nineariel stole your breath more than i ever did -nine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when my heart was thudding between your lungs,
because that was the only safe place, or so i was told
i can't remember when my heart caught the fever
for you had guarded it with your own ribcage for so long
my memories melded between your synapses and
we became one
Impressions from 501 The ins and outs of various students are muffled, somewhat, by the silence of the regulars. Almost exclusively female, these pockets of still water read quietly while the world around them shuffles about, like particles in a dust storm meeting a particularly deep-rooted tree. They corral themselves in the student lounge set at the front of the English department. Usually, at least one of the two Macintosh computers there is taken, while someone else stretches out on the beaten up navy blue couch that has long since lost any cushion. The wobbly round table provides a decent view of the outside, being situated near the door and in front of one of the long hallways housing the various rooms – the perfect vantage point to observe the comings and goings of delivery men with boxes, professors carrying books and folders, students rushing for the printer.Impressions from 5011 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The linguist professor is one of the new guys, fresh-faced, a product of the recent turnover rate as the o
Astrea's Tear - Chapter One, Part OneChapter One, Part OneAstrea's Tear - Chapter One, Part One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was once a time, a time when magic lived in our day to day lives. Creatures that are rare now could be found commonly, everything at the time lived in harmony with magic and its elements.
In this time there was once a powerful kingdom that went by the name of Eldric. This kingdom was ruled by King Roderick and his son Prince Renas and his dying daughter Princess Spirit. King Roderick was a powerful warrior and an equally powerful sorcerer. However there were forces at hand that even the kingdom's most powerful spells combined were rendered useless. This event was one of those times.
The kingdom had been free from the shackles of magical attacks for a long time. There was a very powerful witch, she worked for the king as the court fortune teller and his personal advisor, her name was Calliope.
Calliope was a very devious and traitorous person, using her abilities she discovered a powerful magical weapon called the Staff of Discord. The staff w
the kingdom of life and deathtwo weeks ago i threw a stonethe kingdom of life and death1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
at the water and watched it skip three times, thinking
it will never do to grow old and content.
somewhere beneath this river
there is a castle built from stones i've thrown,
and all of the fish are kings and queens.
they've never been asked about their royal decrees.
no one has ever wished them a happy birthday.
they reign over the kingdom of life and death, and even the river
refuses to stop and mourn them when they go.
one week ago i found a moss-covered stump,
and instead of crying, i counted its rings.
if you were to cut me crosswise, i don't know
what you'd find. perhaps severed arteries
pouring out gold and poetry,
ancient cave paintings splashed across my vertebrae,
or the secret to immunity brewing
in the cauldron of my hips.
maybe you wouldn't find anything.
i cannot grow rings, after all,
and i am no queen.
today, to celebrate my birthday,
i will head down to the river with a saw
slung over my shoulder and
chop down a t
My Ghost and MeI awoke to a ghost standing in my room.My Ghost and Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She had my hair, my face, my smile on her lips.
I didn't know who she was, but thought her familiar.
Slowly she turned her face in an ethereal state.
Her features were a dead ringer for me.
She raised her hand and gave me a wave.
Then she dissolved into the air, like mist in the sun.
As I looked where she stood, I couldn't make sense.
It was like I'd seen a shadow, knew what but not who.
The memory of her was distant, somewhere within my mind.
Yet, there was something and sleep would not return.
I stood, walking to where my ghost had been.
To my surprise, I saw her in the mirror.
Then I knew who the girl was, who my ghost is.
Then I knew.
Zack X Reader"Time of death: five thirteen PM." You heard this, but you were unable to respond.Zack X Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone began crying everyone except Zack. But why wasn't he crying? You two had been best friends since preschool. He wasn't crying because he knew you weren't dead; you just couldn't be and you had promised him you wouldn't die young. He was right you weren't dead. It all started about five hours ago.
"Come on, Zack! You have to be done by now; we're going to be late!"
"Perfect hair doesn't just happen instantly, (y/n). You seem to know that, with how long
you take every morning."
"Yeah, but that's different I'm a girl and my hair is much longer than yours. And today I woke up early so we could get there early. You should have done the same."
"Sorry I was up late last night finishing our report."
"I finished my half in class while you sat there talking to Cloud. I feel bad for him he almost didn't get to finish his project, thanks to yo
Genesis, To FlyGenesis, To Fly11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Genesis, To Fly
Main Entry: 1vol•a•tile
Pronunciation: 'vä-l&-t&l, esp British -"tIl
Etymology: French, from Latin volatilis, from volare to fly
1 : readily vaporizable at a relatively low temperature</i>
An era of Edenistic emotion
curls around my finger tips and toes,
slowly working its way to my heart—
felt cold, inside,
in the summertime; and winter fills itself
with warm motion pic
UnspokenI am the voice unspoken,Unspoken11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The song without words,
I am music without notes.
I am faceless, featureless…
I am numbed and cold,
Trapped in the ice of solitude,
You left me here in the wastes,
To seek my own sanctuary…
I am alone now, in your night,
I am freezing in my loneliness,
I am damned in my sorrow,
And through the void I sing…
"Bleed me dry"
I whisper to dry hearts,
"Take my life"
I taunt you with my eyes.
"Take it all"
You know the truth of it…
"Kill me here"
Its you who inside dies…
Death Can't Seperate Hearts [EDITED]In the pouring rain, I watch the gray and rounded tomb stone gather droplets before me and I watch them slide down along the sides onto the ground below. With a rose in my hand, I reminiscence the short years we've spent. I will always remember the way you gave me my first kiss, sweet and gentle like you. I will remember the dates we've had, at amusement parks, at restaurants, even at the movies. But what I liked best was when I was with you no matter where we were. And when you asked me to marry you, I said yes because I knew that my life would never be the same without you... and right now, it's true.Death Can't Seperate Hearts [EDITED]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't live without you. I want you back. I want you, and your boy wants his daddy, too.
We rushed to have a child because you said you wanted to see your son, your own flesh and blood, before anything happened to you. I never knew what that meant until sometime after the birth of our baby boy. I couldn't believe you had cancer, an incurable one. Months later, you asked me and ou
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.I Saw a Burning Man10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
Whole Lot Of NothingThe newspapers are deadWhole Lot Of Nothing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
today, blank and proud
there is no news except
love, that which lights
the houses behind our
eyelids, kisses our clothes
in the dryer, pulls
us from our beds like
kings dancing and howling
Wake up lover!
its your ceremony, your
ferocity, your pages
love will stand laughing
with yellow hair and
pull your hands
before you, pull the
dirt from your eyes
with a touch as clean
and bright as
To Whom It May ConcernTo Whom It May Concern,To Whom It May Concern7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm sorry you had to find this. Find me I mean. Ideally no-one would have found me. But then no-one would know what had happened. And that would have been a waste. More of a waste I mean. God knows I've wasted a lot. But, I'm still sorry you had to find me.
I made that sound like I'm trying to prove something. Doing this for a reason I mean. I'm not though. My actions are just as selfish as you first thought when you walked into the room.
It's strange really, how I came to be where I am today. Some might say I failed in life. To them, I say Fuck You. I achieved what I wanted to achieve. Well, if you're reading this than i have. If you're not, well, I guess I'm back where I started; therapy.
I could blame so many people for who I've become; family, friends, you. But that would be wrong. Not to say I don'
Maybe you are my inner demonMaybe you are my inner demon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have my inner demons.
And they are tearing me apart.
Through my rib cage,
They are eating away my heart.
I have you,holding me tight.
You can feel the pulse of my soul
I am afraid,save me.
Make those evil creatures go.
I have monsters under my bed.
They whisper only bullshit in my ear.
Their voices are so quiet for others,
But so loud for me to hear.
I feel like losing my balance,
I will fall soon,
I wonder,did Lucifer
Have his inner demons,too.
I trust them,
And they say you'll leave.
It's like they want to kill.
But you caught my body,
You're the one with my soul's key.
With the color of my artery's blood
on your body,you said to me:
"Don't talk to monsters under your bed,
Cause they don't like us at all.
Sleep,I am here,my love.
They don't know what we know."
CuriosityThump.Curiosity3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned my head to the direction of the sound.
It's there, in the abandoned storage room.
Curiosity defeated fear. I stepped, listened closer. closer.
The decaying door, illuminated by the moon's light intensified the sound, the fear.
Beads of sweat formed in my forehead, flowed to my chin. I gulped. Slowly, steadily shaking, i placed my ear nearer the door's surface. I listened.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
With every beat of the sound, my heart responded in sync, it trembled louder.
Uncertain, but fear compelling me, I opened the door. I winced as the hinges creaked. Standing still, I stopped, then waited.
Light flooded the inside of the room.
Unable to move. Paralyzed, "I shouldn't have went too far." my mind was racing.
THUMP-- THUMP--- THUMP------------------. . . . . . . . . . . . .
The sound stopped. My curiosity finally snapped. I took a peek.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
There, in the floor, a girl in tat
You call it Judgement, We call it SinEmily needs the words to understand that she isn't being unreasonable. She just wants them to mean something and not be a string of words which flows into itself over and over again.You call it Judgement, We call it Sin2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She doesn't like her name either. Not because Emily isn't a pretty name but because she would rather be called something she feels like. (She has never quite forgiven her parents for choosing her name for her.) If she could, she would call herself Glass, because that is what she wakes up feeling like every morning. As if crystallised pieces of glass are edible and her insides tingle as she swallows them whole.
Emily lets the words call her names sometimes. She writes them on her knees so that she can remember them. Sometimes the words call her a whore, and sometimes stupid, and sometimes a loser and sometimes a tramp (She has never learnt that loving too much is a crime and boys with pretty eyes sometimes lie.). She sits in the bathroom with a pen the colour of blood and writes them carefully
AnorexiaShe was living inside meAnorexia9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, she spoke for me
She didn't want I eat
So, I didn't eat anymore
I lost, but nobody saw it
When I explained all to my friends
They helped me
Both of them particularly
I will never be able to thank them enough
Thanks to them, I'm fine now
My life is beautiful, even if...
Now she'll always be there, deep inside myself
The Birthday GiftShe cried quietly.The Birthday Gift3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tears streaming down her cheeks effortlessly.
Her hand numb from gripping the spoon,
the stew gone cold, mixing with the tears.
Biting her lips, she tasted blood.
Her heart shatters as she hears broken glass.
Her emotion falters as she hears shouts and curses, pleads and promises.
I wish i wasn't born in this world, in this family. She raged in her thoughts.
"If it weren't for that girl!" Her dad accused, pointing a finger, spitting froth.
Her mother retorts comforting words, promises that were soon to be broken. Bowing, kissing the dirty feet of her father.
And, the girl, struggling to hold back the emotion, seeing her mother in such state
threw the spoon,
the plates, the cake, the candle
ripped the gifts,
blames God, blames her parents, blames the world, blames herself for being alive, blames everyone.
"Just please stop it. Please." She whispered, her heart shouted.
She cried in the corner,
she cried herself to sleep,
she cried in her dream,
until now, she cries in
Freedom(Open-mindedness is not a power.)Freedom4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Hold up your hand.
Straighten it and make a fist. That arm is a solid structure, a column of cells, a staff.
It's simply a cylinder, and that is all.
(Open mindedness is not a force.)
Go up to a trashcan, place your hands on its side, and shove as hard as you can.
Try it. Watch the trashcan fly, its lid clanging open and its guts spilling over the pavement.
You did that. Notice the veins bulging from your arms.
Do you feel at peace?
(Open-mindedness is not a form of knowledge.)
These I know to be true: the sky is blue, blood is red, and the Earth is round.
"Do you deny sunsets, then? Do you expect only oxygen, and disregard calculus?"
i dont want to be wrong, its embarrassing
Now go outside.
Imagine yourself immersed in sky, wrapped in the great blue blanket.
There are thousands of clouds above you, some heavy with rain and others bursting with sunshine, and seagulls dip and dive around yo
My PhiliosophyGood is powerful;My Philiosophy1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
how to make me love you.tell me white lies-how to make me love you.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
allow me to trace the labyrinth
of your veins with my fingertips
and imagine your blood
is truly liquid
when we kiss, let me be
the first to pull away-
let me imagine that
if you had the time
you'd want to spend
the rest of your life
with your lips
if i cry, do not hold me-
let me get through my tears
on my own, so i can pretend
i do not need you to wipe them
away for me to survive;
i promise you i will always
come for you after i'm done,
like a child aching to be
should i grow up too fast
remind me of my dreams-
read me stories about Peter Pan,
and let me pretend that
we are the lost children.
let me soak my feet in
imagination, and come with me
to Never Never Land.
and when i tell you i hate you,
which with my temper, i know i
shall one day-
whisper to me gently,
"no you don't, love. you hate
spiders and ants
and sleeping on the left
side of the bed,
but you do not hate me."
because i could not hate you,
not for a year, or
Jealousy killsEvery time .Jealousy kills5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time she talks to you
I feel a stab of pain
Every time she smiles at you
My heart breaks
Everytime she hugs you
My soul turns fragile
Every time she's the one
I feel a little of myself float away
Every time you don't know
Because im such wimp
So I let the jealousy kill me
Slowly but surely
Picking at me from the inside
Like an injured organ slowly but painfully failing
Eating at my heart
Then my soul
Then my mind
Then lastly my body until its nothing but a lifeless empty shell of pain
always"it's permanent"always11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
i've learned to live with it
The UnderbrushThe Underbrush2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
whatever we are rots
those summer skies
rain passes us by
long past the point of having wept
still placing bets
up the marrow
we feel it close by
climbing the ladder
the other side
upwards on our blindside
we love the hate
nothing left in a graveyard
consequences no longer retain
keeps us sane
was to feel too much
hurt given forth
here we lay
pointing dull foils
beauty forgot us
leaving us to falter
sorely missing radiance of warmth
we long to be akin