Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?Why I Died3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
How Tender:How Tender:How Tender:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Finger tips dance
Oh so gently
And lust’s actions
A lover’s plea of words:
The sweet nothings you
Whisper into my
Love lost soul.
Are you really there?
By my side
On my ear?
Is that you
Who just whispered
That one lovely sentence
“I love you?”
The Hunger Game: Outdoors GameThe Hunger Game: Outdoors GameThe Hunger Game: Outdoors Game5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Over 4 people
Cell phones for everyone (with players contacts)
An area that people go when they die
Items are scattered around a central point
Items decrease in value the farther they are from the center
Everyone starts in a semi-circle the same distance away
Have a non-player set an alarm for any time after one minute. You can't move until the timer goes off
No one can "kill" another player until another minute passes. The person who set the timer should shout out once this is up.
Boundary (Let everyone know what they are)
If you go off-limits, you are automatically considered dead
If you're hit somewhere that wouldn't kill you in real life, it doesn't count. For example arms/ legs
If you get hit somewhere that doesn't kill you, arms/legs, nothing changes. You don't have to hop around on one leg or whatever. Lol.
The first person dead becomes the announcer.
Let Me Tell You About Homestuck- The PoemYou see a video and ask 'what's this?Let Me Tell You About Homestuck- The Poem2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wait- that grin- something's amiss.'
Smiling, I say, hoping for all of the luck,
'Let me tell you all about Homestuck.'
A young man stands in his bedroom, yes,
But thus far, you're quite unimpressed.
Hear me out though- it gets better!
Just read all of the logs- every letter.
You now have made it to Act 3
And I'm proud of you as I could be
Their session's started, the game's begun,
But we're not quite even to the real fun.
It's Act 5 and you're freaking out-
It's the trolls you've been hearing all about!
It took a bit, but you're getting there
There's still more stuff ahead, but the plot has you snared.
Now you've caught up to the latest update,
And you ask, 'What's next?' I say, 'We wait
With the rest of the fandom- it's nice though, you'll see,
'Cause we're all sorts of weird, and one big family.'
And so we will wait, you and I, all us fans,
And while we wait, come and go will some plans,
But you and I, both of us, know of our luck,
That we were
Once KnewOnce knew:Once Knew3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do I know you?
That blank expression states I do.
The drugs in hand,
Red, yellow, white:
Dressed so tight
Almost as if to burst.
Shirt exposing muscles,
A show of sock puppets.
Are you always, this fake?
I think I,
So called, "Straight."
Now you're proud
After insult upon insult,
You once relayed upon me.
Hands out stretched-and so girly.
Who's the fag to speak?
For HimFor Him3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brilliancy within the dark,
Your eyes pierced
Right through my heart.
All those love songs, poems
Put your beauty to shame.
From your toes
To those luscious lips
Up to your eyes.
Your lament, the sweet song of
Melancholy puppy dog eyes.
Your flawless face, a perfect pallet.
The sweet tone you sing when you speak.
My heart shatters as the butterflies
Try to escape.
I can't begin to describe
How much you make me love you
When I hear that precious laugh.
You are desire and love.
Beauty and brilliance
All wrapped up into one,
Very attractive man.
Food For ThoughtFood For ThoughtFood For Thought2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Remember, a three legged dog still has three good legs to lose.
Dear GeorgeDear George,Dear George4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I know that you are wondering whatever to that letter Mum told you to write. You think that you might have lost it, might have thrown it away on accident, or that Mum has it somewhere. But honestly, isn't that all a bit stupid, George?
I have it. You might think that this is a cruel prank that Ron is pulling on you, but it's not. Fred Weasley is the only one who makes cruel pranks. Yes George, Fred the perfect angel has it. I've been reading it non-stop. I just can't stop reading it.
I realized that things would be different when I died. Everything about you would be different, and that was the one thing on my mind when I died. How you would be alone, how you wouldn't be a twin anymore. I ruined our plans of dying at the exact same moment. Nobody would hear anything from the more handsome and charismatic twin ever again.
It's quite fun up here, actually. Tonks and I have to constantly remind Lupin that he is now with his friends and now he won't be turning in to any wolf a
I Was Once Told My Heart BeatsI was once told my heart beatsI Was Once Told My Heart Beats3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But how can I be sure
When my soul feels so empty
No sound so pure
As the reverberation of life
Beating in my core
So should i believe them
I'm sure they've lied before,
They said you only die once
But I first died when I was four
When daddy snuck into my room
And treated me like a whore,
And they said crying helps
That it sets the pain free
And though i cried every night
The tears never helped me,
They even said wounds heal with age
And though I got older,
Every single day
My wounds only grew deeper,
But I still continued to believe them
Even as they lied to me again
Telling me I'd find someone
Who'd save me from my pain
Someone who'd love me
For who I am
Not what I am
And past what's happened to me
Though I've searched and hoped
Believing what I was told
I was never enough for anyone
And my heart grew cold.
I was once even told
My heart beats
But that seems too lovely to believe.
To Pee, or not to Pee?To pee, or not to pee: That is the question:To Pee, or not to Pee?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wether tis better for the wise to wait
and pee inside a toilet,
or to take immediate action against the urinal urge
by the dropping of trow to end it. To pee, to leak,
to piss...and by a piss to say we end
the pelvic aching flesh is heir to.
Tis a relief often to be wished. To pee, to wizz,
to hold no more. But in that sweet release
who knows what peeps may show?
When we stand pissing in the field what eyes might spy.
Ay, there's the rub that makes conflict of such simple a problem...
Away from NeverNeverLandMoney is dirty. Leaves invisible yuck on a person; stains fingers, smears over skin and catches under nails. Festers. And then hands turn into pincers to take and eyes small greedy and black. Skin hardens to bounce back ugly words and back curves under weight of things. Lobsters, fat and red.Away from NeverNeverLand4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Marriage is scrubbed. Clean and pretend. Perfect white dresses and kisses put and planted. Brides march and grooms promise so hard. Military of gowns with bow tie generals. An army of high heels and flowers landed in laps. Marriage spreads. Infects. Zombiefying disease. Shuffle, I do, brains.
Driving is fickle. Slide into each other, through each other. Blood and bits go with them. People cry over tombs and insurance papers. Or nothing. Home again, uneventful day. Locked behind wheel, over tarmac, lights suspended like vultures above. Danger, danger. Promise of convenience. Thrill. Like riding a shark.
Work is uniformed. Slotted, easy, organized files. Tags meaning le
Stone AngelsHe had tigers blood.Stone Angels4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that called to me
like a siren's song,
while his demonic tongue
hissed 'S h i p w r e c k e d'.
We covered ourselves in ink,
danced along jailhouse walls
under street lights, the edges
of skylines, darkened alleyways
and the parking lots of churches.
We spoke in riddles gestures;
the quiet sweep of eyelashes;
cigarette smoke that lingered
long enough to shape heavens
within our irises while crows
rested on our shouldersperched
pecking, waiting for one to move.
As we were nothing more than
long-limb statues atop gravestones.
You stole my heart...It's been ages since then,You stole my heart...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but it still beats--
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I've spent light-years
holding you in these
aging arms of mine,
like the 6 trillion
miles you must be
away from me right now.
I'm cold and rusting and
lonely without your
and those sneaky smiles
reserved only for me.
Three days and the world has gone
He isn't you.He isn't wishful paper cranes,He isn't you.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or Paris dreams during cold
Autumn nights. He isn't You.
But, he's trying so hard to
make me forget [ you you you ]
like pressed flowers hidden
between the bindings of
unfinished books, placed
at the top of dusty shelves.
His eyes are supernovas,
dead and lonely.
They don't sparkle like
your blue ocean irises.
But He loves me.
I can feel it through
shy smiles and the way
he touches me with
gentle artist fingers.
[ He makes
me want to write
p o e t r y. ]
Legal Sex Worker is Happy."Too damaged to understand," says society.Legal Sex Worker is Happy.4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Van GoghSlip intoVan Gogh3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the first vestige of
blush of a summer's
day already aglow
glistens, an aureole
of molten gold
as sunflowers puddle
at your feet.
Intrigue LostPoison gnaws stomach's edge. Life breaks.Intrigue Lost4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Stitched LipsHer lips, soft like old paperStitched Lips4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tastes of stardust and ink.
I'd kiss her a thousand times over,
just to savour the poetry resting
on her wasp tongue
but, I'm kissing ghosts
with empty eyes, void, naked,
and vulnerable like sleeping
gargoyles in the mid-day sun.
[ I'll love her quietly, close-mouthed
in the arms of stone angels. ]
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just