Blood Fury - Part 8Blood Fury - Part 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Work wasn't as dull as it usually was. I helped patients and a lot quicker. I had a smile on my face the whole day. It seemed to make the patients happier too. It was my lunch break. I had bought a jam sandwich and coffee and was sitting in the tea room. Sarah sat next to me.
"What's gotten you so happy?" she asked.
"Huh? Aren't I always happy?" I replied.
"Yes but not this happy. Something really good must have happened," Sarah said and took a bite of her sandwich. Only the greatest night of my life with the greatest man ever, I thought.
"Oh, I don't know. I sort of found someone," I grinned.
"Really now?" Missy asked. She was a dark girl with crazy black hair. She was a new receptionist and the clinic. Her boyfriend Jack, another dark man who was a doctor, stood next to her. They sat down on the lounges across from Sarah and me.
"What's her name?" Jack asked. I had to smile.
"He," I answered.
"Ooh. Who is it?" Missy asked.
"Sarah, you remember Sherlock right?" I turned to Sa
Untold Savior (SherlockXReader)It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgottenUntold Savior (SherlockXReader)6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
What the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them
It’s been two years since the death of Sherlock; since the death of her lover. Agony has taken its toll on the woman. How she wouldn’t eat at all. How she barely slept with the memory replaying in her head every night. How she sanity shattered constantly to the brink of suicide only to be cut short by John and Mary. How every night she took a blade and cut her own wrists.
As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping
Through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten
The consulting detective never thought of how much he had hurt her. Not until she walked out the door without a word leaving him standing alone in the middle of the living room. She didn’t see that one tear drop that fell down his sharp cheekbone.
There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place
And there i
Being a Healthier PersonBeing a Healthier Person2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Sometimes in life things seem to come together almost at random. Many people spend the days leading up to New Years telling themselves that they're going to do this or stop doing that. Most don't last and those going past a week are truly dedicated to the cause (or under doctor's orders). Why does this happen? Wrong mindset. The dedication is there, but the true gravity of their decision hasn't sunk in yet. So how does one go around changing your lifestyle for the better?
Up until February this year I was a smoker, not the pack-a-day kind of smoker, but a smoker nonetheless. I also weighed the wrong side of 110 kg (242 pounds for the non-metrics). For a very long time I wanted to quit, but nicotine addiction is a harsh thing and I failed miserably in my first attempt in 2010. So I kept going, gradually reducing my smokes a day from about twelve to a rather less unhealthy seven. I was proud of myself for achieving as much, but
The lone WolfI was sitting there, alone. The forest was silent, no birds, no animals, only the sad melody of the wind blowing in the holes of the big rock. I saw myself reflected on the surface of the water of the lake. The only thing I clearly saw, were my eyes. That silver color, like everyone of my kind had. I still could remember when that tail-less killed my family with that gray and hard stick that made horrible sounds, he was making a weird noise, a howl-like panting, and I knew it meant that he was enjoying it. Just three suns ago, it still smelled blood and the bitter taste remained. My brother also was killed, but I managed to escape. Now I’m here, straying for three suns and I found water now, I haven’t eaten either. I’m hungry, alone, and I don’t know where to go. I decided to just keep on walking.The lone Wolf1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I walked and walked, for a long time, the sun was going to hide behind the big rock and leaving everything dark, my paws began to hurt after so much walking. I w
My AngelTake my heart,My Angel6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take my soul,
Keep them safe,
Til we grow old.
You are my light,
You are my cradle,
You shine so bright,
My beautiful angel.
I'll love you til the end of time,
I've loved you even before you were mine,
I'll love you til im dead and gone,
Cause you are my chosen one.
On that day,
I pass away,
I'll have one thing left to say,
I love you.
MockedI'm the girl who is always mocked for how i lookMocked2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For how i dress
What music i listen to
I sit in bed and cry
Not because of what they say hurts
Because it does
But because I'm not appreciated
Wondering down a path
I try my best
But nothing works
I don't eat because I'm "too fat"
I listen to my music loud to block all the words
Those words that will stick in my head
Make me cut again
I don't want that
I just want to be freed
I feel so trapped
I cant explain it
I begin to have feelings for someone
They aren't ever mutual
I sit and realise
Once again my hopes are dashed
Its a vicious cycle
I've never been told how to love
I've never experienced it
I feel empty
Yet tears slowly roll down my flushed cheeks
Has taken hold of me
Will You Marry MeYour face is smoothWill You Marry Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the edge of a freshly wiped blade
Your skin is warm
like teardrops in a steel morgue
Your hands are soft
like linen sheets over pale, cool remains
Your hair falls to your shoulders
with the accuracy of a weighty noose
Your stride is as confident
as a blood-spattered Gladiator
Your legs send my heart
into a state of hysteria with an assassin's efficiency
Never have I wanted so badly
something so fearsome
Now tell me, my darling,
.i'm masochistic without realizing it..9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mad girl's love song isn't enough
to hold your precious two-second attention.
hemingway knew more than a thing or twoI bleed ink.hemingway knew more than a thing or two1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paper splotches from
spilled coffee and sweat and
dreams of felt-tipped pens,
running out of breath.
I breed birth.
And the art of swallowing
lumps of air
on a stage made of
lily pads and bottled hope.
I keep secrets.
Mostly those of the
kind to stare into
a mirror to question the
birthright and their fathers.
They question life
and immorality and wonder
if the stars bloom
against black or white.
I believe that
you can possibly
tell a truth within
I Quit...I am done.I Quit...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've given up.
I am tired of trying,
tired of crying and
tired of people like You...
In all my miserable life,
people have kicked me,
treated me like dirt...
Only a few have gained my trust and my heart.
But then soon they too stabbed me in the back,
twisting it to the hilt, opening up old wounds...
To watch me bleed out slowly in agony,
their stained hands still holding the blade,
as my blood drips to the cold hard cracked floor...
Each time with the most wicked of smiles,
as if their joy is to torment and upset me.
To make me suffer and hurt more than the last...
Each one had known the pain I harbored,
from past failed relationships with no love.
Each promised to treat me better, to be different...
But in the end they were just as bad,
as the ones that came before them
and some times even much worse...
They used and abused me.
Kept me around as a rebound
and then tossed me away like trash...
To ignore me completely,
never to speak to me again,
Without Her (YouTube link included)You could ask my father what it’s like to heave a tangle of swollen limbs uphill in his arms. You could ask him how you carry a child’s wheelchair, still occupied and squirming. You could ask about the muscles burning in the back of legs and the shoulders and the wrists. You could.Without Her (YouTube link included)2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You could ask him to tell you how slowly I walk, how my feet got stuck in mud pools often, how I complained at carrying myself so far whilst he carried himself and her. You could, but don’t. I am ashamed to hear of it.
You could ask my sister why she laughed so hard when a sprite of wind stole a handful of crisps from her packet and threw them up into the air. You could ask her what she saw in that potato confetti as it soared over the cliff edge and tumbled into the sea. You could ask her why it took her so long to realise that they were gone. Why it took so long to realise that crisps dashed on rock blades can’t be fisted into wet mouths and tasted. Their salt dissolves into the oce
three ways to fall aparti.three ways to fall apart1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were seventeen
when you promised me that
this tiny dustbowl of
a southern town was not going to be
everything my life was made of.
it wasn't hard to believe
because the maps you'd spread across
your ceiling never lied (since you claimed
it was easier to dream when they
were stuck above you
in the night).
i remember the lines you'd drawn
in a felt pen, red because it seemed important,
seemed louder than the rest, and
i remember how you
would trace the roads with your eyes until you
fell asleep. you had a knack for
memorizing every escape route, and when i asked why
you answered that it was because one day you
would have to run.
when i asked if i could fly away with you
you said yes, and that night i dreamt
of runaways and falling stars. i never was sure
if they were supposed to mean something bigger than us.
sometimes when i lie awake at night
i wonder now how far we might
have gotten if we ever left, if we had jumped into
your old impala and left the road behind us -
Chalk OutlineA chalk outline waits for meChalk Outline10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes it slips into bed with my shadow
and I can do nothing but roll my eyes
like a mis=abused and weary parent,
but every night when my shadow
merges with the edges of the day's page
and blurs into a dirty midnight orange
I lie in bed and shudder;
without my shadow's protection I feel it,
a chalk outline waits for me.
Endless TalesIEndless Tales1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the haiku of my smiles,
The limerick of my frowns,
The sonnet of my love story,
And the couplet of my thoughts.
I am a ticking time bomb;
And poems are the fragments of my blood,
Mixed with the immortality of my soul,
Carved into every echoes in the universe.
I am never a story,
Never a lesson to be learnt,
Never a tale for you to boast;
I am the scorching flames burning in the cold winter,
I am a raging tsunami,
And I could engulf the hell out of you.
I am the everlasting scorching supernova,
I am a whole book of undecided thoughts,
I am your troubled curiosity.
And every improbability in this universe,
I am the paradox of my own time line,
The undefined term in your mere dictionary,
And the infinite definitions of my own thoughts.
The Homeless TaleHe has shards of crystals embedded in his heart,The Homeless Tale1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
And his rusted wounds bleed from the rose,
He smells like vodka, but he talks as if he engulfed fireballs,
He always brings his broken violin because he has shredded past entwined in his music sheets,
He smiles because the mermaids once brought him down,
And he cries because he has whirlpools and blizzards etched in his ribs.
He's always on the corner of Oxford Street,
He has tattered jeans and he told me it's trendy,
He has white stubble that trails to his neck like a map to his ragged past,
And his hands were calloused, I know because he grips me tight when I gave him lunch,
He's the kind of man capable of lifting the universe, and no, he's not at all pitiful.
-The Homeless Tale
twelvespurning saintstwelve9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
was never your strong suit
but carrying me
from the rose-gold crucifix
'you were never needed
for this much of a sacrifice'
perhaps a few saints
will mellow into seafoam
while we keep our
fifteen"it's the happiest i've seen you in months..."fifteen7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
fear won't own me any longer
because you barred it at the door
halted it with hours of merriment
silenced by passing plates of amity
your selflessness keeps me from its jaws
and all the monsters in the world
couldn't sever what we have
Can't wait till you arriveI know you aren't here yetCan't wait till you arrive2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I know you haven't existed
But you've been in my ladies mind
Even thought it's yet our time
But I know you'll be a blessing of mine
But only when my time arrives
I'll hear you cry when I'm waiting outside
And I'll see you in her arms with her beautiful eyes
A flower petal flowing through the wind
A lovely meadow that you'll grow in your skin
I'll see you grow, from little to big
And I'll show you the steps of what life truly is
Road SideI want to have an impactRoad Side6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that lasts longer than the life
of those petrol seeped flowers
placed ad memoriam at the road side.
Let my memory last longer
than the roses.
Questionssparrowchild;Questions6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the vestibule
of bracken and bargaining
and in your swan song
tell me the truth -
why does a sparrowchild
Shame on MeI thoughtShame on Me5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I could think my way
out of a brain defect.
That I could unlearn
the way my neurons fire
and the synapses wince
when someone raises their voice
that when he told me to trust
that it could be true.
That I could learn
the way that vocal chords moan
and groan, and growl.
When someone tells me to believe
to be myself
that might mean they meant it.
Hope Dies At LastMoths;Hope Dies At Last5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of dreams long gone
dead and passed –
They ache for the love
but their blind groping
for the truth
In the end,
all moths die
as Icarus –
as infantile projections
of our innocence
as hope too, dies at last.
Between DaysSlip a needle between the spaceBetween Days3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of fingernail and flesh
in the spaces in between,
you are not dead yet.
In parallel worlds,
in that moment before awakeness
after a night spent dancing in stars,
and in my mortician's-prize heart
you are not yet dead.
So wrangle metal between then
and pump serotonin and coke
until my eyes fill up with the life left over,
the rounded up edges of years stolen.
The uppers aren't working
I'm under, under, over whelmed,
I stay awake all night, frozen animation -
guess I always will imitate you.
So I razed back my skin
til the raw bits seep out
and it doesn't hurt so much to be me,
to be me, without you.
To introduce myself, as myself
and not as a part of you.
Let's do that.
Let's soak rags in chemicals
that slow your brain down so far
that they forget things -
I'll sacrifice two decades
if you trade me for another day.
Another day to slip in between
the moment of supernova
when the world went so beautifically
and the moment when
my lovebird heart
It Takes TwoI try to keep seeing the good in youIt Takes Two10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The few moments where you think before you spew words out of your maw
Do you ever think to keep your end of the deal?
Try to meet me halfway, baby, won’t you?
Because I just don’t see how you expect us to work out otherwise.