The Old Man and the Manx Im going to the ruined temple to find my daughter, Manx, said the old man.The Old Man and the Manx5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It had been a chance meeting between the two. The Manx had loped over a rocky outcropping on the veldt just as the weathered old man had sat down in its shade, preparing to camp for the rapidly descending night. They had stood face to face for many long moments before the old man spoke, and now the two regarded each other with a strange mix of curiosity and suspicion.
The Manx was about the size and shape of a large, tailless dog, with patchy, straw-coloured fur that was speckled around his face and feet with the frosty white of age. His legs were long and ungainly, and their joints were knobby from years of malnourishment. At one time, the Manx had obviously had beautiful tattoos of dancing flames branded into the flesh on his sides and shoulders. Now, however, they simply hung like sad ribbons on his gau
ThousandsI'm sixteen,Thousands1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doubt I'll see thirty
Hopefully my blade'll be dirty
And I'll die.
I don't want to die;
Just want it to stop,
Everything in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead.
I cut myself,
I said it.
Just read it.
I'm just some kid
Behind a screen,
So why should you care?
I'm not just 'some kid';
I'm the ones people laugh at,
I'm not a minority;
I'm a majority.
All those kids alone,
That death will come.
We're not hopeless.
We hope for
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!
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.
Journey To HellPart I:SuicideJourney To Hell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a tale,
Of a journey to hell.
Where angels will fall,
And demons just yell,
Of a mortal who could only fail.
See that mourning mortal up above,
Who is so madly but,
So sadly in love.
Pain swirls in his grim gut,
As she turns and walks out.
See that miserable mortal in tears,
Who waited and waited,
For so many of his tragic years.
Was he meant to have been hated,
Even when he knew nothing of her fears.
See that meek mortal with a gun,
Who's so forlorn with woe,
That he's drained off all the fun.
Hear his bleak blood flow,
As he shoots. Bang! And falls down.
Now that fool is dead,
With a blunt bullet of a hole,
In the front of his ruptured head.
Heaven won't accept his selfish soul,
And will imprison him, so he'll never be freed.
But he'll be welcome here,
In my humble abode I call home,
Hark, do I hear his spirit coming near?
I see footsteps on dry soil that come,
To me; oh how I shed a joyous tear.
Why must I be tormented
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
Haikus are Too ShortHaikus are too short,Haikus are Too Short1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
To be at all worth clicking,
So I'll write some more.
These words are filler,
So I don't feel truly bad,
For writing briefly.
I write re Haikus
In a Haiku, how clever!
I'm showing off now.
Hetalia MarysueNihongo Hitomi flounced through the doors, her ebony hair ablaze with candle light. As she felt lusty eyes fall on her, she knew for certain she was the belle of the ball. She was the most lovely woman there, outshining the rest by a long shot.Hetalia Marysue11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her glowing crystal eyes searched for something intently. Perfectly white teeth gently gripped her crimson bottom lip as she strained her eyes for a mop of blonde hair. When she saw what she had been looking for, a mischievous smile lit up her gorgeous face.
As she walked towards her treasure, people gasped quite audibly and heads turned her way. Let them gawk, she was the goddess of the moon and darkness after all. She deserved every amazed stare she received. For, her pain and suffering were made up by her great beauty.
"Canada-sama!" she called out in her beautiful soprano voice "I have arrived after a dual with Hrentera!" Suddenly, she clutched her heart and collapsed. The mention of that wicked name was enough to send violent shock-waves of
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
I Am SchizophreniaShh.I Am Schizophrenia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Are you okay?"
Turn off the light.
"What are you doing?"
You can't fight the shadows.
They'll kill you if you tell.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your eyes.
Cover them again.
Lock the door.
Now you're trapped.
Lock it again.
Don't take the medication.
Don't drink the water.
Don't eat your dinner.
"I don't know you anymore. Who have you become?"
I am a nobody.
I am Schizophrenia.
I am death
"... I don't know."
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
Seasonal ChangeSeasonal Change8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The air is cold, and
every word that
freezes and hits the tiles
like a bottle top--
I scoop them into a plastic
cup of lemonade
(the sugary kind we spilled on the sand
when the sun was pink and the ocean green
and the sky overhead was an e
Words And LiesWords And Lies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words on paper, their meanings long gone
Friends and fakers, the difference is none
Promises drowned out, neglected, and rotten
With the sheer stench of lies, it seems I've forgotten
How to gain someone's trust
Or is it just them?
I could never guess with this incessant mayhem
Betrayed, paranoid, and insecure
Everyone's fighting in this nightmarish war
Will a winner emerge?
Only time will tell
But right now everything seems headed straight to hell
I guess that's why they say
"Think before you speak"
'Cause once the damage is done
Our bonds become weak
Everyone's an enemy, a target, if you will
Distrust is something that's become run-of-the-mill
Hands are being dirtied, blood is being shed
The fictions people spout dye this world in red
It's everywhere, truth and lies become one
Don't waste your time hiding, don't even try to run
In reality, words are the only thing with power
Think of all the lies you can tell in an hour
How? You probably think me insane
Lemme stop you there, 'cause yo
The Fangirl- Chapter 11The Fangirl- Chapter 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Summary: Sadiq goes into a long explanation about how everything in this tale came to be.
Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Themes (emphasis on this), Yaoi
Disclaimer: Sadly, I still do not own Hetalia. If I did, my crack pairings would be canon.
Gosh Sadiq, You're Life Just Sucks
"Got a little motto, always sees me through:
When you're good to Mama: Mama's good to you.
There's a lot of favors I'm prepared to do.
You do one for Mama, she'll do one for you."
-From "When You're Good to Mama", a song from the American Broadway Production "Chicago"
Real World: Some time Ago
In this strange world was the constant presence of chattering players. Most of them were dressed in the everyday clothes of the normal world, but a vast majority was wearing colorful outfits and fancy wigs. Identification cards dangled from around their necks as they pushed the
The Fangirl- Chapter 12 [2/2]The Fangirl- Chapter 12 [2/2]1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[Continued. Please See Part One First]
The next thing I knew, my wrists were free and Ari was falling to the ground at my feet. I stared as his face laid in the blood puddle he made. I hadn't even realize that someone else was there until I noticed a new pair of feet standing besides him. I looked up, eagerly expecting Sadiq to be my savior. That was far from the truth.
"Estonia?" I whispered, amazed at the blond who stood before me. He held a bulky laptop in his hands as he stared down at the nation he just assaulted. By the stunned look in his violet eyes, I would say that also didn't expect himself to use his precious technology as a weapon.
Panting, he stood with shaking arms until his gaze drifted to me. Steadily, he calmed, slowly placing his laptop into the wooden floor. He asked, "S-Seychelles, are you alright? What happened? Oh, um-" He awkwardly extended a hand towards me. "Here, let me help you up."
"Sherry!" To him, it must have seemed as though I was just b
Faces Of MineFaces Of Mine1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faces Of Mine
A smile once so true
It changed direction over time
I knew it was there because of you
But it was just belief based from a lie
Hope cannot be granted
And then stripped away
You have left my core tainted
With these wicked games that you play
May it be a lesson
Or turn it into fact and truth
Love won't be as important
As I use these scars as my proof
These eyes were once so hopeful
It was considered the rise after the fall
But my tears became unfaithful
As pain plunged out of my skull
No passion for the heart / No light for the dark
No love for the liars / No guilt for the defilers
No truth for the corrupted / No solace for the hatred
No burden for the betrayers / No shame for the usurpers
An innocent outlook on life
Once so pure and whole
But now it's twisted to survive
There is no caring anymore
Forced to adapt to cruelty
I injected ice into my veins
I changed my perception of reality
I will be the one nightmare you have made
Human nature is to blame