Losing YouIt was a few years agoLosing You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I still remember you so well
Despite all this time in which I haven’t seen you
Your influence hasn’t changed a bit
You were the only one. The kindest, sweetest soul I ever had the honour of knowing
And yet I always felt I wasn’t worthy of your attention – your precious time, your precious words
Your gentle kindness
I wanted to spare you the mistake of knowing someone like me
A being so unworthy of your grace
So much so that I not only pushed you away
But I lost myself trying to lose you
You consumed all of my thoughts until none of my own remained
You only ever meant well, I understand that now
But your familiar figure had become intimidating
I was frightened, sure that I could never deserve one as wonderful as you
And I didn’t know what to do - I was so fragile at the time
So afraid to love, to trust, that all I did was hurt everything I touched
Myself and any who dared to care for me
Now I understand, so many years later, the r
Need to Feel PainI feel the hurtNeed to Feel Pain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every time I look back
the Pain I always feel
deep inside me
I always have these urges
that I need to feel pain...
it was the only true feeling I felt
and without it I'm lost in this world
I want to cut my arms...
I want to cut my legs
just to watch the blood pouring
and to feel the pain deep inside
I want to hurt...
to know that I can feel in this world
I need to feel pain...
its like a drug to me...
The cuts I love
the pain i can feel
I just want my arms to bleed
and to feel the scars....
Cutting every inch of me
just to feel the pain deep inside
To watch the blood pour down...
on the body that deserves pain....
NaPoWriMo: Day 6It’s hard enoughNaPoWriMo: Day 62 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to love her skin on good days,
to wide eyed strangers
as if to fill the emptiness
in her own gut;
she lives on a diet of sad stories &
you must shed your own skin
to save it.]
Broken momentsSitting beside the windowBroken moments2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twisting a strand of hair
Thinking of those broken moments
Which no magic can repair
It seems like just now
You whispered something about love
It took me to up to the sky
Among singing and dancing doves
Oh how can I forget
That smile, that blush
Which only and only your voice could bring
No matter I was in what rush
But then fate came in
Tore me from within
Smashed and thrashed the dying me
And left no way for light to come in
I should have known
Happiness isn’t for me
I never get what I long for
No matter how much I plea
So now I have to move on
Or at least I would try
Because this world never bears a weakling
Just leaves it to die.
Guardian Angels -- chapter 6Guardian Angels -- chapter 67 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author's Note: This story involves yaoi/gay romance. For readers 18+ only. Story rating is R for violence, sexual content, and strong language.
Cherokee was wagging her tail happily when Erin and James walked in the door. She tilted her head a little and whined happily, staring at Erin as if to say "See, you didn't get eaten. I always know what's good for you." The blonde just scratched her behind the ears a little.
"I guess I should show you the guest room, huh?" James said, hiding a smile.
Erin glared at him. He had found out, after they had left the mall, that James had known the gang of boys was out there. He could hear them talking. Erin was very displeased that James had tricked him, but at the same time he was secretly grateful. He didn't want to run into that gang alone again.
The blonde followed the vampire down the short hallway to the last door on the left, and James let him go in first. The room, like everything else i
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
Your Words Are Gelignite Pt. 2"We're catching bullets in our teeth,Your Words Are Gelignite Pt. 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its hard to do but they're so sweet,
And if they take a couple out,
We try to work things out.
We're catching bullets with our
Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us.
It's strange to find such lights
In such endless night."
"Bullets" by Tunng
It's easy to wake up in the morning. John dresses and goes to the chilly kitchen for breakfast before he remembers. Staring at the kettle, he remembers, just like that.
"Keep calm and carry on," he says to himself softly, hopping a little from foot to foot because the floor is too cold for his bare feet.
When his toast is done and his tea is steeping, he sits at their shared desk. His laptop is out, since Sherlock's been using it more and more lately, no surprises there. It's practically their laptop anyway. For just a moment, he considers changing his password, then shrugs off the idea; Sherlock will gue
BandI walk into the room,Band4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The banging drums,
The booming Tubas,
The slightly off-pitch french horns,
The squeaking woodwinds,
Give me a major headache.
And that's when I smile,
Because I know that I'm finally home again.
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
I hope you are reading thisthe person I love loves music much too muchI hope you are reading this2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and the person I love loves that I love the quiet and easy days
loves that I like to stay up late (or early) till the birds sing of morning and
the person I love loves that I love to hold hands and hold a body but only when I know them fully
and the person I love loves listening to my songs and listening to my voice and to my poetry and stories
the person I love has songs to share too and a voice that melts my heart and words that mold it back into something nostalgia old and inspired new
and the person I love loves to look around and take it in once in a while and wonders why we can’t just run away to a secluded place in the forest with a cabin that harbors all of our needs, keeps you and me in a space apart where it rains when we’re sad because we would always be sad together and where the sun is warm on our skin when we are smiling together and laughing together because I made a spectacular pun out of seemingly nothing sp
Brad Pitt's face when romantic comediesBrad Pitt's face7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make you sick
and you could spit
in Brad Pitt´s face - you know:
these days are merciless
Kid in a Candy ShopPulling at my lungs with the innocence of a childKid in a Candy Shop2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
borrowing my air regularly
hands reaching forevermore
They told me lies
fed me sugar coated things that would keep me occupied
how again have you pulled me in?
Spinning and twirling
so much to see, to take with me
naivety has been leading me here
A place with such a false sense of...
The walls will break
the smiles are fake
the dishonesty cannot stand up on its own anymore
Crumbling towers of sweets advertised
place neatly next shelves upon shelves
of deceit, fabrication,
and one little white lie
Have you had your fill of mouthwatering ignorance yet?
Just One NightUmm, excuse me?Just One Night8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
May I talk to you for a moment?
I'd like to ask you a favor,
If you don't mind.
May I borrow you,
Just for the night?
I'd like you to sleep with me.
No, no, it's nothing like that...
You'd just sleep next to me overnight.
All you'd have to do
Is lay there beside me,
Maybe hug me from behind,
So I can feel safe for once,
And pretend that you love me.
You see, I hate coming home
To an empty house.
No one's ever there to say hello.
I hate sleeping alone,
Here in this huge empty bed...
So will you please...?
For just one night?
Did You KnowDid you know,Did You Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're kind of impatient,
Your nose is a little too big,
You're always blaming others,
You never speak your mind,
Your chest is too small,
You try way too hard,
You aren't pretty,
Or even well-rounded,
You're not smart either,
You never will be,
In fact, you're weird,
You'll never find anyone,
Your dreams are idiotic,
You have no talent,
Probably your family's fault,
You're right, it's yours,
You'll never be anyone special,
You'll die one day and no one will remember you,
Because you're pathetic,
You don't deserve to live,
You should disappear,
It would do the world some good,
Since everyone hates you,
And your life means nothing,
You're still here.
I don't know.
poetry, againSpoiler alert: this is not poetry.poetry, again3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Print 15 copies. You just killed a tree.
Put this in mass-produced magazines.
Slaughter a forest arboreal genocide.
This is not poetry;
this is lexical vandalism; this
is getting away with murder.
Fire your editor & set
fire to your dictionary.
This sentence is a Death sentence,
but death shouldn't be uppercase.
Capital punishment: life fragment (incomplet)
Shit, I don't think I executed that properly.
Correct the syntax & execute it again.
This time: sharpen the guillotine.
Type a noose around this poem
& hang it
on your fridge like gallows,
smothered by two magnets.
you just killed
This is not poetry, again.
This is not Shakespeare
This is a not a play on
dead kings or balcony scenes.
This is a play on
words. Verbs Action Cut!
Cut to the chase. Cut this stanza
in half. Chop off its limbs like the
trees you keep killing. Cut off your
Dear Poetry,You will find out that I am not a strong person. Dragons do not make a home beneath my skin to hoard their treasured princesses. I am not that lucky. For I have misplaced collarbones just as quickly as I’ve misplaced hearts, a pulse still rhythmic against my fingertips. I am a monster of words, devouring Cummings and Plath with no ounce of self control left in my body. I promised myself this weight would not fall for the sharp edges of stars ground into your knuckles. But, write air into my lungs, poetry. Give this wild thing a reason to learn the definition of tamed.Dear Poetry,1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Write me a poem, and I will promise to fall in love with you, slowly and then…all at once.
time-spared drawers of dreamsi. someday the sight-starvedtime-spared drawers of dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
will find more than just the moon -
that i promise you.
we've seen all of what happiness
will never be and
like liquid stars in the milky way,
smiles will seep down
into the oceans of your laughter.
never mind what they said
about shady equilibrium;
it's only man's insecurity.
truth is, there is no
no rule, no eyes
watching over you;
just the forgotten remains of the
god that falls on us
every time it rains.
ii. someday, my dear,
those cranes won't just be
an exhibition of folded paper -
and those tears you cry now?
[which you hate so much?]
will leak into my arterial walls
and tell me they only tell stories of ecstasy;
we just have yet to realize.
love, it won't be long
till autumn will not be as forgotten
and between these
multiple shades of grey, will rest
the emptiness within yo[us]
and the broken smiles
of a shattered yesterday.
iii. grieve not, sweet traveler -
our draining journey has just begun.
and though you have been without comfort for s
SchmetterlingsseeleSchmetterlingsseeleSchmetterlingsseele3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tausend verkrüppelte Leben lebend
Ihre entstellten Hände
krallten sich in meine Seele,
zerbrachen meinen Sinn.
Hilflose Körper lagen zu ihren Füßen,
wollten nur sich selbst erkennen.
Mein sterbendes Sein schwand,
neugeboren in einem blühenden Kokon.
Ein helles Licht, ein tosender Wind,
mein behütetes Zuhause bricht.
Aus meinen schmalen Schultern
ragen zu große Flügel.
Mein neues Leben trägt mich,
Meine Hände berührten meine entstellte Haut, rieben über die klaffenden Wunden meiner Seele. Das Geräusch von prasselndem Regen beruhigte den schnellen Schlag meines Herzen, immer noch erschrocken über das Geschehene. Der Spiegel vor mir zeigte mir jemanden, den ich nicht erkannte, der nicht so aussah wie ich. Ich fühlte mich leer, nur mein Herz schlug unablässig in meiner Brust umher, mein Hirn jedoch ließ keinen Gedanken zu. Es war so schnel
One day.One day i'll be free,One day.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just you wait and see.
I need to get out,
And change how i feel.
But it is hard to scout,
Out which feelings are real.
One day i'll be free,
Just you wait and see.
I know i can do it,
I can escape from my head.
I'll be able to just sit,
And my heart won't feel like lead.
One day i'll be free,
Just you wait and see.
Just a while longer,
And then i'll be safe.
My soul will be stronger,
And it won't be too late.
La mia bella donna~ - RomanoxReader*Romano's P.O.V*La mia bella donna~ - RomanoxReader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sat in Spain's shop, eating a tomato, looking at the passing people.
"Lovi~!" Spain suddenly hugged me, making me drop my tomato. I pushed him off me.
"You-a bastard! You-a made me drop my-a tomato!" I snapped, picking up the dirt covered tomato. I sighed sadly tossing it into the trash.
"I'm sorry Lovi, I'll get you another!" Spain said and hurried back to the front desk, grabbing a tomato from the hanging basket of tomatoes. He tossed it to me and I caught it, careful not to bruise it.
"Grazie, now stop calling me Lovi." I growled and took a bite of the tasty fruit.
Then I froze, seeing the most beautiful woman ever.
She had (h/l) (h/c) hair that shined in the sun, beautifully (s/c) skin that looked so soft, and (e/c) eyes that seemed to sparkle. Her dress a soft pink and was strapless as it hugged her chest. A white hair band in her hair. I was frozen at the sight of her beauty.
"Hola, Are you Antonio?" She asked Spain. He nodded, shaking her hand.
"Hola, Amiga! Y
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
BandBand.Band2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting side by side,
Crammed into the band room like sardines,
Each fighting for enough elbow-room,
To play our instruments.
Huddled under the drum major podium,
Desperate to find shade,
From the blazing sun,
So close that our sweat mingles,
With that of the people next to us.
Packed into the stuffy bus,
Our voices drowned out by the louder ones,
And the music of the radio in the back.
Trekking across the field,
Keeping our legs straight,
Rolling our feet,
Maintaining good posture,
Staying in step,
Keeping good intervals,
And watching the drum major,
All while playing our respective instruments.
Marching on the field,
On the hottest day of the year,
To please the band director,
And praying for rain,
Or just a water break.
We endure together.
We suffer together.
We play together.
We practically live together.
If that’s not family,
Then I don’t know what is.