Frozen StarlightSolid starlight beam,Frozen Starlight1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Photon Congo line.
Each born of fusion,
To squirm through desolate space,
Die in my retina.
Then by All Means...... Send me to hellThen by All Means...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If something as pure
As sweet, sweet, ever lasting love
Is a sin?
Then by all means, send me to hell
If the fact
That I am willing to DIE
For the one I love
If the fact
Isn't as good as yours
Then by all means, send me to hell
At least I know
That if I cannot spend a true eternity with her here
But I can there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I'll shield her from the engulfing flames of it
I'll fend off the devil himself
I'll keep her safe and happy
And if the only way I can do this is there
Then by all means, send me to hell
I do not fear
Nor loath it
My only fear
Is for you
Because what you do, too, is sin
Then by all means
I'll see you there too.
You Still Don't Love MeBloody needles and broken hearts.You Still Don't Love Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bandaged, ripped and split apart.
Stitched and healing like a dream.
Reality hits and tears at the seams.
Died to lie and protect an indelible sin.
Dead for a lie of a love deep as skin.
A dull knife carves the deepest scars.
Trapped in a mind lost in never ending wars.
Look deep into my eyes and tell me what you see.
I've been dead this whole time and you still don't love me.
Jeff the Killer PoemInside the walls of insanityJeff the Killer Poem1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Directed away from the world of light
In the land of psychopathy
Lives a boy in the dark of night
He smiles with glee as his victims fall
Blood on his clothes, his knife in hand
Stare into his eyes, they are not dull
They are wide, needed in this land
He's welcomed by the others
Who've also gone insane
They are like his brothers
Mess with them; you'd be slain.
He once had a normal family,
But now they're all dead
He waits for you by your bed eerily
He has no mercy, for his heart is lead.
What's his name? You might think
He's a killer for all I know
Your mind will stop, your body will shrink
As for your fear begins to grow
Every night as you lay in your covers
Something dark and frightening lurks your room
You feel it draw closer as soon above it hovers
People shall wonder as your body is entombed
Jeff the Killer is the name of it
The person that kills for fun
Don't laugh at him for one fit
Or else your life shall soon be done.
When your coffin is burie
A warrior's funeralI am tiredA warrior's funeral2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For I have endured
This arduous battle
Without being inured
My blade is stained
With the blood of enemies
But ho! Victory I have attained!
Though at the cost of my life
I am cold, so very cold
And my lifeblood is seeping out
My firsn'final battle shall be over soon
As all are injured hereabout
I am young for this war
For I took my father's place
To die in battle I swore
Just as he did years ago
This is a warrior's funeral
Mine is a death of valor
I would never hide
And I will never cower
For Heaven's call
Is to those who stand and fight
And he who in battle will fall
Is he who bears a warrior's might!
CreepyPasta: Mind Your MommaCreepyPasta: Mind Your Momma8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mind Your Momma
Ever since I was a child I've had an affinity for adventure. Nothing fills me with the same sense of overwhelming joy and adrenaline than running through the forest at dusk, and exploring forgotten ruins of old buildings left to rot away. This same passion of mine has always filled my mother with great disapproval.
Every time I would prepare to embark on a new journey, she'd give me the same old spiel about how foolish and dangerous such behaviors were, and how I really should listen when she told me not to go.
Despite her warnings, I never ran into trouble. Sure, I'd gotten my fare share of bumps and bruises from rough spills while hiking, but I wore them like battle scars. I knew the woods behind my house like the back of my hand. So well, in fact, that I began to grow bored with them.
However, to my delight, a few weeks ago my mother informed me that we would be moving to a new town to be closer to my Uncle. I won't list the name of said town because I don't trust y
Fake Plastic FlowersFake Plastic FlowersFake Plastic Flowers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw a bouquet of fake plastic flowers today.
Their petals were made from rough, cheap fabric.
Their leaves were unevenly painted a sickly shade of olive,
And peeling off their stems.
The stems themselves were an unnatural green,
With an equally unnatural plastic sheen.
And they had obvious seams.
Harsh, stark, lines down the middle,
Branding them, beyond a doubt,
As cheap replicas.
They were falling apart, worn out, sad, and positively ugly.
But I noticed something else about the flowers.
From a distance,
The plastic sheen turned into a healthy luster,
The rough fabric became soft,
The uneven paint transformed into tricks of the light,
And they were more beautiful and perfect than any real flowers could ever be.
It's Not LoveIt's Not Love (but it hurts like it)It's Not Love2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
He says things to her that I wish men said to me.
Things like - the image of your beauty
will press in on the eyelids of men
your departure from this lifetime.
Things like - you make me feel like being myself
is not just acceptable but it is wonderful!
That I, being the only me I could ever possibly be,
is proof positive of a chaotic world
creating love and life and joy -
and that no one else but me
could make you smile the way you do.
Things like - I don't need you.
If you were gone I could breathe,
I could pump blood,
I could spit
I could do anything I wanted to -
but I would not want to.
I wouldn't want to do anything
without you by my side.
Things like - I'm always here for you,
because I prioritise the things that matter to me
and you are at the top
- so if that means I can't pay my rent
because I had to come save you
from the fog in your heart - and I lost my job - fuck it.
I'll still come.
...But try not to mak
Save YourselfDear mommy…Save Yourself6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could have saved you.
I know you promised me you’d save yourself,
But I should have known you were lying.
I could have protected you.
I know you said you were fine,
But I should have been able to see all the tears behind your eyes…
The lies, I should have seen straight through them,
I should have known better than to believe you,
I should have known better.
I should have known.
I should have saved you...
I'm sorry Mommy.
I shouldn't have let you save yourself.
Chaos of Both Worlds 6Chaos of Both Worlds 61 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Back in the prison, Kaito requested one last phone call from the police as his last wish. The police accepted his request, unaware of his actual plan although his call is being monitored.
"Hello, how is everything going so far?" Kaito asked.
"We got everything ready for you. You have what we needed?" The other caller responded.
"It wasn't easy, but I finally got the last thing I wanted." Kaito took out a small vile of what appears to be blood inside of it, but still kept it hidden from the guards.
"The security is pretty strong here so don't do anything stupid."
"Everything is already in place so try not to worry your head off. We will be here in about a minute."
"Remember where I am."
"Roger." Both callers hang up with Kaito laying down on his bed doing nothing, but waiting as Shou does the same.
With the call monitored, there was quite a stir among the police and their superiors about how everything Kaito said was left ambiguous. The security commander told one of the officers to hea
We Regret To Inform YouDear Claire,We Regret To Inform You1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
We regret to inform you that as of 10:48, Thursday, 21 of March, your grandmother has passed away.
We regret to inform you that your application to University of Georgia School of Veterinary Science and Medicine has been rejected.
We regret to inform you that everything you've ever loved has slipped through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it.
We regret to inform you that you are nothing and will never be anything more than a pathetic piece of dust that clings to those who are better than you.
We do not regret to inform you that you are suicidal, depressing, depressive, insane, bipolar, have no friends, and will never ever be anything else.
From the deepest pit of our destroyed, shared soul, l
if love is blind, stab my eyesOh, all the glorious tragedies I'veif love is blind, stab my eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seen today, all within ten minutes:
A guy holding a bouquet. An expected
box of European chocolates shaped
like a heart, naturally. A stuffed
bear. A couple holding hands. A boy
kissing his girlfriend's soft cheek.
A girl carrying pink balloons. Oh.
I'm alone, naturally. How awkward.
Eyelid umbrellas hold back rain,
torrents of gushy-mushy romance.
A metaphoric flood; stormclouds.
Walking from Point Envy to Point
Facing down, arms crossed. Eyes
on the ground. Please, no optic
tidalwave leakage. What's this?
Stop: step on a blue candyheart.
Facing down, thank God. Thank
God, not Cupid. Not that dumb
St. Valentine. Not a cordiform
morsel of sugary conversations,
spreading one-liners older than
this holiday. Kiss Me. Miss me.
XOXO. Love Ya. Detour: stomp.
Saccharine aorta vs. my shoe heel
(not Achille's, but same difference)
What? You want to know who won?
Are you kidding? Y
In Between DreamsIn Between Dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In Between Dreams
A fragment of a second
Just one slight glance
You're the only person
That puts me in a trance
I feel so close to you
But I am so far away
If only you knew
I felt this way
To fully express this feeling
It's like raw torture at heart
Because you live on without knowing
And it makes me desire you even more
A solace night of dreaming
I thought I never would have it
This longing luxury of sleeping
It's what I've always wanted
I thought it was too much to ask for
A sense of rest and relief
I feel as if it's more than I deserve
It's been so long since I had this nightmaric disease
I wish you could know
Of the peace that you bring me
It's something I never had before
I'd give anything to always have this serenity
Never again do I wish to awake
I can't let this placebo end
It's for my own sake
I can only pretend
When I see your face
Anime AU!!!!!Hey There!! Wow this is sort of weird, posting some literature but w/eAnime AU!!!!!1 year ago in Settings More Like This
I've been thinking about this for a while, ya' know like tossing ideas around and
Now before yall' go "no anime is stupid" or "jesus balls you're such a weeb" think about it.
An AU where your character can be any one of these and more.
I was thinking it would be somewhat similar to the School AU that happened over the summer (Pendelton high anyone?) where the Oc's would be in a high school setting (just to start off as, of course). everyone would have a personality type that's common in anime, i.e. the tsundere, yandere, moe, ect. (full list is below vvvv). there will be members of the school's personal Yakuza (japanese gangsters), in fact, I was thinking of making Aurore one of these e v e. people will have their own little cliques and clubs, for example, in the anime 'the melancholy of haruhi suzu
The Schizo In MeMy disorder is schizoaffective,The Schizo In Me3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Which leaves my life quite defective,
It leaves me with a lot of depression,
Through others eyes, it leaves a bad impression,
What people can't see is my internal pain,
And many people think I am insane,
I may see things that aren't really there,
Hallucinations are for my soul to bear,
I hear many loud or whispering voices,
And for me, there are not many choices,
I go through therapy and lots of medication,
For me, it takes a lot of dedication,
To keep to a steady balance in my life,
I try to be a good mother, friend, and wife,
Though sometimes I may not show my pain,
There are times when I don't feel sane,
Switching personalities and having mood swings,
Causes havoc and interferes with things,
Although I may have problems on the inside,
My thoughts and feelings I sometimes hide,
For many people misconstrue what I say,
They don't trust me and then it is me they betray,
I sometimes feel bad for the way I am,
Then there are times that I don't give a damn,
the destruction of destructioni leavethe destruction of destruction1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
&empty watter bottles
on your floor
in case you decide to forget me.
this is just our dynamic
this is just how our relationship works.
i read you chapters of the
strangest book i know
&you have me create
voices for each character.
i am most comfortable as the narrator,
but you like my crazier caricatures best.
it reminds me of how you like
the stranger ways my mind works,
&how you will pry sharp things
from my clawed fingers
&show up late for work
just to make sure i eat;
the hateful frustration i feel
when my body yearns for its
only to be thwarted by something
it can't control;
it reminds me of how you love
the parts of me i most hate,
&the way we can fight
as we go to bed
but before i fall asleep,
i nestle myself into
the curve of your back
&i am safe.
NaPoWriMo: Day 7Watch out.NaPoWriMo: Day 71 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She’s a devil,
Glad for her spine,
& her teeth,
even God hands fear her.
For she has arched her back
for a flower-woman
with sin dripping
from her fingers
-who taught her
how to laugh
like the stars.
listen honey, here comes your mani hear your gaslight anthemlisten honey, here comes your man11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
playing in my head
for the first time in months.
my stomach is knitting itself
a raw sweater,
pink and greying flesh
from the sickness of worry.
i made the mistake
of playing it back to you.
you tell me you miss me,
you love me,
these songs in your vernacular
writing your thoughts,
but the thoughts are not yours.
it was well intentioned
but too far gone,
the thought has trailed
its way along lines
of train tracks-
i cannot think of you
unless you come back
no one listensthis is the part where you start listening.no one listens8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i'm not one to pour my words,
cheap wine no glass just red solo cup,
into an empty room.
i'm not one to talk when everyone
only pretends they're listening when really,
they're just hearing.
the part you start listening
comes at the part where i show you my skin.
i could show you my heart all i want
but you won't hear me.
i could tell you about every moment
i've spent basking, drowning
in whatever endless emotion
and you would nod sympathetically.
but you still wouldn't listen.
not til i show you my skin
screenprinted and scattered in scars,
hatchmarking of blended bends
and tall and stretched.
or if i told you how i've left my body
in shambles, and left it, broken
and rained on like cardboard boxes on city streets
five years after my destruction proved inadequate
until someone else
with fracturing fingers
ruined me worse.
my bones splintered under the thin
stretch of skin
covering them until i grew thick limbs,
a trunk like a tree.
the passage of 'you'when i step alonethe passage of 'you'10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
into my shower,
it's you when
i hear the folsom prison blues
and when i drink bitter coffee-
it isn't you
when i sleep in white sheets
and patterned pillows,
a hand in mine
and soft cyrillic letters
to wake me.
it's you in my closet
hidden somewhere in the depths,
it's you in my short hair,
it's you in the photos of ireland
taken by my friends-
but it's not you
when these lips grace my ears
with words softer than you
when these lips grace my face
in softer ways than you
when these lips grace my heart
in softer ways than you
had hardened it.
i am trying to be
a better person
and he is helping me