way back to Salt Lake City. The former Legionary had spent many, many of his days there, perhaps too many, but as a Mormon, and a Utahn by birth, he cherished the spot nearly as much as the land of Zion. There were parts of the vast city that were overrun with tribals; East I-80, mainly, but also areas north of the Mormon Temple. The Salt Lake, however, remained deserted.
Lib. Ar.She was a revolutionary in her head, the way she wrapped herself in the flag and sang herself to sleep with freedom songs and chain gang chants. The way she wore her hair, unkept and messy and slanted slightly to the right due to the many times she fell asleep on her arm after reading Das Kommunistische Manifest until the early hours of the morning. I never questioned why she always ended on the same page, or why we had to search through dozens of used book stores in order to find an old hardcover copy of the book that was peeling with dry-rot and plagued with dog-eared corners.Lib. Ar.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She told me her grandfather was a political prisoner, and she inherited his rucksack and his circular glasses--the ones that he used to read his speech the day he was shot by the police and thrown in jail for treason.
"But the Man diluted my spirit, leaving me here having to fight for the rights my granddad sacrificed his life for. They never did free him," she always told the newest per
letters from the seai.letters from the sea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes when i wake up
before the sun rises, when i’m all alone
and it feels like i might be the only person in the world
i notice that my face is wet
and i wonder if it’s because
i’ve been swimming with you in my dreams
i remember you
in the summer nights under the corsican stars
and the warmth of your skin in the cold seawater
how the phosphorescence coated our bodies
as we swam together,
the salty tang of the ocean and your fingers up my spine
and us glowing like soft stars in the night
i remember how i wished it could last forever
now i wonder if the tides and my tears
were so different after all
Dominate Me (preview)Note: Still in a work of progress!Dominate Me (preview)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The male went, and straddled the other, and took off his gloves. Though he paused halfway through in taking off the first one, and just looked down at frustrated Greed-ler.
A smirk made a way to the other's lips, "Ah, I see what you're doing. You're planning to ride me. You know that turns me on the most, baby." The Greed-ler licked his lips, just laying back now. So he was worrying about for nothing.
"Not because of that," Oncie just continued to strip his gloves, biting down on his lip seductively. Well, to be honest, he didn't really need to try. He was seduction on legs anyone could say that. Maybe he just put an extra "oomph" in his actions. "I'm sure you would like it if I fuck you," Oncie said with a little too much confidence. "The thought of that turns you on, doesn't it?" He chuckled.
The Greed-ler's eyes were wide, more so it was because of the words his boyfriend said to him. Isn't that what he said when he was about to fuck O
Don't You Cry, Dear Children...It was late at night, and the Puppet was getting ready to sleep. He wound up his music box, hoping that it would keep the restless child inside him quiet for one night. It had been bothering him a lot lately. It was more….active than usual. It was difficult to keep its anger under control. But he managed it somehow.Don't You Cry, Dear Children...6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Now the Puppet lay in his nice roomy box. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, as it was impossible for him to truly do so. Even so, his hearing was listening closely to the sounds of the restaurant—the shaking thuds as the Toy animatronics moved towards the office, the quiet moans of the Withered ones in their agony, the occasional “hello!” of Balloon Boy as he made himself known to the helpless guard.
These sounds, together with the music, soothed the Puppet’s spirit in his sleep. To him, they represented peace and happiness. It was home.
And then he heard a more unfamiliar sound….the loud thuds of the animatronics’ st
The Lorax Comes BackAt the far end of townThe Lorax Comes Back4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the Grickle-grass grows,
the air feels slightly fresher when it blows
and Swomee-Swans have come to sing with the crows
on the Street of the Lifted Lorax.
And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,
trees have finally come back to stay.
And even the Once-ler has begun to come out every day,
truly proud of himself for the first time in his life
for he knows he's the reason for the end of the strife.
All because of him and one little boy
who'd come to him, bringing joy,
who'd taken the last seed,
who'd cared enough,
are what everyone needs.
Now they'd came back,
even pushed to the old forest,
which had used to be so black
and smogged and empty and dead
the kid too came back- and he said,
"Thank you for allowing me to do this,
there's just one step left if you want true bliss,
but, first, we must wait."
The Once-ler was stumped,
but waited he did,
and seconds later he heard a familiar sound,
that made him turn 'round
to that fir
Not you, Kid...Not you, Kid...4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A smoker had grabbed the hick and pulled him towards the edge of the building. None of the others had heard him over the sound of the hoard around them, leaving him helpless and nearing his death.
By the time Nick had noticed that Ellis wasn't around, it was too late. The smoker had pulled him off the edge and the tongue broke from his weight and impact from his body falling. He fell down nearly three floors and the only cushioning he got to break his fall was the electric fence.
When Nick saw what happened, a wave of rage hurled through his body. Rochelle and Coach had to hide to keep from getting killed by him. They had never seen him like this before; giving out painful cries and mercilessly killing everything in sight.
Once the hoard was gone, Nick flew down the stairs to find Ellis' body. Once he got to him, Coach had to help get him off the fence without getting shocked, which wasn't easy. His skin was torn and part of the fence had pierced his flesh.
Left 4 Dead: Her SalvationLeft 4 Dead: Her Salvation6 years ago in Horror More Like This
They said it would end soon...
For me I was lucky, the infection has not reached my hometown yet and has given me time to prepare for the worst. People from the south were evacuating to the north towards the Safe Zone for protection by the army. I called my brother Leo about my plan of holding out while the infection passes. He agreed and moved into my apartment with some supplies. He lives by the Airport down south from me. He never stops complaining to me how much he misses the buildings, free running the rooftops with his friends known as a Concrete Jungle Runners. Leo took free running to the extreme by duck taping his trouser legs and his hooded sweatshirt arms. Leo just told me it stops his clothes flapping and catching onto things when he runs along. Yeah right.
We were told by CEDA or also known as Civil Emergency and Defence Agency to watch the Chopper 5 News for information on the virus every night. CEDA call this deadly virus 'Green Flu
When Fears Come TrueIt had been so long since anyone had rang the Once-ler's doorbell that he practically fell from the chair he was perched in, unsure of what the sound even was. Normally it was painfully silent, excepting when a crow wandered into the area or some of his previous equipment or buildings were crumbling into pieces. This was obviously neither of those sounds, a deep dong-dong, not unlike the sound of a gong.When Fears Come True4 years ago in Horror More Like This
The doorbell. The words popped in his head suddenly. That's what my doorbell sounds like. Who would be here, after all this time?
His social skills had left him long ago, and he felt no need to straighten up himself or the room. His only need was to grumble as he moved in earshot of the door.
"Go away!" he hissed in the door's general direction. It was probably just some stupid kids who had wandered too far and would get sick of the pollution soon.
"Are you deaf? I said go away!"
Dong-dong. Dong- dong. Dong-dong.
King Glitch: Chapter OneKing Glitch: Chapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the home stretch of the Random Roster Race. Vanellope von Schweetz was in the lead.
Taffyta Muttonfudge was several lengths behind her, leaning forward intently as she tried to catch up. Later, she would blame her second-place position on Vanellope's glitching, but only in jest and only to avoid admitting that the President had gotten the better of her. They all knew Vanellope rarely glitched in their after-hours races and never in the RRR; after all, she knew all too well what it felt like to be shut out, and would never risk bumping a racer who might have otherwise made the top nine out through her ability.
She was such a good girl.
Vanellope's win was all but assured, but the watcher half-hidden behind the stands bearing her name fidgeted with tension until the wildly glittery Candy Kart flashed across the finish line, Pink Lightning seconds behind. The stands erupted with cheers as each racer came in and he smiled, still fidgeting slightly as he watched the kids leap
DamienxMark ch.1-YAOI WARNING-------------------------------------WARNING! YAOI!--------------------------------------DamienxMark ch.1-YAOI WARNING-6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Damien Thorn is now 16 years old, it was the 4th anniversary of his beloved Mark's death tomorrow... Damien is the Anti-Christ, the son of the devil, bringer of end of days. when he had first discovered who he was, somehow mark had also found out, and he refused to follow Damien and his father, and Damien was only 12, so, without even thinking, he used his demonic powers and killed him, now 4 years later, full of pain, tears, and pure broken heart... Damien felt he was ready. he walked into a magic shop and to the man he called, 'pop' who in reality is a demon that was sent to help with Damien's training. "hey kiddo. bad day?" Pop said looking at Damien. Damien looked mostly the same, except is hair had grown to the middle of his neck, but he was still very good looking. today he was wearing a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt and a gray jacket with the number '666' on the back in black. "yeah...i had
In My Old Age"So, I hear you've retired.."In My Old Age6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, Bernard went stiff as a board, rigidly frozen like any other icicle hanging off the rooves of colorful buildings he had previously been trudging past along the streets of the North Pole. He knew that voice. It was the same voice of the guy who had recently started becoming a thorn in the big man's side, as the once-head-elf had heard from Curtis over a short visit to the workshop yesterday. He clenched his hands inward tightly, forming dual fists at his sides, barely containing his anger by standing stock-still on the snowy trail. It wasn't a secret that Bernard had been moody even more so than usual what with the circumstances.
Everyone in the North Pole knew full well why the ex-Arch-Elf was being such a scrooge and a grump, but those who were aware of the reason also made sure to avoid the subject at all costs. It was no secret, but it was taboo.
Bernard had been retired due to his "old age" and incredibly long record of years working at the s
Wirewolf - Part OneWirewolf - Part One10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
rewritten by TyParsec
NOTE: The episode "Wirewolf", the BLofSC series, and everything afflicited with them (characters, ideas, and otherwise) is all copyright of Disney/Pixar. I'm doing with this fic the same way I did another very popular fic of mine ("A Different Point of View"); writing the episode from the character's point of view. I like to do it because you let your readers get to know the character better and it's just fun to re-write familiar episodes from a different viewpoint.
Part One - Trouble Brewing
Fog still hung in the air as Sentry 1 and I traversed the landscape of Canis Lunis. What were we doing there? Well, I was beginning to wonder the same thing. But, according to Star Command, we were looking for something - anything - that would threaten the new power plant standing only miles from us. Now, don't ask me exactly WHAT we were looking for, because nothing happens on that planet. H
Starved- CreepypastaStarved- Creepypasta4 years ago in Horror More Like This
It was finally done. The little Zweilous plush I had spent weeks to make was finally finished. It was lifezise, the tops of the two heads standing at 4'08". I loved it, and in honor of it, I decided to go get a Deino on my Black version and name it in honor of the plush. I turned on my DSi and skipped through all of the opening screens until I got to the 3D Reshiram. I watched the camera pan around the white Pokemon in circles, then resumed to press start and begin my game. I was at Skyarrow Bridge, and I remembered that I had was trying to hatch an egg. I used my Kyurem, Cruornivi, and made him use Fly. The Unova map faded in from black, and I moved the red cursor on the screen up until it hovered over Victory Road. I clicked it, and the Fly animation came up, the screen faded, and faded back in. My trainer sprite was standing at the foot of the rocky mountain, the gates behind me and the dark entrance to the cave in front. After a few minutes of fighting and easily defeating Durants
An Apex PredatorAn Apex Predator4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Blood. Andrew had never been too fond of it.
Yet, why was he now sitting on the floor of a dirty public restroom stall, marveling at it?
What exactly had changed?
So much had changed.
Andrew's hands were covered in the crimson liquid as he held up some stray teeth his proof that what just happened was not a dream.
He examined each one in turn, admiring the neatly cut shape of some, and the not so neatly cut of the others.
He would have to practice.
He smiled at his camera, at whoever his audience was supposed to be, before throwing the teeth into the toilet.
He then noticed for the first time his hands, distractedly wiping them on some stray paper towels scattered on the floor.
He could hear the bell ringing from the hall.
He scrambled to his feet, snatching up his camera.
His hands were still slightly stained.
Andrew sat in the midst of abandoned cars and other trash, staring at his camera.
He had been practicing, studying.
He leaned in closer to his lens, wiping it with his sl
Neglected Memory The child gasped in awe at the small flower in front of him. He crouched down, blue eyes staring at the plant. His tiny fingers gently caressed the pink leaves. It was softer than silk; that he wouldn't lie. His fingers rubbed the leaves together, mouth giggling that it tickled his skin.Neglected Memory4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"That, my son, is a little Truffula tree. It's still in bloom. But when it grows, it's gonna be the most prettiest and biggest tree in the world."
The 4-year old turned around and looked up. His father stood behind him, hands holding his waist. "Daddy!" the child cheered as he hopped back to his feet and ran into his father's arms. The man laughed as Once-ler tugged his neck. He carried him and returned the child's hug.
"You know, Oncie? One day, you're gonna see that tree when it's big. And when you do, it's gonna take your breath away." The man tickled Once-ler's stomach, making the boy burst a childish laugh. "Besides, I love