this is our burdenmy soul song is the
tea kettles whistle
it expells steam like spirits
and we all wish
we could banish our demons
these walls are held up
by kind ghosts and curious ghosts
they make a house a home
if you let them
why do you think
the sight of a newly vacant lot
is more sorrowful than
the childrens vacant eyes?
we all carry water vapor inside us,
things that tie us down
to this concrete ground
but we are not tea kettles
and my lips
cannot form the whistle-notes
to expel ghosts
so i carry them
we carry them
Friend Zone.Friend Zone.Friend Zone.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just can never seem to get it right.
How can she say that I am not her type?
After the constant phone calls and the facebook messages
And listening to you talk about all of your annoying relatives.
I thought that you and I could’ve been something.
I know now you think all guys are just after one thing.
Especially after the last guy and what he did to you
And I thought since I was the person you came running to.
That maybe, eventually there could be something between us
And you would believe me when I say I am not thinking of my penis.
When I say I long to hear your voice, even if it's only for a little while
And I love the way your delicate dimples develop whenever you smile.
I even love the way you chew your nails wildly whenever you’re nervous.
So when my suppressed feelings for you begin to pierce through the surface
And I confess all of the affection held captive in my chest.
You say that you love me but you can only see me as a best...
This where the mem
Smile, DarlingHey there.Smile, Darling2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Yes, you over there.
Has anyone told you lately that you look great?
Yes, with your morning hair. Your “chopstick” limbs. Those things you call fat. Your skin with all the blemishes which make you shine brighter. Your eyes which shine like the stars.
I want to say that you look beautiful, and that you shouldn’t worry about what you look like.
What do you mean you’re a terrible person?
Oh, is it because of the intense jealousy for those who have things you don’t have?
Or maybe because you feel immensely insecure of your wonderful self? Or maybe because you take out that anger and sadness on something? Or is it because you’ve only been getting negative feedback from others? Is it because you can’t fulfill your own duties?
Here’s one thing I should tell you, darling.
Put down that blade.
Throw those pills down the sink.
Drop that bottle of liquor you’ve got there.
Let those tears fall.
HindsightNo one ever calls me. They text, they email, they leave notes. Calling is a very unreliable way to get in touch with me; I normally will not answer. It's nerve-wracking, carrying on a conversation with someone whose face you cannot see. Things can be misunderstood, and feelings can be hurt if you aren't careful.Hindsight4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is why I ignored the insistent buzz of my cell phone as I sat in that dim little café. The place wasn't the easiest to find, and the coffee could get a little expensive, but it was good enough that the price was justified. It was a nice place to relax, and that's why I refused to pick up the phone. Usually I turn it off completely; I don't know why I didn't that day.
But the buzzing continued, and after the third round I started thinking that it might just be easier to simply pick up. With a heavy, exaggerated sigh, I yanked my coat off the seat and rummaged through the pockets. A quick glance at the screen told me it was my best friend, Julie, and I almost changed my
Ode to the NovelYou thirstOde to the Novel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the completion.
only the clots of ink
will satisfy you.
You crack its spine, relishing
in its dusty, primal scent,
its papery flesh.
over your hands, congealed
already. You eat.
Gorged on imagination,
you drain the dregs,
You fold away
the words, saving
some for later.
You stroke it,
The track marks
reach your mind.
Recycled. Apparently dumpstersRecycled.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warm to you
(Only at 3am when
they're full of
Put my junk in there?
I was going to but-
It's full of garbage anyway.
Monsieur Charlatan - The novelMonsieur Charlatan - The novel2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Central Paris; April, 1931.
As the mid-morning sun climbed high into the spring sky above the Parisian cityscape; from within the apartment of a building to which the curtains were all tightly drawn, a song by Lucienne Boyer could be heard playing on a gramophone.
“Parlez-moi d'amour, Redites-moi des choses tenders, Votre beau discours, Mon cœur n'est pas las de l'entendre, Pourvu que toujours, Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes, Je vous aime”
Sucking on the dying embers of his twelfth cigarette in the past hour, Isidore Charlatan; once a noted Private Detective of some repute, was standing alone in his salon wearing the same shirt and trousers he had changed into several days ago. He was drunk. He remembered the last time he felt this drunk; yesterday and the day before that and the day before th
CIAA -- Prolgue --Kigo fic--CIAA -- Prolgue --Kigo fic--5 years ago in Romance More Like This
BEWARE: KIGO WARNING
Caught in an Abyss
Fic Info and Updates:
Hey all. As a disclaimer, as always, I do not own any of these characters; they all belong to their respected creators who work for Disney. This will be the second Kim Possible fic that I write that actually has chapters. lol My first one was pretty well received for the most part. =3 I got a lot of good reviews. So, this time I will attempt to do something a little bit different. If there is another fan fiction that resembles this one, please don't flame me. I haven't read that many fics and I don't mean to steal anyone else's ideas
Anyway, this is just the prologue. It's supposed to be short and I know it seems to go by quickly but that's because I started in the middle of something. lol This time I'm going for something a little different than the last one that I wrote. It will probably seem a little cliché and over done in some areas, but oh well. Let's see how Shego deals with being out o
hope is in all of us.i want to shed this snake skinhope is in all of us.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
over and over until
i am raw, and new, and alive again.
i want to sew my eyes shut
and be blind until
there is something worth seeing.
i want to hibernate through this era
and stay asleep until
the next ice age comes
and the slate of this planet
has been wiped clean,
i want to begin again,
i want to change,
i want to transform into something
that can survive her own mind.
i want to escape,
i want to run away,
i want to create something new.
i want to be found in every lonely soul-mate,
in every last goodbye,
in every broken home,
in every single person,
under 'new-found hope.'
KiGo Color of Love 3"Oh Firefly do you have to leave so soon" Shego's mother said to Shego holding her tight.KiGo Color of Love 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Moooom . . . Not in front of Kimmie" Shego whined like a child.
"Oh yes. Sorry Ms. Possible, I just don't see my daughter that much, so it is painful for me to see her go so soon" Ms. Go explained, wiping the tears from he eyes.
"No big . . . I just hope my parents are as understanding as you are" Kim replied clutching her side.
"I knew for a while that my little Firefly had her eye on you. She called one day and said she had met someone that had changed her life. And I knew that she was in love" Ms. Go elaborated.
"Then you weren't freaked out when she told you she was a lesbian" Kim asked.
"I was at first, but it subsided when I saw how much she cared for you" Ms. Go said.
"Come on Kimmie, we have to go now or we are going to miss our flight" Shego said as she pulled Kim with her.
"It was lovely meeting you Kimberly, come visit more often" Ms. Go cried out as Kim and Shego flew out the door.
you didn't listen when i saidthe thunder is an earthquake,you didn't listen when i said3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waking my bones, waking my blood,
waking me up like a bump in the night.
i want to say
this is for everyone who has realized that
humans are just fragments of regret and hope
but it is more for you than anyone else.
and it is so easy to fall apart without you
but i am holding on and
i'll be okay. i'll be fine.
StuckImagine there's a girl that you've known for a little while.Stuck2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's cute, and bubbly, and you genuinely enjoy hearing about her day.
You see her more and more now, and you become friends.
She compliments you and you feel all gooey inside.
That's when you realize you might have feelings for her,
And you don't want to, because you're friends now.
But you can't help it.
When you see her, you just can't stop that dumb grin that plasters your face,
Smiling helplessly and staring at her,
Because each time you catch a glimpse of her,
She's suddenly the most beautiful person you've ever met.
And when she asks for a piggy back ride for the third time that day, you of course oblige,
But you know you're just sinking in quicksand.
And when she sits on your lap or leans her head on your shoulder,
You know you're almost under.
And when she begs you to hold her,
You hug her from behind with your hands clasped over her stomach,
And her hands holding yours.
Right then, you can't help but notice how
Self-InflictedSelf-InflictedSelf-Inflicted2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just hate myself.
I hate the life that I lead.
I hate the things that I've done.
I keep trying to figure out.
Where it is exactly that I went wrong.
No matter how hard I try to evade
And blame others for my actions.
At some point I am forced to accept.
That the problem resides within me
And the answer remains absent.
I am the common dominator.
I am the back stabbing selfish traitor.
It's nothing to do with how I was raised
Or the credentials and intentions of my creators.
We choose our own paths.
We make our own decisions.
It is only us that determine what kind of life we lead.
There may be externa
Too Dizzy To RideI'm on a carousel.Too Dizzy To Ride2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Not one of the good ones either.
Not the one with the sparkling pink unicorn, nor the one with the majestic lion and prancing tiger.
Not the one with the sturdy, strong elephant and certainly not the one with the graceful jewel-toned seahorse. (That was always my favorite ride.)
It doesn't play the insouciant dulcet symphony raining sugar-spun treble clefs of beatitude on cherubic smiles.
I'm on the one that must have been designed by M.C. Escher. It spins slantwise and upside-right-down, all at once.
I'm on the one that was painted by Tim Burton, all washed out skull-grey skin and bruised-appearing eyes. It is Saturn Devouring His Son.
It has wild-eyed braying donkeys dripping blood from blunted, gnashing teeth. (I don't like these donkeys.)
It has giant sea tortoises with velociraptor talon-beaks and flippers toothed with saw blades. (I used to like sea turtles…)
The music is written by Cannibal Corpse. The ride is a rusty metallic howl of tenebrosity and be
for once in my life, i know.i know what its like to need someone. to have them say goodbye and let go of your hand, and feel like the world has stopped, and in order to keep it turning, to make sure the sun sets and the rain falls from the sky and to keep your feet moving one step forward, two steps back,for once in my life, i know.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you need them there, holding you, loving you, and needing you, too.
i know what its like to want someone. to have that irresistable urge to kiss them, or sit there and just stare into their eyes and think "this is real beauty." to want their hand on your hip and when they kiss you to run their fingers through your hair. i know that lust. i crave for it.
i know what its like to miss someone. to feel lost, empty, incomplete. [there are way too many words to describe that feeling.] but not just miss a lover - no no no - it hurts no matter who you miss. that pain stabs at you like a thousand and one knives and it kills and it strives and it just wants to be whole,
even if it cannot be.
i know what its like to love s
DesillusionOnce I was a soldierDesillusion2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once I was a pacifist
Once I was a warrior
Now I know peace doesn't exist.
There will always be a battle
if it's not blood, then it's the gold
there will always be rivalry
For the love of your country
you shall be bold.
Once I had dreams, for a future
better than the past
Once I believed in a world spinning way too fast
Now I know your present, is the only thing that
And time slips trough my fingers
I would stop it if I could
but I learned to let it go because
I know I never would.
Once I was a dreamer
Once I was a child
Once I was a fool to think that
Life would be kind.
My Angel (Lenore's Lullaby)Rest now, my angelMy Angel (Lenore's Lullaby)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Enter fast the realm of sleep.
Hush now, my angel
Feel the darkness, so serene.
Fall now, my angel
Into the beauty of a dream.
Now tell me, my angel,
What is it that you see?
Show me, my angel
Solve for me the labyrinth of your mind
Trap me, my angel
Whisper to me "you are mine."
Touch me, my angel
Let me show you how love is blind.
Won't you kiss me, my angel?
Or do you fear what you will find?
Hear me, my angel
Let my voice encompass you.
Trust me, my angel
For I love all that you do.
Listen, my angel
In return for all I do,
Please love me, my angel
Because it's all I ask of you.
Six Scars to Remember Me ByYou insecurities are buried behind the shell you wear Six Scars to Remember Me By3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a thin layer of sweet sweat and stale beer.
Cigarette smoke resides on your fingertips
And I inhaled the suffocating scent.
You leaned your lips in to brush my neck;
Pulling me closer in,
You know what it's like to have been there.
Pupils wide with fear or is it something else?
You know this place all too well,
There's no point hiding it, I won't deny it,
I gazed steadily into your eyes.
For a moment in time, perplexed or confused,
You realized the same things that I knew.
It seemed like a decision you would not make,
But your feet stood their ground,
Not once wavered by my mistake.
Sympathy filled your eyes that soon grew to sorrow.
The hours spun on and I began to understand,
If not today, I had always tomorrow
To take your hand and change.
In your arms I felt a recurring thought
I've been unable to shake for a while.
It's filled with sweet tunes you play only for me,
And topped with the smile that is min
Retraction of ChlorophyllLonger nights,Retraction of Chlorophyll3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and shorter days,
Sinking towards the horizon,
the sun stretches itself against
pulsating veins retracting
from margins to petiole
How to Train Your Lesbian"I just think you're being too reckless." "What!?" "You heard me! You need to think before you act Ruffnut..it's almost like you're showing off or something." "Shut up." "No!" "I said shut it!" With that, Ruffnut backhanded Astrid across the face firmly, the reverberation echoed sharply throughout the room. Astrid touched her fingers to her cheek gently, her eyes wide with disbelief. Ruffnut's expression of anger hadn't changed as she left the room, punching the door as she passed it.How to Train Your Lesbian5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The next day Ruffnut spotted Astrid throwing rocks off the ledge overlooking the sea. She hiked up to her. "Hey..." Astrid threw rocks harder "That wasn't me yesterday babe." "Whatever." "I mean it Astrid! I just..I dunno." "You tend to not know a lot huh? Good to see your brain's at work." "You're making it harder to apologize to you." "It doesn't matter, I don't want you talking to me." "What??...Astrid." The girl stopped throwing rocks and started back towards town. "Ast