Pounding Head And there was that pounding in his head again beating in his ears like a snare drum keeping the time for the army as lines of cadets marched in the rain, black leather boots crushing puddles to cobblestone and splashing water up like a miniature tsunami. A tsunami which would rise up and swell from the ocean, grabbing at the buildings and pulling them down greedily. Greedy the way the tax man ripped the poor man's home away, leaving him depressed and alone and beaten. Beaten the way the blond woman curled up on her bathroom floor with bruises on her face and arms was by her husband, the husband she can't leave because of some misguided and self-destructive sense of loyalty. Loyalty rooted in the confusion between love and terror, the loyalty felt by the boy who demands his kidnapper not be punished, and psychiatrists gravely announce has developed Stockholm syndrome, the way he falls asleep in her mother's arms, dreaming oPounding Head2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Going to Find Out - A short storyThirteen year old Emily Frank stood alone in her bedroom in darkness. The drapes were pulled closed over the window to block the night from looking in. A tear fell from her eye, rolled down her face and fell, fell, until it hit the carpet. She pulled out a letter from her pocket that she had written. She opened it, and read it. Immediately, she went to her desk and pulled out a pen, deciding she should write more. The pen waited over the paper but no words came from it. After a hesitation and a frustrated sigh, Emily put the pen down, re-folded the letter, and walked to her bed. It was perfectly made, which matched her perfectly clean room. Emily's childhood friends were neatly perched on her bed, watching her.I'm Going to Find Out - A short story1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"They'll never need to clean after me again." Emily whispered to them. She glanced from one stuffed animal to the other. They didn't respond.
"You know, I think you're the only ones who'll notice I'm gone." Her voice cracked with overwhelming sadness, and tears blurred her visio
Im Tired...im tired of being unlovedIm Tired...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
im tired of being unwanted
im tired of being treated poorly
im tired of being lied to
im tired of being confused
im tired of being used
im tired of being in pain
im tired of being misunderstood
im tired of being unhelpful
im tired of being something im not
im tired of being lonely
im tired of smiling all of the time
im tired of this world of hate
im tired of mean people
im tired of cruel love
im tired of going through it all everyday
im tired of crying
im tired of being afraid
im tired of being pushed away
im tired of being like this
im tired of being awake
im tired of being alive
im tired of everything
im tired...so let me sleep and die
I Love.....I love her beautiful brown eyes.I Love.....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love her funny laugh.
I love how she smells.
I love her interests.
I love her.
WolvesThe Howl The NightWolves10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Did Not Oppose
By Justin Borer
In the forest on this cold, misty, moonlit night.
Nature is calm and quiet with not a soul in sight.
The silence continues, nothing trying to fight.
Then moonlight shines through the trees.
The light continues to flow like a calm breeze.
Casting shadows upon the lonly leaves.
A branch snaps breaking the somber silence.
Something in the darkness moves showing its defiance.
The forest shifts reluctantly to this act of violence.
Through the shadow the moon helps soothe.
This figure has nothing to prove.
Steathy and strong it continued to move.
The figure emerged from the darkness to cast its own shadow.
Through its grey and black fur the wind does blow.
With its pointed ears every creature it does know.
The creature sat on the ground and looked at the starry sky.
He felt alone, that, no one could deny.
through its bluish-gray eyes it wondered why.
He looked up at the bright full moon.
He let out a howl and held its desperate tune.
..I never wanted to hurt anyone..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to, but I always
always end up meaning
way to much to them.
I warned you, didn't I?
I tried to tell you;
you'd only end up hurt.
nothing stays the same
everything has an end.
you're a fool, thinking this time would be
that I couldn't possibly hurt YOU
But darling darling
don't you don't you
DARE blame me.
it's not my fault.
ITS not MY fault.
So don't love me
don't need me.
You know,"You know, there's somebody up there."You know,5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We were in school then, and sometimes we'd just spend the summer nights lying on his roof and looking up at the planets and stars until we fell asleep in each other's arms. We'd lie there and sometimes he'd say, "You know, there's somebody up there." You mean aliens, I'd ask, you know, with the green skin and the U.F.O.s and the phasers and whatever else. He'd say no, silly, he didn't mean aliens, he meant God, and he'd laugh, you know, but it must have hurt him, me not knowing God and all that. He always went to church and he never swore and he never got drunk with the other guys and we didn't have sex. I asked him why, and he said it was because he loved God. Did he love God more than he loved me, I asked, and he didn't hesitate for long before he said "Yes." But you know, I liked him that way. I liked that he didn't try to touch me or ask if he could see me naked like the other guys would say to their girlfriends. I loved that he loved God more
I'm SorryI'm sorry I was such a choreI'm Sorry3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sorry I felt the need to explore
I'm sorry you trusted in me
I'm sorry I wasn't what you wanted me to be
I'm sorry I was wrong
I'm sorry it took me so damn long
I'm sorry you could never brag
I'm sorry you could only nag
I'm sorry I lied to your face
I'm sorry I couldn't fit in at that damn place
I'm sorry about my grades
I'm sorry about all those blades
I'm sorry I took advantage of you
I'm sorry my accomplishments are few
I'm sorry I was such a joke
I'm sorry I made you want to choke
I'm sorry I was never around
I'm sorry I could never be found
I'm sorry I didn't belong
I'm sorry had this prolonged
I'm sorry that it didn't show
But I was going through a lot you know
And nothing I've said to you is true
Because really, it was your fault too
So I'd say I'm sorry I got shot
But the truth is, I'm really not
Cause here I'm finally free
The one place I'm truly me
There's no need to wipe at tears you'll never shed
You've always known I'd be better
We call it...Burn my senses alive.We call it...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Attack my nose with sulfur.
Kill my lungs as I as I fight not to breath you in,
Shut my eyes and let out shakes breathes,
I can smell death, and I'm wrapped in an endless sadness.
Cling around me like the night's air.
Take me somewhere else from here.
Cold, endless like space.
No stars explode into super nova here.
Light is not cast upon me, as I am alone here.
But where is here?
Here is the thick smoke, attempt to sufficoate me.
Here is the grim reaper holding out his hand, pulling me into oblivion.
Here is darkness like no other.
We call it...
You'll always be mine ::SpainxReader:: [Part3][First part of the POV is Third Person]You'll always be mine ::SpainxReader:: [Part3]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Who’s that?” Little 3 year old [Name] asked
“Oh, this is my cousin visiting from Britain, his name is Arthur!”
Poor little [Name] didn’t have any cousins, she wished she did though.
“Hello! I’m [Name]!” She held out her hand to greet the boy
He looks at it then scoffs.
“Tsk, don’t talk to me, why do you hang out with such a girl like her?” He asked rudely
not caring about if she was there or not.
“Hey it’s not my fault! My parents forced me to hang out with the little brat!”
Sadly, the only person [Name] could hang out with was [Random girl’s name] because both
parents are acquainted with each other.
You were only 3 and they were both 8.
Tears form into her big (e/c) eyes.
“Look you made her cry you bloody bloke!”
“Hey won’t you stop crying! Geez!”
Of course there treatment didn’t exactly help and more tears floo
What if?If life as we know it ended today, would you fall to your knees and begin to pray?What if?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or try and make amends for sins of before, and hope it will lead you to heavens door.
Or would you act like you don't want to know, and hope it's all just a show?
Would you hold your love ones tight, or do something crazy on the last night?
But if it's going to end today, do you even have time to say,
Sorry for all your wrongs, or just tell them what you thought all along.
Even the ones who believed it was true, will be shocked that it actually came through.
So in the end there's not much to say, it's the end of the world.
Have a nice day.
Angelic mythswhen i was little, i always thought thatAngelic myths6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were supposed to shine
with light that came from some distant kingdom
that none has ever seen
they said you should have wings
snowy, white and feathered;
only the special ones may have more than two
offering protection within a downy shield
but I've grown up since that age of whispered stories
I've found that they were wrong
the light i see in you, glows brightly from inside
guiding me through this land of shadowed dark
not needing wings to lift me up,
always helping me to find my way back
to a smile. your kind words bring,
send, my ever falling heart into a world
I'm living like I'm dyingI am living like I am dyingI'm living like I'm dying7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am laughing like I am crying
I am letting go, like I am still trying
I am okay like I am not fine
I realize its all in the past like a feeling it could have last,
I think I have moved on like there is nowhere I belong,
Ive forgotten the meaning of a kiss, like it meant the taste of your lips
I think of sunshine, but I imagine an eclipse.
I know life will bring more, like leaving me behind a closed door,
I'll survive every pain, like dying every night was not a fun game,
I stay awake in sleep, like I have more promises to keep.
I believed every word you said, like beautiful lies didn't exist.
Heartache is only imaginary, like I'm begging for a cure,
its not like you're never happy again, like I can recall the last time I was,
it hurts but its not the end of the world, like there is more to lose?
life is not just about 'love', like love is all there is to life.
hear me...im screaminghear me...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so why cant you hear me
hear my silent screams
see my pleading eyes
feel these dry tears
why cant you sense my pain
my heart is broken
why cant you help me
you fail me
why do i put up with this
this piercing agony
this burning ache
this stabbing torture
why does no one help?!
My Sincerest ApologiesI'm sorry that I love youMy Sincerest Apologies7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry that I care
I'm sorry I think you're beautiful
No matter what you wear
I'm sorry I'm not smart
I never claimed to be
I'm sorry that I'm not for you
It makes me sorry that I'm me
I'm sorry that when I'm around you
I find it hard to speak
I'm sorry that when you talk to me
My knees start to get weak
I'm sorry that I want to wake up
with your small hand clasped in mine
I want it so bad that it hurts inside
I'm sorry I pretend I'm fine
I'm sorry that I lie to you
when the truth is hard to take
I'm sorry I want to protect you
so your precious heart won't break
I'm sorry that you're the only one
that warms my broken heart
I'm sorry that when you're away from me
My world just falls apart
I'm sorry you don't love me
I'm sorry you can't see
that sometime in the future
you'll regret not having me
I'm sorry I wrote this poem for you
And I'm sorry its all true
But I mostly regret to say
that life means nothing without you
The Puppeteer.It is not the puppet I fearThe Puppeteer.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It is the puppeteer.
For the puppet may prance
engage in romance
but his strings are pulled
until the puppeteer's dance is done.
Days Don't DieDays Dont DieDays Don't Die5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ive heard others
comment about the dying day,
but I disagree.
How can it be dying,
when I still feel its warmth
touching the grass where I lay
and touching my entire being?
Eventually night will wrap me in its
but I fear not the dark
or its creatures.
My cautious steps have brought me this far.
To this place where I know
Where I stand
wondering if anyone will come along
and in kindness pause long enough.
Yet, I am not sad
because I believe
that one day I will meet someone
who will once again show me
that I am capable of
It is just that the journey is long
but what journey that has
Tales of old dont speak
of one day adventures
where the hero has instant success;
its all a process.
Its those who can withstand the process
that are the true heroes,
however, I dont believe
that my story will be one heroic
or for ages to come.
Few will know my name or tell my tale.
Once Again EpilogueOnce Again Epilogue2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's funny how
The walk of life
Can take you down
Without a fight
The Avengers had been on Asgard for three days. Huge parties had been thrown, after giving everyone tremendously satisfying scares one by one - Tony had quite a good collection of gifs by the end of the day.
Frankly, the genius billionaire philanthropist thought as he recognized the smug look on Loki's face as everyone fussed over him, it didn't seem like a good idea to give Loki so much attention. He'd tried to blow up a planet, and that was before he gotten a taste attention. Tony shuddered to think what he would do next.
Thor was not wrong about Asgard, the place had food and mead that would put any place on Earth to shame, and the parties were wilder than Tony's, which was to say something.
Still, Earth needed superheroes, and they had to return eventually. The Allfather threw one last feast, the morning the Avengers would leave. Not the whole kingdom was invited this time, just the Ave
Gummy Bears - (AmericaXReader)Gummy Bears - (AmericaXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were taking some notes of the lesson you were attending, making sure everything was right and that you understood perfectly. Not only the lesson was interesting, but having exams this year was pressing you to death.
Sometimes you would stole one or two glances at the guy next to you: it was a loud American that surely managed to caught your eye, and it wasn’t an easy thing to do.
In fact, you were well-known for your heartbreaker reputation. Not because you loved to see people suffering or something, it was just that... no one suited you well.
However, that one American really was something you’ve never seen before. Sometimes he would play with the cell he was hiding in the suitcase, sometimes he would nod at the prof like if he was really listening to him. Funny thing he would even ask something, like “is that a 3?”
Noticed you started to glance at him too much, you returned your attention at the lesson and took some more notes.
Anyways, what would the boy
I Drew Your Face on the Wall I Drew your face on the wall,I Drew Your Face on the Wall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two Cold eyes..
Raised curly lashes..
A Roman nose..
A non-existent upper lip,
Long, slender neck..
.. dripped-dry hair clinging to your face.
The way you stared at me for hours,
It blew life back in me,
You were all quiet,
Were you too shy to say you missed me?
Maybe you were too ashamed to look me in the eye,
and say that you Love me?
Today, Ill make you listen,
Listen to what I say,
Ill hold your hand and take your breath away.
Ill run my fingers through your hair,
Ill make all your fears disappear.
Ill show you the curves in velvet,
No MoRe Tears, No MoRe SorroWNo MoRe TeaRs, No MoRe SoRRow..No MoRe Tears, No MoRe SorroW7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I wish my Life would end before tomorrow..
Who said I could live this life without you...
Even God knew without you I'd be grey morrow..
I didnt picture me to be the guy outside your window...
I didn't imagine you to be a girl who cried herself to sleep..
our world was so pure, so perfect
My heart and I have been talking about you...
How now I wish I should have stolen more seconds with you..
You were a part of me, you completed me..
you gave me strength to stand up tall and survive alone..
Now I am too weak and alone...
I don't shiver the coldest rain.. I stare the sun in vain..
I numb myself to pain .. I wish you'd come and make me whole again..
You were the answer to my prayers, the reward from heavens.
Now I am an ocean of sorrow, giving up tomorrow.
Goodbye from my heart and I, for we have decided, It's time to die.
Life is but a string of breathsLife is but a string of breathsLife is but a string of breaths1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Woven over time.
Some are short and broken,
Some dazzling and fine.
Each moment is unique and new,
Though some should be forgotten.
And every strand of memory
Should be treasured, never trodden.
When Talking To DragonsWhen in the presence of a dragon...When Talking To Dragons2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You must stay calm,
and let your fears wave away.
Like the gentle pull of the ocean.
They look down on you with slender eyes.
Judging your every breath.
As you shallowly take in your gasps,
like quick streams of water rushing down a steep hill.
When speaking to dragons...
You must be brave.
Act with confidence that your words speak well,
and go without vexation or indignation
For a wrong word could mean termination.
They will listen to what you have to say
with the ears of a thousand mocking birds.
Until of course you speak astray,
and the rest is left to their flaming breath
When listening to dragons...
You must behave.
Allow them their prudence and wisdom,
for dragons are the perfect beings.
And they know all.
Why do you wish, oh young one, to consult the dragons?
Is it because your lost is a world without paths?
A world so dark and without any maps?
Does the life you live serve you no happiness?
Is it your own kind to blame?
The ones w