PaintbrushesI never took you for granted.Paintbrushes2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While so many others were swept away,
Spinning bottles and kissing for spare change,
I remembered the way tears dripped from your eyelashes
Like paint from a brush.
Thick bristles that brushed your cheeks when you blinked,
A face composed of more freckles than skin,
Hair that curled over ears as round as a doll's.
I remembered how your jaw set when you tried to hide,
How your body turned to stone and the light left your eyes
The time your steps dragged and your shoulders curled,
And you turned away when I tried to make you laugh.
I remembered when I saw you for the first time in a month,
When silver skylines were fresh in my mind,
When you leaped from the swing set and ran down your driveway,
And the sky was so blue when you smiled.
I remembered the way the light framed your face when you slept,
How your chin reminded me of Greek statue, but I didn't wake you.
I remembered your last words at the train station were,
I remembered the moment I spot
Fallen AngelA fallen angelFallen Angel8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Destined to fly
Broken and crazy
But too strong to cry
Lonely and forgotten
Wishing she would die
All the evil she has begotten,
Her soul black and her heart dry
Stripped of her wings
And flung from the skies,
The fallen angel cries and cries
As the song, she used to sing
Fades away till there is nothing
Darkness enters her once pure soul
Until she is wrapped in only hate
Her eyes a pair of flaming coal
Behind her ashes of a city
Destined to walk alone, without pity.
Tears of blood flow down her face so freely
Fate condemned her to walk alone
And so she does
Never looking back
Only toward the new.
fallenHer skin pale, taut, torn,fallen8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her eyes cast at the mournful moon.
'How long,' She whispers,
Since the day bled out? Since
She'd been alone in the moonlight?
Broken wings folded neatly, she stood.
Bare feet on broken glass, blood
On the cold stone floor.
She looks up again, the shattered roof
Of the abandoned church.
The young priest shudders.
His words lose all meaning, fading
Into the echoes of her whimpers.
A thousand questions voiced at once.
She turns her head, black hair and lace
Falling gracefully around her pale face. With
A single tear drop of crimson blood.
She touches the place her wings once were.
'I...' Her words choke her. How long untill
She can fly again, laugh again, love again?
'I have fallen!' She hangs her head. Another tear.
A thousand discarded feathers mark her path to earth.
A thousand era's to death...
Fallen AngelFallen Angel12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the angel has fallen from her cloud
her wings are tattered and torn
spattered with the filth from the world in which she fell
her face looks tired and worn
her halo is fallen and shattered
against the dark endless hell below
her eyes speak of pain and her broken heart
her spirit cries out in unspeakable woe
Fallen AngelAngel, stop cryingFallen Angel9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
No more tears
Baby, start smiling
For those years
When all the world made sense
One more hurdle, one more fence
And I'll climb every mountain
To reach you, all alone
And I'll bring down the walls
To reach you, I'm comin' home
And I'll run those many miles
Fallen Angel, all alone
Honey, don't give up flying
Your wings ain't dying
They're simply torn
And the world ain't talking sense
One more hurdle, one more fence
I won't take no for an answer,
I won't take no for today
I won't stop holding your hand and
I won't let you get away
Angel, quit your hurting
That I'm here
Fallen Angel, I'm home…
This is MeThis is me:This is Me5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Brown hair, brown eyes,
Dreaming that one day she'll touch the skies.
Though she knows deep down it's not possible;
She's too busy poppin' OC's to make herself feel unstoppable.
So she finds herself:
Tracing dragons in the marshmallow smoke with her fingertips
Denying the bittersweet taste on her lips
Because she's trying to keep the monsters at bay
Knowing that one day,
The OCean's gonna rise up and burn her alive;
That these foil-blacked fingertips will betray her, she strives
To keep this memory in the forefront of her mind,
Though she must admit, she was rather blind
When it came to drugs. I mean,
It took her awhile to realize
They SayThey say,They Say6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"It's better to have loved and lost,
then to never have loved at all."
I guess that all depends
on how the loss occurred.
Was it something that
eventually faded away
or did it end up turning,
into some form of hate?
"There's a fine line
between love and hate."
There once was a time
when you used to love me,
way back when,
you probably hate me
because we're no longer friends.
But that's fine,
because I kind of despise you too,
for all the pain
you put me though.
"True love will never die
and will always stand the test of time."
I guess the love that I knew,
never really was true,
because if it was,
then it would still be alive.
There would still be a "we"
instead of just you
"Time heals all wounds"
which is a complete lie.
A total bunch of crock
said in love's demise.
Although, it might sting a little less
eventually given some time.
But it will never completely mend
and a part
will always remain
It's just so
AT: The Royal Vow - EpilogueAT: The Royal Vow - Epilogue4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Royal Vow
An Adventure Time fanfiction
Summary; When Ice Queen returns after a five year absence, she brings along with her something that Prince Gumball had thought he'd never have to face again.
Warnings: This story includes gay couples.
Epilogue and Junk
The silver ring passed around his fingers like a dancing coin, thin and light but durable. It was a simple band, not really something he would wear but it had feeling behind it and that was what mattered.
Still, the sight of the object reminded him of the past, though it wasn't all that similar to the one in question. For a few moments he found himself staring at it, his brain drifting off to a darker time.
Then a hand reached up and took hold of the silky red tie that was around his neck, straightening it. "Don't think about it," A voice said and he looked up into the face of Bubba Gumball, smiling softly. "This is a big day."
Marshall gave a small nod and let himself grin. It was a big day, a
MasochistI am the words you hearMasochist7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that make you tremble
that make you break down
You know you want me
The little tiny bites
on your neck scream
you love it, you love it
I am the panting
you wake to in the night
The seductive agony
oh sweet suffocation
A little bloody mess on the floor
but I know you want more
Jeanne d'ArcWith whittled beaks and molting feathers,Jeanne d'Arc8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from white ashes of the deceased.
like a bloodthirsty phoenix
without a lust for innocent blood
Waves of fire rushing forth like frothy rocks
and clouds of dust hitched to lightning
nailing injustice unheard by us.
Rose and Scorpious Part 1I was running up the staircase at top speed, I only had a few minutes to get to the library. I would have made it too, if the stairs hadn't suddenly started to move. Taken completely unawares I lost balance, and would have falled all the way back down to the floor bellow, if I wasn't suddenly halted by someone, a boy by the sound of his grunt.Rose and Scorpious Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Unfortuantely for him my speed made him loose balance too. We both yelped as we tumbled backwards. But thankfully he had slowed me down and we only went down a few stairs.
It seemed lady luck wasn't on my side today, I ended up with my saviour on top of me. I couldn't help groaning when I saw the platinum blonde hair. Please god! Please don't let it be Scorpious Malfoy! I shut my eyes, but my fears were confirmed as he climbed off me and asked 'You ok Weasly? Sorry I tried to help but I think I only squished you in the process'
I sat up and replied 'No you did help Malfoy, thank you. I think I'm ok, your not that heavy,' I said with a grin
A child of frost and sunshineAs he stood outside the ornate wooden doors, he could not bring himself to focus on anything but the sounds coming from within. The sound of a woman screaming in pain. Pain that he had, in his way, caused her to be in. It sickened him to think that one he loved so much was in so much agony. But he knew that when it was over, if things went as well as they both hoped, both he and she would be happier than they had ever been. He stepped back from the door and sighed.A child of frost and sunshine2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack Frost, a spirit of cold and ice, was to many people merely a figure of myth. An expression to describe the way the day would become suddenly cold, or an unexpected arrival of snow. To almost everyone in the world, he was not real. But he was. And to those who believed in him, he was as real as any flesh and blood human being. One such human was now beyond those doors, tended to by her hand-maidens. Rapunzel, the princess of this land, this palace he now stood within. The two of them had known each other for some time an
Malevolent Clock TowerAssassination!Malevolent Clock Tower6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sound of the gun,
The crowd quickly freezes
Under the sun,
Sound of the gun,
The crowd quickly frenzies
Protect your young,
Put down the gun,
Do not hesitate
Nobody has won,
Too late to go back
Only one track,
Don't reach for that...
Sound of the gun,
Nobody has won,
Round in a circle,
Shot in the face
From this desolate place
Malevolent clock tower,
A gruesome grave
Everyone will remember,
This dreadful day
SpokenI want to tell you,Spoken6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but I locked myself out of my voice
and the keys are sitting useless in the ignition.
and I'm tripping
on the words that keep on slipping
from your Pepsi-flavored lips,
and you keep dipping them in acid
and you can't see how much it hurts
because you're strong.
You've never been burned.
We had so much in common,
and I don't just mean astrology.
I'm talking 'bout biology, psychology:
I had a seven month love affair with reading your emotions,
and you, with taking the words right out of my mouth.
Thus "he" and "she"
became "they" and "we",
And where was "I"? 'Cause I wasn't "me".
And that's when I realized I was wrong.
We were never the same.
I got a connection, perfection,
I got a direction,
You got an erection,
is that what I mean to you?
'Cause I saw you in my reflection,
two souls looking for protection,
except what I was looking for
wasn't made of latex.
I wish I could throw myself in the wash machine with the shirt yo
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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BipolarEvery day, wake up and take a pillBipolar5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So you don't go looking for lethal thrills.
Haven't you ever wanted to go to the brink
Of destruction, just to see if you'd sink
Into the clutches of death or if you'd survive
Just because God still wants you alive?
You live on time stolen not borrowed
From some intangible thing called tomorrow.
Forget that white, round pill stamped 1-4-2
And you'll realize how much you can do
If only they would let you try
To jump off, spread your wings, and fly.
But even with the meds in your system,
You still aren't without symptoms.
Your working memory abilities
Are poor enough to come to futility.
Imagine the frustration when you find
You can't recall what was in your mind
Just moments before. You find yourself lacking
And your brain seems to be slacking,
Even when you're given some cues
Not everything comes to mind for you.
And not only memory, but functioning speed
Is a hindrance and daily you find you need
More time than others do to process events
I was taught right from wrong I was taught right from wrongI was taught right from wrong 3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By a murderer
I was taught truth from lies
By a magician
I was taught who my friends were
By my enemy
I was taught to be honest
By a professional liar
I was taught to always speak my mind
By being told to keep quiet
I was taught to be kind
By someone that beat me down
I was taught to smile
By someone who could never wipe a scowl of their face
I was taught to love
By being abused
I was taught to live
By someone who was already dead
I was taught to perform
By someone with stage fright
I was taught to be excellent
By someone that failed in everything
I was taught to rely on only my self
By being surrounded with people
I was taught to be perfect
By those that wanted to see me fail
I was taught to be loyal
By everyone that ever walked out of my life
I was taught to make people happy
By everyone who ever made me miserable
I was taught to control my temper
By those with explosive tempers
I was taught to take care of myself
By those who tried to kill me
I was taug
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.I'm a Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
Jack FrostXReaderJack Frost X ReaderJack FrostXReader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Let It Snow
Story by lilacgiraffe
You sighed, placing your book down and looking at the rain around you from under the overhanging roof of a building. "This sucks." It was one week from Christmas and yet, there was no snow again. "Woe is me," you cried out, dramatically waving you arms about you like a Shakespearean actor, "for there art not a signal snowflake to kiss the earth. Woe. Woe!" You spun into rain and fell into the grass, placing your hand onto your forehead. You look from under your hand, checking that no one was there. You grinned, feeling your jeans and sweater stick to you and laughed.
"You appear to be insane." You heard someone say. You sit up, your (h/c) hair sticking to your face as you look for the onlooker.
"Ah!" You scream, feeling something slide behind you. You jump up, loosing your beanie in the process, and look at where you were sitting, only to find no one there. "Huh, I must be going insane." you mutter.
"Must be." the voice from
Coming BackYou looked at me with sunset eyesComing Back2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Teeming with an ocean’s depth
Waves were crashing down your cheeks
Tears you should have never wept
And I heard a sound I’ll not forget
The slamming front door as you left
In shock I waited as tragedy unfurled
Denial settled into the silence of my world
Without a glance or shallow sigh
You left me here with no goodbye
But in my heart there grew an ache
A pain that, most nights, keeps me awake
And now I finally realize
What I saw in those shining eyes
Not the sunset; the sunrise
So this was never a goodbye
This was letting go.
And now I’m coming back.
An Unlikely Encounter Ch.34CHAPTER 34An Unlikely Encounter Ch.344 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I cringed as I felt what was undeniably another crick in my neck. Painfully rolling my head around on my shoulders in what I hoped to be a subtle move, I once again cursed myself for passing out on the floor the night, or should I say morning, before.
Roxanne nearly had a heart attack when she found me lying face-down on the floor just an hour ago judging by the way she frantically flipped me over and shook my shoulders. Since then I'd been finding ache after ache after ache on my body.
I was sitting in Bruce's state-of-the-art kitchen, watching Roxanne flip some omelets for us as my memories of the last twenty-four hours washed over me.
I still hadn't told Roxanne about my conversation with the Joker, having a strong feeling that I'd somehow be mocked relentlessly due to the Joker's reasoning behind his anger. No, I knew for a fact that I'd be teased.
I sighed for what was surely the hundredth time since I awoke. As much as I deeply desired to hide my head in the sand like
People Never Get The Chance To Say GoodbyeHow do I go on when you're not here?People Never Get The Chance To Say Goodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How do I make it all alone?
I look around..
And I see your face,
But I realize its not you.
I sit in the place where memories come,
But this...i cannot take.
Inside I break,
Everyday as I wake.
In the middle of the night I shake.
Wishing you were awake.
Some are already decayed,
But some still live...
But its so far away.
I wish I could have made THEM stay.
they all leave...
Into a happier place,
where I am not..
I'm living in this place I can no longer take.
The Year of the BearI ignore the first prominent crackle in the underbrush to my left. It's most likely a squirrel, and I've seen plenty of those. One more does not interest me.The Year of the Bear5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's early August in northern New Jersey and it's hot enough to melt butter even in the leafy shade beneath the oaks at the edge of the pond. The heat makes me so lazy that I don't even want roll my head sideways on the battered plastic pool chair for a glance to the left. Anyway, Dracula is getting exciting. I ruffle the pages to go in my face, wishing that a real breeze would blow across the water.
An answering ruffle of leaves does not surprise me. If it's not a squirrel then it's probably my dog out patrolling her territory for new, alien smells. A crackle of brittle twigs from the same direction must be more squirrels, and a light slosh by the edge of the pond is just another trout belly-flopping as it gulps a bug off the surface. Finally, a quick succession of loud, crisp snaps--Chinese firecrackers in miniature--earns my at