LonelinessDean tightened his red-black striped tie and smoothed out his white button up shirt inside the elevator. He had almost a dozen of that same shirt at home and wore them to work every day, despite having many shirts to choose from, ranging from party shirts he had never worn to graphic tees that he lounged around in. His body looked like it was stuck in high school with his boyish face, puny frame and black hair that revealed a dark brown sheen when the sunlight hit it. He easily looked like he belonged in an office job, or playing D&D. He fit perfectly inside the role society had placed him in. Well except with D&D, he never understood the appeal of that. Dungeon Lords was more up Dean’s alley. Dungeon Lords was easier to understand and didn’t require the participants to be Lord-of-the-Geeks. Anyone who liked board games could enjoy that one.Loneliness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The elevator chimed right before opening. The office looked the same as ever. Cubicles were jammed against one another, packin
I couldn't like herIt couldn’t be, for you seeI couldn't like her2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It would only end in tragedy
If I tried to swoon
I would look like a buffoon
I’m a goof, not one of the aloof
If I tried in her mind I would go poof
I would lose what we have and I treasure that dearly
The problem is I see her too clearly
Once I saw her shine I knew she'd never be mine
That she sees me as swine
I’ll just stand last in line and after her I will pine
Unable to cope, I mope; thinking that I am such a dope
That for me there is no hope
I’ll never get to hold her hand
I’ll never give her a forever band
Or take her to another land
She will never stand next to me in a dress
Her skin I will not get to caress
And her hair I will never see in its morning mess
I’ll never tell her about how wonderful things went today
She’ll never want to hear what I have to say
I’ll just let this little crush decay
I won’t let her see my heart; I won’t let my feelings show
She’s up on her pedestal, lookin
JapanikStrahlende AussichtJapanik4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
für das Volk ohne Zukunft,
löst Japanik aus.
Lovely WordsLOVELovely Words2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love is always smiling and glowing in your face,
It will never become out of place.
Warm and huggable like a fluffy teddy on your depressing nights,
Love has brighter colours than the northern lights.
The last piece of the puzzle of your uncompleted life,
Something that won’t stab you in the back with a downright knife.
In almost every song and easy to find one for you,
It looks best in every angle of view.
Love is a simple word until somebody comes along and gives it a meaning.
Tell Me ThisOh, so you're not thin?Tell Me This2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me how you're ugly.
Oh, so your hair doesn't look good everyday?
Tell me whose does.
Oh, so you make mistakes?
Tell me who doesn't.
Oh, so you're not a model?
Tell me what the definition of beauty is.
Oh, so you aren't normal?
Tell me what "normal" is.
Oh, so you aren't good enough?
Tell me why.
Because there isn't a standard you need to reach to be yourself.
LabelsAttention seeker?Labels2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
4:00 Insomnia4:00 Insomnia4:00 Insomnia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bedded by insomnia
Sight, barbed by black
It is the same dream,
The fantasia breaks in
My head, splinter
Of light bulb ashes
Only the cerebral
It is not a form.
A half pence
Tin, and broken
Oily and screeching
Yet no sound is made.
A waking vision
I cannot wield
That narcoleptic need
s o u
.:Incredible:. - Maximum RideIncredible..:Incredible:. - Maximum Ride7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thats the one word I can use to describe the feeling I get when Im flying, soaring, through the air.
It didnt really matter when or where I was flying, as long as there were no Erasers shooting steel bullets up at me. When its just me and the sky, I feel as if I could just keep on going forever. Or at least I wish I could. I know Id have to eat at some point, and some sleep would be necessary.
But right now, I didnt need anything to keep me going. The flock and I had recently eaten, right after we had awoken. We had decided that today would be the day that we would find The Institute. Fang and I had taken to the sky, unsure of what direction start our search. Back in the city, we had left poor Iggy to handle our four younger members. I cant recall why we had done that, but its how it worked out.
After about an hour of flying, I began to worry. Fang and I had no luck so far with our search, and I wasnt completely sure about the
Time's Great HuntTime's Great Hunt3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If time is a forest,
Both endless, and dark,
with diverging pathways,
drawn in leaf and bark,
And within this forest,
I'm told I will see,
a place for the two of us,
just you and me.
And so here I am searching,
through the infinite wood,
Some say I should give up,
But I never could.
For it's for you that I'm living,
For you that I'm here.
I'll find a place for us.
The future is clear.
Katara's InboxFrom: email@example.comKatara's Inbox6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you want to go get a smoothie at 5? See you there!
Subject: The Whereabouts of the Avatar
I demand that you reply to me the whereabouts of the Avatar.
Just to let you know I invited the Gaang to come over at 2. Aang said something about you and him going to get a smoothie at 5. Can Suki and I come?
From: firstname.lastname@example.org,email@example.com, and firstname.lastname@example.org
Subject: GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY ZUKO! (or Lee)
Whatever your name is,
Don't EVER touch my Zuko (or Lee) EVER again, or
A Slow Drive through YosemiteA Slow Drive through Yosemite3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why people mix stimulants with depressants
I don't know, but it's appealing
when you pull out your flask
and top off your coffee.
You always said milk was a poor substitute
when you could pour 90 proof
and start your day off
on a foot you forgot you had.
You'd never set foot in a coffeehouse though.
No, those feet were preserved for sticking out windows
while your knees made an easel
on which you'd rest some admixture of hand and canvass.
"Drink and drive," you'd say, "It's okay"
because it made you see the Fall trees
like a cluster of red and purple paintbrushes
pushing up out of a cupped valley.
And you knew I always wanted to paint
like you, or the likeness of you,
but I couldn't bear to be you, and
I could never hold down a mixed drink,
much less paint trees with tips like paintbrushes
while sipping in the passenger seat.
Eternal SleepA sirens song,Eternal Sleep2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Calls my name,
Sorrowful and beautiful,
Filled with pain,
The call of death,
Promises of peace,
An eternal one,
Of endless sleep.
Her open arms,
Hold me close,
As the coldness
Of death takes hold
Numbing and frozen
As the pain eases away
I close my eyes
And with my last breath
Say your name....
On December 8th...Just an ordinary guy from Liverpool who,On December 8th...3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Overcame hardship to become one of the most gifted and respected musicians in the 20th century.
Hot tempered, indeed he could've been at times but,
Nevertheless, he did so much good in this world
'Love is all you need' he sang
Everyone should give peace a chance. His words will
Never be forgotten. His words were beautiful but
Now he is unfortunatley gone.
On this day, all of his fans weep for his loss, but he will
Never be lost in our hearts
-- Forgiveness --Motionless without a heartbeat-- Forgiveness --6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They say she was dead anyways
Even before they could've
Done anything to save her life
The paramedics declared her dead
When they arrived on the scene
Her eyes wide open
Filled with unshed tears
They say it was an overdose
But they won't say of what
Nobody cares to say anything
About this very grave matter
Whispers pass on the breeze
Asking about the reasons why
Wondering how it happened
Spreading lies and rumors
Nobody will ever know
Why she had to die this day
Or why she left her scars for
Everyone else to hold
It wasn't supposed to
Have been this way
But it was in the end
And everyone can only close their eyes
Her friends all stand in silence
Some farther in the background
The ones who know they are to blame
For the fatal ending of her life
Every ending is a beginning
She used to say with a smile
And every beginning never has an end
It goes in circles and circles never end
That was how it was supposed to be
The circle of her life continuing along
RemoverRemover2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollections had portions of impurity here and there. She wouldn't allow that, and began rubbing with furious abandon. There could not be a single mistake, not a lone wound, every hint of imperfection had to disappear ...
Her neighbor would make a visit later. No one answered the door.
Sokka's InboxFrom: email@example.comSokka's Inbox5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Just to let you know, Yue, and Suki are coming over tomorrow at 1:30. They want to know who you like better. lol
Can you ask Katara if she will go out with me? Also, Momo misses you.
Subject: Hey there!
This message is from Ty-Lee:
Hey there, big strong guy... You know, if you're ever available, just call me!
Subject: ^ ^
Sokka, my good pal,
Could you get Katara to go out with me?
Daleks are now red, the Tardis is BlueDaleks are now red, the Tardis is blueDaleks are now red, the Tardis is Blue2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Apidose are cute and so are you
I watch you walk, the way you stroll
You’ve walked out of the library and into my soul
You may still be a stranger but stranger still
Is the fact that I could see us together
We would never leave each other’s side, no matter the weather
Laying there as the dawn light streams in through the window sill
I could see it, me and you
If you could see it please tell me too
Metamorphosis Chapter 5. The HeatMetamorphosis Chapter 5. The Heat2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What do you mean I don't get it?"
"I think...I think I brought you here."
I was stunned. D-did he really? How? My heart swelled with joy. I mean...how was that even possible?
"W-what do you mean?"
"On the night of the day you say you came to this world I wished I had someone who cared about me and like me for who I am."
Could it be that...
"Could you reformulate word by word?"
I noticed a slight shade of pink appear on his cheeks.
"I wish I would meet someone who would love me for who I am."
"I...I h-heard that when I fell asleep in my room in my u-universe."
"So...it really must be you..."
"I think this is happening too quickly...I came here three days ago and you already know I love you...It's too sudden...I need time. This isn't right."
"You don't know how much I waited to find my special someone...You have no idea..."
"I-I wanted that too...but..."
"But what? You're giving up now?"
"Of course not. The thing is you don't know anything about me."
"That can be solved. Go out with me.
Inner DemonsInner Demons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praying for the prey
A saint so blissful
Don't let the old scars awake
A storm of rage comes my way
Idle hands yearn to be unfaithful
Even the heavens won't feel safe
I am my greatest fear
I am my own worst enemy
The glares I give myself are fierce
I barely hold onto this false harmony
My twisted thoughts flicker / The acts of a sinner
The silence of a confessor / A secret held forever
The madness took over / Becoming hell's harbinger
I am the lawless; I am executioner / This is my will; this is my terror
I hated my own reflection
Knowing the truth behind the lie
I destroyed my own protection
I tore down the walls in my mind
The light has darkened
A past so painful
Forcing fury to descend
No more trespasses to repent
I am the child who became spiteful
I have been devoured by my inner demons
SmilesA smileSmiles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A small thing to express joy
At least that's what it was intended to be
But smiles have evolved
They are no longer expressions
They are tools.
Tools to hide pain and heart ache
Tools to fool people
Tools to fool yourself
Tools to show people you are fine.
We've distorted the lines so much,
Most can't truly smile.
And I am the worst offender
It's what I was taught.
It's how I was raised.
Never let them see,
Hide behind a smile.
I can laugh for days without a reason
Because that was what I had to do
That was what I was taught.
People hardly notice
The words disgust me.
It is no longer a smile
No longer MY smile
I wonder sometimes
If I ever even had one
I know I must have
It's not something you falsify at first
But I can't remember
To fool people
To fool ourselves
To show we're okay
When we are anything but.
AsylumWho are you?Asylum2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you?
What... are you?
The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Who are you?
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.
Where are you?
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.
What are you?
Blood, scars, wounds.
All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
I'm sorry, Earth.I'm sorry, Earth.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's been awhile since we last conversed.
And hey, you look different.
A little ill but very sickened.
I am here to give you a rightful apology.
Let me say sorry about our human qualities.
If we can go back to the beginning, that's where I can start.
I can then explain the horrible terror, watching you fall apart.
First the Model-T gave us pollution.
But to us that needed no quick solution.
And we continued to build higher and higher.
Not caring at all about your earthly desires.
Cities grew, and smog formed.
Tainting the atmosphere forevermore.
With the pollution our ignorance grew.
We pushed it away pretending we had no clue.
Trash spilled into the ocean.
Oil spills caused a quick commotion.
Still we had no clue.
So we say, but you know we knew.
Then a savior, Mr. Al gore.
He presents the problems in power point form.
The audience gasped, and swear to change.
But years later, what have we gained?
Millions of cars still on the street.
And fumes esc