Sugarless pt. 4Max was startled awake by a sound that he didn’t really recognize with his fuzzy brain. He raised his head from his flat pillow and his sleep blurred thoughts were moving slowly as he tried to understand what he had to do. Dark room was silent before the noise was heard again, louder.Sugarless pt. 411 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was someone at the door.
Max got up, fighting his way from beneath thick blanket and navigated himself towards the door, almost tripping to his jeans that he had left on the floor. Knocking was heard again, sounding impatient. Max was too tired to care about his lack of clothing; he wore just a pair of pink boxers that hung low on his slim hips.
“Dammit, I’m coming”, he muttered darkly as he grabbed a hold of the lock and turned it. He had no idea who it might be this late, but thinking about locked main entrance it possibly was a neighbor. What it was about, he had no idea, but thinking that it would probably be someone from the same house calmed him down.
Door opened and he
Sugarless pt. 5“Why, of all people”, Zero whispered sadly, “I had to fall in love with you?”Sugarless pt. 510 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Max froze and stared at him in dark hallway. “What?”
Zero didn’t say anything to that, he just stared the wall darkly and tried hard not to blush. He failed miserably. When Max let go of his arm and took few steps back Zero raised his head and glared at pink haired young man. He couldn’t concentrate to anything when he finally realized Max’s lack of clothing.
“Did you mean that?”
Max’s voice was barely a whisper, and Zero couldn’t look into Max’s red, glowing eyes.
“So what if I did?”
Silence. There were no words that met air in long time, and at last when Zero looked at younger male, he surprised of what he saw.
Max was pulling tight, purple jeans on.
“What are you doing?” Zero asked confused. He had no idea what to do. It was true that he loved Max, but Max was male. It was the first time when Zero fe
To my Dearest Dearest Delilah,To my Dearest10 months ago in Letters More Like This
Nights have gotten colder. The days are darker as the shrapnel draws nearer. Oh how I miss our days spent together. Do you recall the days at the beach? When the sun had rested perfectly over us, wrapping us in its warmth and light, as if our days would never be disgraced with gloom and darkness? I savor these memories as if they were still mine to cling to. But these memories are not mine anymore. They belong to the man who had waved a sorrowful goodbye to you on the boat that sailed him the farthest he has ever gone.
Now a new man rests in his place. He is frightened of the noises, of the cries and the echo of bullet shells piercing skulls and clanking to the floor as if they rained down endlessly. This man cannot think of anything else but his inevitable death as he runs through the fields of darkness, doing his best to survive and return to you, the woman who still knows the man he used to be. For the man you hold was ki
Memories and DreamsMemories - different worldsMemories and Dreams10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Smells and colors and sounds
Even the happy ones make me sad
Workings of Time can make one mad
Dreams - other realities
Illusions and broken intentions
Even the promised ones make me scared
Workings of Space like to be dared
Past. Future. There. Nowhere.
They're all just one great ''Now''
Kuollut ennen kuolemaa14. lokakuuta 2011Kuollut ennen kuolemaa2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Ne teki sen taas. Ne hakkasi mut ja vielä sylki mun päälle. Ne luulee olevansa jotain niin suurta. Ei mua sattunut paljoa, muualle kuin sydämeen. Mä olen kuollut.
Mä olen ihan helvetin vahva kun meen joka päivä kouluun vaikka tiedän että saan ne samat katseet ja sanat päälleni joka päivä. Mä en muutu kenenkään muun kuin itseni takia eikä mulla ole mitään sisäistä tarvetta muuttaa itseäni.
Mä olen kuin hiiri kissojen saartamana mutta joskus mä olen vielä voittaja. Ja sinä päivänä te kaikki kadutte sitä mitä te mulle teitte. Te tuutte vielä katumaan sitä että te tapoitte mut.
Te tuutte katumaan niin paljon.
20. lokakuuta 2011
Taas se tapahtui. Seuraavaks on sitten teidän vuoro.
Tänään on lokakuun 21. päivä. Luen edellisen päivän päiväki
Sugarless”Damn, it’s cold”, Max whispered next to Zero. Pink haired, 19-years-old boy had stood there time that felt like hours, and the damn giant still wasn’t finished with the cigarette.Sugarless1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Shut up, shorty”, Zero growled as he sat on the bench that had been brought on the balcony just hour ago. His dark brown hair was tied up to a messy ponytail and his dark eyes narrowed. “Go back inside, idiot. You’ll get sick.”
Max raised one pink eyebrow to that. “Screw you”, he muttered and sat down next to Zero. Zero glanced him shortly before he sucked hard on the tobacco. The smoke rose to the dark sky when Zero blew it out of his lungs.
“Why did you stay here?” He asked and ensured that there wasn’t anyone behind the window. Group of people he barely knew was still “celebrating” his birthday inside, and he really didn’t want to have any kind of contact to the party. “I thought that y
DamagedThe day I gave you my heart I trusted you like I did no otherDamaged6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I felt like you would be the one that I would be able to go to when I needed something
I guess I was wrong,
You turned into something that I thought you would,
You seem that you were only there to bring me down more so than up
I hate to say that I fell in love with you,
Because I wasn’t supposed let it happen the way that it did.
I messed things up in so many ways that I lost count,
All I want is to make everything go back to the way it use to be,
Back to when we said that we loved each other and meant it.
I never wanted us to end up this way,
But deep down I knew that it would,
I fucked everything up and seems to be no way that I can ever make it up.
I let myself get broken all over again and seems to just keep getting worse.
I need to find a way to make it all disappear and make the pain go away,
But seems that wont be the case because I am forever broken….
Snow QueenSnow Queen10 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She's not reacting to anyone's love,
She always stays cold,
She loves to be in snow,
And no one knows what she's capable of,
She's always alone,
She's a master of her snow world.
She's called Snow Queen,
She's always so mean,
Happiness makes her sick,
It makes her weak,
But the Queen holds on,
With the power of snow.
The Queen rules the Kingdom,
She knows the meaning of freedom,
A lot of people tried to change her,
But they became frozen,
She wants to stay away,
She don't want anyone to get in her way.
WarShoot me downWar1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch me burn
Lift me up
It's her turn
I try to warn her
But he's got plans
A game to play
She has no idea
The innocent soul
He stares at her
Eyes like coal
The monster is hungry
For young tinder meat
Something that just barely
Standing on its feet
She has no idea
Just like me
I sit and watch
Under the tree
She joins me
When he's finally done
She cries her tears
I grab my gun
I can't take it anymore
This disgusting mess
Time to stand up
Time to confess
I send a bullet at his face
Get his attention
Now's the time
For me to mention
All the love
All the hate
Off the slate
I should say
But I don't
Or should I say
We didn't know
We didn't understand
Why all of a sudden
We were the hated man
Instead he dies
Without knowing why
And all the girls
Give a soft sigh
No more pain
No more hurt
No more annoying
We think we can
All be free
But we still have
Our sad memory
We can never go back
Random Valduggery(Skulduggery is human, don't know how, but he is)Random Valduggery4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Valkyrie was walking through the one room of Skullduggery's house, looking for him. THey had to get started on their reasearch for their next mission. A rouge Vampire was on the loose, and they wer to track it down and kill it. They had no intention of killing it, they were going to take it to the santcuary(sp?). Valkyrie moved to the back yard of his house and found him laying on the grass, looking up at the stars. Valkyrie moved down to sit next to him.
"There you are" Valkyrie exclaimed as Skulduggery turned his crystal blue eyes to look at her.
"Here I am" he said to her with the hint of a smile on his lips.
"What are you doing out here?" Valkyrie asked.
"Looking at the stars"
"I can see that, but why?"
"Because they remind me of someone"
"Someone whose pretty like the stars, some who, like there are many stars, there are many sides to her"
"Who is she?"
"Someone who like the stars, is too far out of reach"
Valkyrie was getti
Something Wrong with me.I think there is something wrong with me.Something Wrong with me.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Maybe its the way I walk
or how I smile.
Maybe I laugh a little funny.
or maybe I'm just 'different'
it might be that my hair isn't straight.
My shirt is not exactly the hottest.
I don't have the best skin
and my accent sometimes shows.
Maybe its because I'm too nice.
Or because I can be shy
is it because I'm not 'easy' ?
Could it be that I'm strange
I don't know the latest fashion.
Or perhaps it is everything.
Maybe its how I dress
or the way I tie my shoes
Am I too tall, too short
Maybe its my weight.
Is my smile crooked?
What if its my voice
or the way I say hello.
Maybe its the perfume I wear
or the way I brush my hair.
But something must be wrong
for the world to plainly see
that it is near impossible
for me to just be.
Sugarless pt.2Zero was angry with himself, when he realized that he had walked to a high-rise where Max lived. Again.Sugarless pt.21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Still he just stood there smoking a cigarette, looking at the entrance of the apartment building. He didn’t know if he hoped or feared to see Max coming out, but there he was, wondering what was wrong with him.
He couldn’t get that kiss out of his head. His birthday had been over a week ago, and that little thing had bugged the hell out of him since then. He couldn’t concentrate on anything, because every time he tried to think something important his mind wandered to those sweet, soft lips pressing sensitively to his own.
It wasn’t like that was the first time someone kissed him unexpectedly. No, it was far from that. It was just that it was the first time a guy kissed him. And that someone so close to him was expressing so passionate affection towards him. It made him feel something he had never felt, a fire stir through his body and strange electricity surr
Corrupt Minds: Chapter 11Ghastly paced back and forth, his mind racing at a thousand miles per hour, flicking through all the options and consequences. Skulduggery and Tanith sat on the couch letting Ghastly think, like they had been doing for the past few hours. There were two cleavers stood by the door, blocking the exit. Finally Tanith couldn't take it any more,Corrupt Minds: Chapter 112 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ghastly, please, tell us what you're thinking." She begged. Ghastly continued to pace for a second before there was a knock on the room door.
"Let them in," Ghastly demanded, the cleaver on the left nodded and opened the door. Savan Aeron and Serafine Chaos entered quietly, smiling at something they had been talking about before. Their smiles soon dropped when they felt the atmosphere in the room. Skulduggery recognised the pair instantly and stood up,
"Ghastly! You can't!" he said sounding distraught, "I know this is all a shock, but Valkyrie is our friend! You can't hire assassins to kill her!"
"Well this is awkward " Savan muttered to Seraf
Sugarless pt. 3“Takes a lot of nerves to kiss me”, Zero said matter of factly when he leaned against wall behind the counter.Sugarless pt. 31 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Max rolled his eyes as he gave change to a client. An old lady was one of the regular customers in a café, and she looked way too interested about new, long man next to normal shop assistant.
“You know, when I said you could come to my work I thought that you’d sit down and act like a customer”, Max whispered to Zero as he jogged to oven. He tugged his hands into pink potholders before he took out baking tray full of steaming cupcakes. He hadn’t believed it when Zero had forced himself behind the counter with him.
Zero’s lips curved to a wicked grin as he watched Max apply pink frosting to cupcakes. It was nice to see him wearing that fluffy apron with cupcake prints all over it. “And I thought that when I asked you to my place on my birthday you would just act like everybody else”, he teased and licked his lips. Max
My SmileThe rain falls outside,My Smile1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
While tears fall inside.
You see me smile for the
But only because you don't
Know the real me.
So next time you say,
"You have a beautiful
Just remember, I'm hiding
Dark secrets and pain
On the inside and scars on
Just thought I should let
You know before you call me
"The Freak Show!"
NOES: Red in My EyesNOES: Red in My Eyes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET:†RED IN MY EYES
Written by Diane N. Tran
The doctors looked upon the crowd of a hundred, writhing and hissing below, at the top of the staircase.
Their fat fingers pointed at us.
One by one.
Their eyes looked up me with fear.
They just stare.
They always stare.
And they always loose count.
This room, this dungeon, this zoo, was filled to the brim with the indigent, the unwanted, the unworthy, and the disturbed.
Their mouths fizzed with froth.
Their bodies droned and moaned and walked about.
Their eyes looked up me with fear.
Cowards, all of them!
And then there is me.
And there was her.
She pushed through the zoo and called out.
Only I could hear her.
I heard metal clang shut and the chains rattled.
She called out again.
I looked up at the staircase above.
The doctors were gone.
The door sealed.
They left her.
REPO: Et In Arcaerdia Ego, Chapter IREPO: Et In Arcaerdia Ego, Chapter I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA:†ET IN ARC∆DIA EGO
Chapter I:††"Plaga Medicus"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
Dr. Juan Guerrero read that headline splashed across the front page of a discarded copy of the magazine, Vanity and Vein:
WHO IS THE PLAGUE DOCTOR?
The infamous Repo Man an urban legend, a figment of the mind's eye, a ghoul, a boogeyman was sketched upon the cover, with a pair of hollow, soulless eyes and a long, vulturine beak and a dramatic, flowing cape.††It was amusing really, as it looked nothing like him.††Artists are a strange and imaginative lot, but not very smart.
Guerrero tossed the magazine into the gutter, studying it roll along with the other trash the wind carried.†††He turned on his holographic watch:
It was time. †Would she come?
Turning the corner, a woman, fresh and beautiful, pranced down the half-lit all
Freaks ShowFingers scratching at my wrist,Freaks Show1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
That I will ever be flawless, only odd.
I hold a blade to my arm as the former freaks applaud,
My so called success and I go on for the next act.
I will never turn back.
MarksI am unlike most.Marks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A social undesirable.
A recluse, a living shadow.
Standing against the cold metal lockers.
Watching the waves of the future swarming by.
All with fancy backpacks and brand name clothes.
The same cruel deceiving smiles.
Here I stand.
Thrift store clothes.
The binder from 5th grade.
The same innocent eyes...
The same scarred heart.
With every new pain, there was a new mark to be made.
A rumor that spreads like wildfire.
Another brutal beating.
Have my books knocked out of my hands.
Gossip in the girls' locker room.
Lunch tray dumped on me.
More threats, harsh words thrown about.
"Do the world a favor and just die already!"
Here I stand.
Like in the past.
Thrift store clothes.
The binder from 5th grade.
The same innocent eyes...
Same broken heart.
But there are no more marks to be made.
EmptyEverything is so wrongEmpty1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just wish I could fix it
Been broken for so long
I'm in little pieces
It hurts to wake up
It hurts to want to die
Going to bed thinking of
How you're going to survive
Another day, another year
Another cut, another tear
More heartache, more pain
A black cloud pouring acid rain
Filling my thoughts, my head
Melting what's inside
Until there's nothing left
I'm Your Worn Out DollYou whisper you love me and will never let go,I'm Your Worn Out Doll1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the future happens to show,
Both of us covered in blood drawn by a knife.
Have you tried to count every promise you will break in your life?
Every word that you've said that meant nothing after the smoke cleared,
And you have seemed to veer,
Away from me as I have predicted.
It seems as if you have gotten addicted,
To throwing me in the back round, pulling me out when I am needed.
Every word you've pleaded,
To me will not help the fact I feel like a worn out doll.
I now know better then to fall,
Into the words and phrases you've said to everyone and have memorized...
It's as if they are imprinted,
In your delicate thing you call a brain.
But never ever ever again,
Will I fall for such words that mean nothing.
Please excuse me as I seek words and actions that mean something.
I'm a MonsterMonsters are inside of me,I'm a Monster1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Monsters are the size of my jeans.
Monsters will never let me be.
Fighting against me and this thing I am forced to call a body.
Monsters are carbs,
I am the superhero with the power starve.
Monsters are the suspicious people around,
Monsters are the sounds,
Escaping my humongous stomach.
Monsters are horrid objects such as ovens.
Monsters are ugly and fat,
And I am just that.
What You Do To MeEver since the first time I touched youWhat You Do To Me1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I just knew it was just too good to be true
Who in their right mind would ever want me?
They never look passed just what they see
You say that things just didn't work between us
What didn't work? Cause you never made no fuss
Never told me why, like it was something to hide
Or it could be it's just because of your pride
I'm struggling and trying to make sense of things
Depression and all the little presents it brings
You don't show a single care at all for me
Like you're afraid it'll show and people will see
Why make yourself numb to me and all others
Hiding your face from your friends and brothers
It does not make you any more strong
If you thought it did you are surely wrong
The pain that I feel has no effect on you
What it does to me you don't have a clue
It's happening and you'll see sooner or later
Those feelings that you avoid will soon be greater
I'll become like you stone cold and numb
No mood brighter than just plain glum
And that's when