Let's play Dress UpLet’s play Dress UpLet's play Dress Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I’ll play as someone Happy
Let’s dress Up
And let this all… wash down.
Let’s make it Halloween today!
Let’s, you and me, switch roles.
Stop smiling like you know what I’m about to do,
You shouldn’t be happy you know.
It’s your job to stay inside and be sad,
I’ll play you, today.
Don’t let anyone see you!
There can’t be two of us, of you, of me.
While I’m you,
You have to make sure no one sees you.
Don’t peek out of the windows, okay?
If you accidentally show yourself, I won’t forgive you.
A game isn’t fun if you can’t follow the rules.
Life’s a game y’know?
Just stay inside and try to not make a sound,
I can still hear you,
Don’t do that.
I’ll be back,
Just let me enjoy myself
Or at least pretend to.
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey! That’s not fair, get
First LoveFirst Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rudolph shut his computer down and gathered his stuff. He was about middle height and nearly 56 years old. The hair on his head had started to thin out already.
Rudolph sighed. Another boring day at work done. I hope it doesnt take me too long to get home.
Every morning and every evening Rudolph had to take a forty minutes train trip to get to work or back home again. And even though he actually hated those trips, he would never think about moving into the city closer to work.
The small village he, and his wife Martha, lived in was a heaven of peace and calmness, where he could relax from his work. That was worth more than saving some time on traveling to work.
When he arrived at the train station, he noticed that a large crowd had gathered on the platform. Rudolph walked to an information desk and asked the lady what was going on.
Im sorry sir, but the train had an accident further down the railway. Luckily no one was hurt, but Im afraid
Forget me notLife has become a dead weight;Forget me not3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is Love? When all is Hate.
What once was a peaceful dream so
Lucid, so daring, so bold!
Now but remnants of a past-to-be-forgotten, I’m told.
As a child, I knew not of you,
What was false, or on the other hand, true
As eyes turn on me, cold,
You alone take me in your arms and hold
On to what is left of a little girl who never made it out
Of that dream to be forgotten.
I thought things were forever
Dare I say anything could die, for that was never.
But life is a funny thing, you know?
You believe so strongly in Now that when you look back..
Now was only Then and then you thought things were perfect
But as it passed, your view collapses. It shatters. Like a cracked window,
The view you saw, now distorted. Contorted. Deformed. Horrific.
I still believe in you. Even though all that has come to past has been nothing but true
And true it is, true with all the evil life could do
Though I look at you now, through seemingly flawless
LifePassion.Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you do something because your gut tells you to
When you do something for the love of doing it
When you do something with no monetary goals.
is When it doesn’t matter how many times you talk to someone,
Every time you do it again, it’s a new, exciting, experience
When you do your job without ever having to work
When you can look in the mirror and feel pride without vanity
When a smile is on your face and you don’t know how it got there.
The state of being when you
do what you Love, and Love what you Do;
have Love and Passion
Love and Lust: Chapter 1The way he tossed his golden-blonde hair to the side and theLove and Lust: Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
gleam in his perfect, gray eyes. He knew what I desired for when he looked at
me. I knew he knew.
The way his tan, lean, strong body glowed under the sun.
The half smile he had plastered on his mouth.
The slight mischief playing in the light of his face.
With but the slightest of a wink, he had me and I felt my
legs grow weak.
I was nudged back into reality by Josh, my best friend of 7
years now ever since I first spilled that chocolate milk all over his white tee
back in 8th grade. We still joke about how his shirt still smells
As I was snapping out of my dreamy state, I see a slight
eyebrow raise and that oh so perfected, closed in face.
“What?,” I flash a quick smile at him, “Taylor’s hot.” Another
I shoved his chest with both hands and threw back my head,
laughing, “You know you want a bromance with him!”
At that, he laughs too and we walk to the table we a
Smile for me, for youHello againSmile for me, for you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, not who you were expecting,
But look, I'm smiling, for me
I'm no one pretty, I'm sorry
my smile turns others down
and what sad face I have- they say
Until now it never bothered me- not too much!
But hello again,
I haven't seen you in what seems like an eternity
Do you remember?
We used to sit over there- that's right!
That patch of grass and wildflower, the
swing set we'd sit on at night as children,
looking up to the stars- we'd talk about
how one day when we'd fall asleep forever, we'd be among those too.
I would be a star smaller than yours but we'd be stars together, and
you and I would have our special place, in the sky.
But hello again, hello.
I see you're happy, with her. Not me.
And hello again, why don't you look at me
like you used to?
Like you.. used to.
We'd talk about a family and children- when we were children!
But of course we knew nothing of what or how it actually-
Oh I apologize, I see now why you le
Light in the DarknessLight in the Darkness4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The books were piled high on the desk, tucked deep in the recesses of the Archive's library. There were no candles allowed this close to such precious works, so the words had to be revealed with a special light. It was a small glass ball, emanating a honeyed glow like that of a candle. Muted, small, and unobtrusive. This light didn't flicker.
One of the students, an Apprentice, dropped another arm-load of books on his desk. The impact sent up a plume of dust that had settled on the shelf nearby. He destroyed the sanctum silence with a fit of coughing. A murmured curse and he claimed a seat, pulling open a weathered book. Strangely, the cover retained some of its former glory. White leather, as supple as the day it was made, had been torn and stained in some places. Still soft but tarnished. Bruised and abused. Like many old tomes, this one had made quite a journey until it was in the care of the Archivists.
This student eyed the cover, then the spine. Another curse. There wa
Set Your Teeth Into The StarsDo you know who you are?Set Your Teeth Into The Stars10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You are a story.
You are a myth.
You are flesh and clay and half-woven threads
lying in your hands and
writhing to be some art piece to form into.
You are living and unstable
and there is little in this world
that is more beautiful
than the unlit roman candles of your eyes.
I can see a bright visceral terribleness
living in the shadows of your insides,
clawing at you from your past
and I see you clawing right back.
Set your teeth into the stars.
Stand before the godheads, unashamed and unafraid.
You are a story
So rich and preternatural that if set in ink
you would startle with every page.
Do not fear the quiet, the gentle unknown.
In death, you would resound.
Your atoms drifting apart
and pouring into the hidden veins
and capillaries of dark matter,
repairing this sundered universe.
the rainfall kidshe always loved the sting of grapefruitthe rainfall kid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the way the winter air kissed her skin,
leaving it pink and raw and sensitive to the touch
like the heart she tried so hard to hide.
but she never grew up, not really.
she always belonged to the rain
and never stayed in one place for too long.
she was afraid her stupid heart might dig in,
leave its roots in the people and then
it would rip and tear when she up and left.
and she never accepted the fact that
she did indeed have a heart.
she tried so hard to be hollow and
let the winter rain chill her skin and
soak into her bones so that she, too,
might be just as cold.
so she stopped believing in sunshine.
she accepted the title of rainfall kid,
and lived with thunder in her chest.
Warrior Cats CONTEST + Expert from WC: SG :3(CONTEST IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE- PLEASE READ~! ^w^)Warrior Cats CONTEST + Expert from WC: SG :33 years ago in Romance More Like This
A pale brown tom padded throughout the forest, where huge pine trees towered over all other creatures, they`re huge roots reaching into the ground like arms and then wrapping around all of the other green vegetation around it.
The pale brown tom was small, miniscule compared to his surroundings; although, if you looked closer, his round face was cupped with the edge of youth, his bright blue eyes glinting with happiness and amusement, even though he seemed to be going throughout his everyday duties.
He paused in a patch of stray sunlight, the line of ginger that traced along his spine to his nose showing prominently as he yawned and stretched. Dropping the squirrel he held in his jaws gently on the ground, he licked his paw and drew it across his face, cleaning his whiskers.
A giggle high above him made him look up.
High above his ears stood a even smaller black she-cat, who sat perched on
a love poem to a slam poetyou are in my throat,a love poem to a slam poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
curled up like an angry breath.
when i fell into you,
you were looking the other way;
when i fell in love
with the straight line of your nose,
you were looking down at scribbles on paper.
you are at the back of my mouth,
drilling lines of prose,
sucking in my breath to fuel
your succinct soliloquies.
you look up as you walk
while i tend to look down,
and we pass by each other
as parallel lines.
i can feel you pacing the lengths
of my sensitive lungs,
hear the echoes as you
repeat repeat repeat
and feel the wind stir within me
as you practice swooping gestures.
your weapon is your voice,
your artillery your wit,
your kills come when you stand
to attention and still heartbeats
with your diction
and then in the subsequent silence
come and sit back down next to me,
a tremor in your fingertips
that i can feel mirrored in my pulse.
Too Gay?I've been seeing quite a few people condemning gay folks for being "too open", trying to shove gayness in peoples' faces, and making gayness their defining characteristic. I can't speak for all gay people, but I have just a few things to say about this.Too Gay?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
First, how can someone be too open or too forward about who they are? After all, being gay is nothing to be ashamed of. Our society has moved past that archaic idea. Thus, there is no reason should we feel we have to be careful and discreet about how much we reveal about our sexuality. I don't introduce myself with "hi, I'm Anna and I'm gay," but when conversations on relationships, politics, gay rights, or my significant other come up, I'm not shy about saying that I am a lesbian. If that offends you, the fault is yours, not mine.
Secondly, many people misinterpret normal behaviors as being innately gay. I've known straight men that have many stereotypically gay mannerisms and many straight wom
dinner for two.i keep Chinese fortunesdinner for two.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your hope
folded up in my pocket,
hand-in-hand with the worst things
Rose Scented Ashes III - SchoolFast forward a few years...Rose Scented Ashes III - School3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Daniel was now about four, five years old, and getting ready for his first day of school, of Kindergarten. His mother had recently suffered another bout of infuriation toward Valance, who had made one remark about "What happens if the other children find out Daniel's partly plant?" Apparently, she had assumed he meant to reveal it to the other kids, and instantly snapped, chucking a vase at his head, and - thankfully - missing.
Suppose she really didn't want me to have any part in his life, Valance thought as he leaned back in the chair at his desk, reading by the sunlight, slate-violet eyes not really seeing the words on the page in front of him. Not beyond giving him a name - which she has probably already claimed as something she thought of anyway. No, not probably, he already knew as much from the whisperings he tuned in on.
As he listened to the tumult outside of his door, of the babysitter attempting to get the rowdy young c
shutup.it's funnyshutup.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because all she'll ever be
is a mess of watercolors
on black canvas;
and i will never apologize
sex is candy and i am diabetic.i curse yousex is candy and i am diabetic.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for all of your
heavy hands in the dark,
and all the times you told me
"it's okay, it's okay",
because, god dammit, it was never
okay. and you
are the reason
that i cannot bring myself
to writing a scene where a girl
loses her virginity
because you took that from me
like it was pocket change.