HichiIchi: Pure White-Ch.0: Unwanted.HichiIchi: Pure White-Ch.0: Unwanted.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Snow covers everything.
Even the depths of my soul
SkrzypkiGraj jak ci każą, graj skurwysynuSkrzypki4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jakby diabeł na twym karku
Jakby piekło w twojej głowie
Graj jak cię proszą, graj mój ty synu
Jakby anioł u twych ramion
Jakby niebo u twych stóp
Graj aby żyć i graj by umierać
Bo cisza najgorszą pokutą
Skrzypki równo trzymaj
Nim ci je przestrzelą
Panowie z ciężkim palcem, z ciężkim butem
Dym.- Dlaczego płaczesz?Dym.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spojrzałam ponuro na postawnego mężczyznę w czarnym płaszczu. Ćmił papierosa, jednak dym miał przyjemny korzenny zapach.
Przyglądał mi się z dziwną troską, wyraźnie czekając na odpowiedź. Otarłam oczy wierzchem dłoni i przygryzłam dolną wargę, wdychając przyjemny aromat.
- A dlaczego nie?
- Wy, śmiertelnicy, zwykle płaczecie z jakiegoś powodu.
Objął mnie mocno ramieniem i scałował z moich policzków łzy. Próbowałam się wyrwać, jednak okazał się za silny. Dałam za wygraną. Zapach korzennych przypraw owiał moją twarz, napawając mnie dziwnym poczuciem bezpieczeństwa.
- Dlaczego tak bardzo boisz się żyć?- Zawahałam się, gdy podał mi papierosa. Wciągnęłam aromatyczny dym w płuca.
R.I.P WordsDo you know what it feels like?R.I.P Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have nothing.
Hell Doesn't Even KnowI want to cry so much...Hell Doesn't Even Know2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I'm happy,
Maybe I'm sad.
I feel so alone,
Yet I've been with people all day.
I feel so unloved,
Yet I know I have people who love me.
I can't talk about these feelings.
I can't open up when the door is locked.
And the key is lost.
I want to inspire,
But I just recieve empathy.
I want to die,
But I keep on breathing.
I feel so confused, lost and all alone.
The feelings inside me are too strong for my body.
I don't want someone to understand.
I want someone to give me the answers to why I am like this.
And a solution to fix the massacre inside me...
Dry BonesSometimes I replenish my whiskey bottles with waterDry Bones2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And swirl it around. I drink up
To make sure I didn’t miss a single drop of that alcohol.
Diluted or not, I ache for it.
But not as much as I ache for you.
I would rinse you out and sip all of your insides.
Then I would drag your skeleton out of your skin.
Help me. Worm your way free.
I would jumble our bones together. Mix us up.
Not so we would be two with replaced bones.
No, I want us to have four arms, four legs. I want,
I want us to have two heads and a long twisted spine
Of vertebrate upon vertebrate.
I want us to clank out hollow sounds
When we come rambling along.
Our ribcages would be split and spread.
No longer cages, but wings of rib bones.
Your hips would jut against mine
And our fingers would intertwine.
Our skin would not go to waste,
Instead, we would tear them to shreds
And weave them together.
We could nest on them.
With all our empty bottles.
Tears: the way to deathTears: The Way to DeathTears: the way to death10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Chapter 1: a calm night in the forest
It was late at night when inuyasha and the others found a spring near the forest. Everyone was a little bit dirty and also tired, so, they rush immediately to the spring. The sky was full of stars, million of shiny and tiny stars, but the most beautiful thing, was the silvery moonlight and the refreshing and calm air. The light of the moon shined above the spring, where inuyasha, kagome, sango and company, were having a relaxing and peaceful bath. That was a very normal night, miroku trying to see the girls naked, inuyasha resting in a tree (he didn't want to go to the spring), the girls shouting * you pervert! * (Every fifteen minutes to miroku), and finally shippo and kirara, having a relaxing bath in the spring. Yeah…… that was a perfect night………
After some hours, inuyasha and the poor and hurt miroku heard a voice. It was a women voice. The woman was singing a beautiful, but sad song. Miroku (obviou
I Can't Hear You AnymoreThe clouds are heavy tonight,I Can't Hear You Anymore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I am suffocating,
Choking on my own words
As they fly from my mouth.
You never cared about yourself,
And after your death that
Became hard to think about.
(But I do anyway.)
I suddenly find myself missing
The years we had spent together
And how spider webs would form in
The corners of your eyes when you smiled.
But the thing is that I can’t hear you anymore.
I can’t remember the sound
Of your voice or the feeling of
Your hands as they touched my lips.
You once told me that home
Is where you lie,
But I hate it here, and
I hate living with these ghosts.
BestiaPrzez wyschnięte gałęzie starej wierzbyBestia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Przebija się światło krwawego księżyca
Dróżka kieruje nas coraz głębiej w las
Z wioski dochodzi cichy odgłos dzwonów
Chowają się w krzakach ostrząc pazury
Dziwne, dzikie bestie z innego świata
Jedyne co widzimy to ich krzywe uśmiechy
I lśniące oczy czekających na jedzenie
Odgłos łamanych gałązek pod stopami
Mimo że jesteśmy przerażeni to i tak
Nie zatrzymujemy się, przemy do przodu
Wkraczamy na malutką, leśną polankę
Wita nas odgryziona noga i ucięty łeb
Chłodny wiatr ciągnie za sobą liście
I smutne szlochanie naszych rodzin
Potwory powoli się do nas dobierają...
Tymczasem w wiosce trwa biesiada
Stoły pełne jedzenia i skoczna muzyka
Tylko głos dzwonu przypomina im
O ofiarach złożonych by uciszyć bestie
Dead NoirSo some dame walks through my door, and I start to do the whole 'of all of the offices in all of New York' thing - because I'm a private eye, and that's how we do things - but then I recognize her: Miss B J Broad, dynamite on legs and owing me a favor or two after the fiasco with her late husband. Only the last time I saw her she wasn't carrying a tommy gun. So she's saying "Larry, darling." as she points this thing at me, and her voice is soft, tender, beautiful. Then it's all fireworks - nothing but noise and flashes of light - and I find myself looking down at my own bullet riddled corpse, tongue hanging out like a sweating dog. Miss Broad's looting me for the lint in my pockets and all I can think is, 'Hey, Larry. How about you at least try and die with a little dignity?'Dead Noir2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Miss Broad obviously doesn't find what she's after because she's storming off cursing my name, and I start to feel kind of worthless. Kind of like I'm sorry to disappoint, you know? Like I hope m
Conversations with The DeadWhere is my heart that I hung on a thread?Conversations with The Dead2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Little girl, don't you know, your heart, it is dead?'
Then why do I feel such a pain in my chest?
'Because secrets still bury their way through your vest'
Is that why there are burn marks all over my skin?
'They are to remind you of all the places you've been'
And what of my mind, do I still have that?
'My darling child, you're dead! Or have you forgot?'
But what of the blood, will that ever stop?
'Oh no, little one, we don't want you to clot!'
But my eyes, they sting, and my face, it is raw -
'Once you heat up your body will thaw'
Well that's quite alright, I suppose - but I think I'll go home.
'But you have none sweet child. You're a ghost. You're alone'
But why, out of everyone, did you choose to take me?
'Sweet little child, you chose it, you see'
Well that's silly ofcourse! Why would I choose death?
'Because little changeling, your colour is red'
Decadent LoveYou are as fine as the french silk sheets you sleep in.Decadent Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flawless, soft and decadent.
You are the Domaine Romanée-Conti
Passing through your soft pursing lips,
kissing the crystal rim of my glass.
You are as breathtaking as midnight in Paris,
A sight briefly seen as I lean across your lap
But still imprinted, and sealed with your kiss.
You are New York's Golden Opulence Sundae,
the 23-carat gold leaf that you peel off
And gently place on my tongue.
You are the Bugatti Veyron,
racing through the Overseas Highway in the Florida Keys,
with me, staring out at the vibrant blues as we speed passed.
You are the Museo Guggenheim of Spain
The Runways in Italy
The Kohinoor diamond
And I am but a simple man,
Trying to keep up.
Mother GrimmMirror, mirror on the wall,Mother Grimm6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
can we fly or
will we fall?
Who's the darkest of us all,
mirror, mirror on the wall?
Rain, rain, go away,
it's gray enough if you don't stay.
The lies have all come out to play,
just come back another day.
Ring around the rosy,
this strange depression's cozy.
Hug me, hold me;
we'll all fall down.
It's raining, it's pouring,
our hearts, they are storing
the secrets and the lives we've led.
They'll get us in the morning.
I will remember for youDo you remember;I will remember for you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was September and I was seventeen.
I was gnarled into the corner of a bus
Mithering away at my gloomy mood;
Trying to shake the oppressive landscape in my mind.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
You were folded primly onto a bus shelters seat
With her hand enveloped in yours
You both lifted your other hands, synchronised,
And waved to me with your familiar smiles.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there.
Your grey hat tipped so rain slipped off
And her glasses whitening with the steam of her laugh
I just looked at you, gluttonous,
I absorbed every detail of that moment.
It was unexpected.
It was unexpected to see you there.
But there you were nonetheless,
Eighty years old, clasping hands awaiting a bus
My eyes leaked they were overfull of the sight
Of two people, quietly, silently in love.
I was surprised.
I was surprised to see you there
SilenceQuietSilence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing that we can tell each other
We just stand there
staring at each other
We wonder what had happened
We used to have so much to say
we had so much to laugh
but now there is just silence
and we turn around and
...in different directions
Hoping that we'll never meet again
Everything seem said
and it's over, we're done with it
Firecracker GirlShe starts my dayFirecracker Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a proverbial bang.
Leaps out of bed with a grin,
coffee's on the way,
breakfast in bed.
She dresses in a whirl
of skirts and scarves,
a cacophony of colors
that resemble her art.
A natural blush on her cheeks,
lips of bubblegum pink,
and her hair in firecracker red
that cascades abut her face
and through my hand.
She's always in motion.
Sometimes, I look for wings
upon her feet, even.
My own whirling-dervish
in lynx's skin,
lithe and sublime,
long and lean,
for her alone, I breathe.
She drops her coat
and stands alone,
erect and pose,
all fire and aglow
in red and lacy underwear
My angel-girl in devil's clothes,
I cannot resist,
that temptress kiss
or the outline of her hips,
my hands map every curve.
She spends the night
wrapped in my arms,
she sets me on fire
and singes the sheets.
My beautiful doll, my
darling dear, my fascinating
and fiery firecracker girl.
NaruHina-Trust2 chapter 4Hinata was shocked for Naruto seemed like he know what happened, like he could read he thoughts. The fact that he knew that she said yes, the fact that she'd agreed to go with Kyo was amazing.NaruHina-Trust2 chapter 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They were quiet for a second. Hinata tried to look in his eyes, wondering if he was going to show her his beautiful eyes.
"Naruto-sempai ?" she asked. Then Naruto said something, finally. He looked at Hinata in a expression that she somehow feared. He's eyes, dark, He smiled, wicked, his expression, a fake to nature as he said. "I was just kidding," as he gently moved away from Hinata and before he left her from out the window he said his final words. "Have a nice time Hinata "
Hinata didn't say a thing but covered her chest, feeling her heart pounding unevenly. Her face, red, wondering why was she feeling this way. It was different from Kyo's feelings when he confessed his love to her. This was very strange to her.
By the next morning, she was gone. This time Naruto di
Naughty Irish SpiritsPoor Molly Deegan was so very tired. She had done her nightly rituals in a stupor and when her fiery red head hit the pillow, she was gone into dreamland without a stray thought.Naughty Irish Spirits4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her corgi's barks jolted Molly back to wakefulness and this, she couldn't ignore. With a muttered oath, she flung the blankets back and swung her feet over the side of the bed. She cringed at the cold air and grabbed a throw from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around her self. A blue streak of curses trailed along behind her as she stomped into the kitchen to investigate.
She was momentarily shaken out of her foul mood when she saw that the kitchen was undisturbed. She stood in sleepy dumbness until she realized that there was a glow from the garage window.
Walking outside, Molly saw that the garage door was ajar and peering inside, she saw Aedan heaving the last of the broken shards of glass into the recycling bin, the partial logo on the shard revealing that it was one of her college bar glasses.
on wanting to be thinnerthe world is in the palmon wanting to be thinner2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of my hand when I
wake up next
to your cream-white skin
and bones - they’re
both the same color now
and I don’t know
whether to be proud or
that in spite of the past
biting and writhing its
limping way back to you,
you’re still in my bed,
breathing and more
and though you could be smiling
you’re still holding your
it’s still there.
you’re still here.
the sky maps itself in the irises
of your muddy eyes when I
find you talking about
licking dreams and dust off
an acceptance letter to
you told me that only
in the crevasses
of an ill-tempered blackhole’s eyes
would you find enough
end yourself without
ending the world.
but you would end me,
you did end me the day
you told me your body was
not a temple - mine or yours -
and that no purge
would be bloody
enough to make you stop
corpses from your very lips.
the heart of the Sandman rests
between your beate
Writer's BlockI have stumbled upon a barricadeWriter's Block2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“Stumbled upon” is too elegant of a phrase to use here though, I’ve decided
More like I ran right into it
With my face mushed up against a window
And I’m looking through
My hands are around my face; attempts to prevent glare from violating my vision
I’m looking through but I cannot see
It’s like someone turned out the lights on the other side
Like someone pulled down the blinds
I have sat down with my back to this door
For I have temporarily given up to rest my sight
I have gone blind it seems
My strength is slowly but surely fading away
And I lose my balance…
My back hits the door && I fall through.
AryaShe is a wolf in her dreams.Arya3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting upon an iron throne-
Woman of an old Greek myth,
A woodland Goddess
with a fire spirit sleeping
in her veins, a hyena heart
thrives within a ribcage embrace.
This lovely girl steals the hearts of kings,
assassins, and lowly blacksmiths.
Lacking honor, brave little shoulders shrug-
She whisperes, "My heart beats for no one."
they say they're geniusesThey say the greatest lessons in life are learned from the small things,they say they're geniuses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it takes a war for someone to realize that all
Mistakes can't be taken away with an 'I'm sorry'.
It takes a hurricane for someone to realize that
You can't always fight, and you can't always flight.
And it takes a lover for someone to realize that
They never really had control.
They say that life is a rollercoaster.
It is not. Life is not a ride.
It is approximately eighty seven years
Of the worst choices you'll ever make, spread out
Before you like a highway, and you're in a car with no brakes
Desperately wishing for a
They say that love is the only thing constant in the world.
Maybe that's the problem.
Love stays, but the people leave,
And you're left loving a memory.
There's nothing more painful than loving a memory.
They say that friendship necklaces and wedding rings get heavier with time,
And I guess that's true
Because I've never worn mine long enoug
tragictragic10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There once was a girl alone feeling horrid
She always cried herself to sleep quietly
Her thoughts tasteless and strangely morbid
She shut out the world ever so defiantly
Always felt like the grintch who stole Christmas
She found her self breaking down in tears
Like living ones life in the darkness of bliss
Truly her most undelightful of her fears
She always seemed so sad, and broken hearted
Until she met him that faithful yet strange day
That was when the true smiles finally started
God only knew how bad she wanted him to stay
On that sad day of their parting, farewell
She tried to hold back her horrid tears
Just like falling down a twisted stairwell
When all traces of light quickly disappears
She swore to him that she was fine, and okay
Even though he knew the opposite from her eyes
Not knowing at all of what to possibly say
They kissed away all the saddening goodbyes