Pro-ChoiceYour life is just a string of choicesPro-Choice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Held together by the delicate stitches of breath.
Every choice I make is mine and mine alone
And this body is nobody’s but my own.
There you go;
And just so you know,
I’m all for it.
It’s not ‘murder’,
It’s not a crime
I think it’s perfectly fine
And if you don’t,
Well, that’s you.
If I get raped,
Or an accident happens,
And I want an abortion;
I’ll get one.
And after all’s said and done,
I won’t feel guilty.
My body, my rules
Your body, your rules.
It’s not alive,
It’s a tiny clump of cells
Not even aware
It wouldn’t even care.
If you’re against abortion?
But my body’s mine,
Hers is hers and your is yours;
Don’t shut other people’s doors.
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?Mind, oh Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So much to be sad about, so much that could be
Going wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.
Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?
So much could be going great, going oh so well
Sad face, sad face, can't you ever see?
Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.
Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?
Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...
Bipolar DisorderShut up.Bipolar Disorder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t. Say. A n y t h i n g .
“Are you okay?”
P an i c .
Close the window.
Open it again.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I’m losing control.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
… “I don’t know.”
Sensory memoryI wish I had learnt you like a language;Sensory memory2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my hands on your skin and my tongue
in your mouth.
I wish that I had taken you apart
and committed you to memory, piece
by bloody, gutted, honest piece.
I wish I had kept my knowledge
of you secret, tucked away
and always there for me to touch
when my stomach drops six feet
with missing you.
They Also Serve Who Only Stand and WaitI don't know when we first went underground. I don't even know if it was one mass exodus, a swarm of mankind trickling through the earth's crust so vehement we carved our own caverns by the force of trampling feet, or whether it was a gradual process, perhaps even a repetitive one, a family here, a neighborhood there. For all I know, the echo of the damp subterranean machine has always reverberated off the cave walls, created long past by the Angels, who think of our well-being even while they shake their heads helplessly at our flaws.They Also Serve Who Only Stand and Wait2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say that those who remained on the surface were raptured away in a great flash of light, like a million suns converted into raw energy all at once. While it was rumored once that the flash was our doing, our own horrid creation, we all know better now. It was the Maker who brought it forth from the void and cast it onto the earth's crust, as though shot from an immense sling, taking only those who were brave enough to trust in Him. We, who live in t
All That's LeftLet me hold youAll That's Left2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let comfort be what you feel
Let my lips kiss where your tears have fallen
Let a look into my eyes undo the wrong you've seen
Let the stillness of my breath replace the screams that have filled your ears
Let your mind be filled with thoughts of us instead of the memories that have haunted you
Let the walls around your heart collapse
Let my love be all that's left
kind regards, your faithful mirrorYour face smiles,kind regards, your faithful mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your eyes don't,
Your mask outgoing,
Your heart doped.
You look to me
You search your face
towards my base.
But like a pond in sunlight
You cannot judge,
Just how far I see beyond
your make-ups sludge.
You look to me, I quietly reflect
Your every shape disgrace and angle
All of it I inspect.
You walk away from me
forgetting I still stare
you turn and glance on departure.
Dont worry I'm still there.
Progetto MalaMente:Stralcio1Progetto MalaMente:Stralcio15 years ago in Drama More Like This
Adoro questo lavoro, la maggior parte della gente comune pensa che Io sia un pazzo, uno che maneggia tutto il giorno un flessibile quale interesse può avere verso i propri simili?
Oh! Quanto si sbagliano, non sanno quante e quali soddisfazioni possa trarre dal mio amato arnese.
Io sono un artista, quello che faccio non ha prezzo, la maggior parte di voi non avrebbe il fegato per immaginare quello che penso e poi realizzo.
I love this job. Most common people think me a madman - how much interest in my fellow man can I have when I spend all my days handling an angle grinder
Oh, how wrong they are. They don't know the many and varied pleasures I derive from my beloved tool.
I am an artist, what I do has no price. Most of you wouldn't have the guts to even imagine the things I conceive and then realise.
Caro DiarioCaro Diario, trovo davvero idiota che tu abbia deciso di farti vedere solo adesso e in questo modo così stupido.Caro Diario3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Voglio dire, se vuoi sapere cosa faccio durante le mie giornate non hai un modo più intelligente? Cazzo, abito in una città di pazzi, mi aspetterei che le telecamere agli angoli delle strade non siano lì per divertimento! Mi aspetto che tu sappia già quello che vuoi sapere! E invece a quanto pare no, Diario, hai bisogno che io ti dica quello che vuoi sapere. Beh, forse io non voglio dirtelo quello che vuoi sapere, anche se sapessi cos'è.
Devi sapere, caro Diario, che già questa faccenda della città dei pazzi mi manda davvero in bestia. Cosa aveva l'istituto di sbagliato? Chi ha voluto questo abominio nei nostri confronti spacciandolo per una rivoluzione del campo medico? Come diavolo può essere una rivoluzione nel campo medico lasciare tutti i pazzi del Paese liberi di vivere la vita che più li aggrada in una città chius
I don't like you and your skinny j-genesEverything's changedI don't like you and your skinny j-genes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing is as before
Don't want to be
Who I am anymore.
They all try
Force me to cry.
Forever YoungHumanity's rainbow has no pots of gold at the end,Forever Young4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but pans of unity, which is all the wealth we might need,
and such a sanctuary is sought by all the little teenagers,
the one's with the pen marked peace symbols on their wrists,
and their idealistic virtue and thoughts of true love
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wallMirror Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You see me,
My every rise and fall.
Is it you who knows me best..
Seen beyond the mask
When i'm down and depressed
Seen me the downright broken mess?
I look at you
you stare no slack
Behind my back
My knowledge of you ends
When I go my own way
But you watch me come and go
day after day..
Thinking of Youmy virginity wasThinking of You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the holiest of altars
with a hundred religions'
my father's gun
to a breathing temple
so i took it myself
a prayer so long
& innocence taken by the
right hand of god
The Gazette - ACTION"ACTION!"The Gazette - ACTION4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Konnichiwa minnasan, my name is Ruki, also known as..."
"...pervert?", Uruha tried to help out.
"...midget?", Reita suggested.
"Gay fag?", Aoi chuckled.
"Looser...", Kai commented.
"WOULD YOU GUYS QUIT YOUR STUPID LAUGHTER AND STOP MOCKING ME!!! I'M NOT GAY, DAMMIT!!!", Ruki shouted, his head as red as a tomato.
It was not easy for his four band mates to stop laughing, but at least, they tried for they noticed how serious Ruki seemed to be about it.
"Okay, camera, are you ready?", Ruki asked. The camera man nodded.
"Konnichi wa minna san, my name is Ruki!"
"Indeed, his name is Ruki, and it's really important to know that he's totally straight!", Aoi interrupted.
"Yes, he's the straightest on earth! Unless...I mean, there are his weak moments...", Uruha continued, his tone more than amused.
"...for example when he kisses me on stage or licks Uruha's guitar...", Reita said.
"Not to mention what happens behind stage...but as we said...he's totally straight!
DareCynical girl's infidelities on radio broadcast,Dare4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Rumor running mainstream during class,
Hates to let this paranoia register as a reality,
Quivering muscles argue against the better half of me,
It's a wonder you can swallow that mouthful of shit about me,
Cowardly denial against my stare, but if anything, that's not me,
Gracing you with my most lethal smile, my arms are open fatally,
My voice dripping with temptation when I say,
Come and get me.
R.I.P R.I.PR.I.P2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Rest in peace"
Or at least,
what we all think it means.
How may I rest, six feet under;
in a tomb?
Alone and cold, in soiled womb?
They said, after death,
"You have nothing to worry."
"Reside in purgatory"
Why bury me in damp grave?
So far away from heavens gates?
I feel the warmth, know it well.
Another half inch, I'd burn in hell.
But in this shell, lifeless; sedated.
Ironic you wanted me cremated.
Is this wrong? Or is this right?
jokes on me I guess that's life.
At least for some,
"Reveal in Paradise"
A Handful of WaterA Handful of Water2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Holding onto you is like holding onto a handful of water. No matter how hard you try, it will eventually just slip right between your fingers.
Love Letters (Uruha x Ruki)Title: Love LettersLove Letters (Uruha x Ruki)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairing: Uruha x Ruki
Warnings: a madly in love Ruki
Disclaimer: Don't own them, sadly, but I own the letters XD
Summary: Reita was followed by a young man that caught Rukis attention. Long, blonde hair were flowing down his slim, long body. He couldn't keep his eyes off his flawless face which features were soft as if he was trying to tempt someone.
Comment: I wanted to write a hopless romantic story about Uruha and Ruki and here it is (and yes, I know I have overdone it a bit XD)
However an exrta chapter is going to follow!
One boring maths lesson. Just as so many others.
And Ruki was right in the middle of one. This especially hated time when the teacher had walked in, started the lesson and was so full of himself after about fifty minutes and still, the end wasn't near.
This time when Ruki was writing whatever the teacher would write
from your mirror.. with loveStand at mefrom your mirror.. with love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glare at me
Your hair at me.
your eyes like
daggers and spears.
I'm not cruel
Russian Roulette, da?Russian Roulette, Da?Russian Roulette, da?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The question sent chills down his spine.
"You want to play Russian Roulette, da?" The broken English and thick Russian accent, something the naive young American would normally make fun of, instead made him shudder.
Alfred turned around meeting Ivan's cold, violet gaze.
"Hell No, Commie bastard." Alfred spat.
"That isn't the answer a hero would say, da?" the Russian purred. Sweat dripped down Alfred's forehead, his pride getting the better of him.
"Fine, Commie." Alfred sputtered. Ivan smiled and led Alfred out of the deserted conference room and into a large, dimly-lit room with two chairs in the middle.
"Does the hero want to go first, da? Cause I understand if you're scared." Ivan's happy additude made the hair on the back of Alfred's neck stand up.
"I'll go first." Alfred's pride again got the better of him. Ivan pulled the deadly, black revolver out of his long coat, and Alfred took the gun out of Ivan's hand. Pressing the gun to his temple, Alfred slowed his
Heart:a rebellionHeart:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
summershe speaks the languagesummer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath sherbet tents
and watermelon ice cream,
she is spinning stories
like cotton candy,
tasting words on her tongue
and handing them to children
on summer-roasted sidewalks.
our toes brush milk-stained tile,
multi-colored creamsicles painting
our sun-kissed hands,
as we waste pastel-colored napkins
on small fingers