Maybe you are my inner demonMaybe you are my inner demon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have my inner demons.
And they are tearing me apart.
Through my rib cage,
They are eating away my heart.
I have you,holding me tight.
You can feel the pulse of my soul
I am afraid,save me.
Make those evil creatures go.
I have monsters under my bed.
They whisper only bullshit in my ear.
Their voices are so quiet for others,
But so loud for me to hear.
I feel like losing my balance,
I will fall soon,
I wonder,did Lucifer
Have his inner demons,too.
I trust them,
And they say you'll leave.
It's like they want to kill.
But you caught my body,
You're the one with my soul's key.
With the color of my artery's blood
on your body,you said to me:
"Don't talk to monsters under your bed,
Cause they don't like us at all.
Sleep,I am here,my love.
They don't know what we know."
Rainbow ButterfliesRainbow Butterflies1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All men are created the same
But you're different, a shame!
Can't you just try to fit in?
Hide your wish for it's a sin!
Walk in line, keep the order
Don't you dare to cross that border!
Butterfly, the lesson's bitter:
Hate is what love's preachers twitter.
Scared of the unknown they fight
Against it and for "What is right".
To reconvert you is their goal
Anxious by your lucent rainbow soul
All humans have the right to be free
To choose the person we want to be.
Why should the carnal shell stay a male
When each look in the mirror does ail?
What's the crime of love between adults
With the same gender? So why the insults?
Yet, a lot of the rainbow butterflies
Have to pretend, to hide and to disguise.
Only artists are allowed to astound
While the others dance in the underground.
So they won't corrupt normality
Even at the cost of human dignity.
Still I love to see the butterflies around
And watching them fly high above the ground.
High above the minds too small to grasp
SilenceYourSilence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
silence kills me
more than words
While I am held
waiting and wondering.
Each passing day
rises new hope
which steadily declines
and leaves me wanting,
I wake to another
you must break this fast
upon my heart
and at last speak.
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.
PlansLeaving just for a whilePlans4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I'm going should be really worthwhile
The road may be long to get there
But for what is waiting for me, nothing can compare
They'll tell me stories about what they did while I was gone
Later will all go out and play in the lawn
At night we'll try to catch fireflies
And watch as they light up the skies
When we've laughed and had all of our fun
We'll go to sleep and wait for the sun
Once we've opened our eyes to a new day
We'll start all over again but, go to the bay
The Stuff SongThe Stuff Song1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Finn: My hot dog's dead.
My pizza's dead.
My cupcake is dead.
Jake: Oh, um, my doughnut's dead.
My burger's dead.
My milkshake is dead.
Finn: All of our favorite foods are totally dead.
They can not procreate in little food beds.
We'll eat them up,
And turn them into stuff.
Jake: And we'll cry over their graves,
But you can't cry enough...
Together: When you miss someone you love
You can't cry enough.
Zack X Reader"Time of death: five thirteen PM." You heard this, but you were unable to respond.Zack X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Everyone began crying everyone except Zack. But why wasn't he crying? You two had been best friends since preschool. He wasn't crying because he knew you weren't dead; you just couldn't be and you had promised him you wouldn't die young. He was right you weren't dead. It all started about five hours ago.
"Come on, Zack! You have to be done by now; we're going to be late!"
"Perfect hair doesn't just happen instantly, (y/n). You seem to know that, with how long
you take every morning."
"Yeah, but that's different I'm a girl and my hair is much longer than yours. And today I woke up early so we could get there early. You should have done the same."
"Sorry I was up late last night finishing our report."
"I finished my half in class while you sat there talking to Cloud. I feel bad for him he almost didn't get to finish his project, thanks to yo
After the Weddingsloppy honeymoon kissesAfter the Wedding1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
smearing red lipstick
against white lace
in unexplored places
this bride is a
good old fashioned
christian young lady
somewhere sits a couple
of leftover wedding guests
alcohol miraculously fresh
on their breath
and they're laughing
like nothing is wrong
besides the fact
that they're both so
mascara is trailing down
the cheek of a bridesmaid
who's so green with envy
she feels it curled up
inside her like a well-fed animal
and she does nothing but
bite her chapped bottom lip
and imagine the groom
with his hands on her body
they're sweeping at this time of night
cleaning up the party debris
stained linen and trampled streamers
and confetti caked into cracks in the floor
the janitor sighs heavily
as he loads his arms with
baby's breath that bow their heads
and piles of white, wilted petals
that he dumps in the trash
and as they hit the crinkled black plastic
that lines the garbage among cake crumbs
and discarded drinks,
UnspokenI am the voice unspoken,Unspoken11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The song without words,
I am music without notes.
I am faceless, featureless…
I am numbed and cold,
Trapped in the ice of solitude,
You left me here in the wastes,
To seek my own sanctuary…
I am alone now, in your night,
I am freezing in my loneliness,
I am damned in my sorrow,
And through the void I sing…
"Bleed me dry"
I whisper to dry hearts,
"Take my life"
I taunt you with my eyes.
"Take it all"
You know the truth of it…
"Kill me here"
Its you who inside dies…
CastlesIt isn't much of a problemCastles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There really is no hassle
To make your own little world
Inside of a big sand castle
Nobody but you knows
What lies on the inside
Just like the unswimmable
Depths of your mind
With waves washing up on shore
Splashing into the moat
Of your dreams and other things
That keep your soul afloat
To run your mighty kingdom
And keep all of it stable
To be the sort of leader
Only seen in fables.
But what you didn't realize
While you hastily created
The palace clouding your mind
Gave you the impression that you've sated
Your deep need
Your unbelievably thirst
To pawn off some of your feelings
But only the very worst
However, you didn't notice
While you focused on grains of sand
That one day, just like the castle
Your life would slip right through your hands.
Life of a fallen angelI am a fallen angel,Life of a fallen angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell from the skies of
and landed on Hell.
I was lost,
until I met you,
you were a perfect weapon
You and I were unbroken,
we even decided to
set the world on fire.....
Until the day betrayed
I was so upset that
I even lost my wings,
In the end I realised
that you were using me,
and for that I will never
let you seal my coffin.
I hope you remember
my last goodbye,
because that is the last
good memory you will
I hope you burn in your home,
in the fires of Hell.
RemoverRemover2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollections had portions of impurity here and there. She wouldn't allow that, and began rubbing with furious abandon. There could not be a single mistake, not a lone wound, every hint of imperfection had to disappear ...
Her neighbor would make a visit later. No one answered the door.
Love Is War | Part 5Love Is War | Part 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Marshall! What are you doing here?!” Fionna dragged her arm away from Gumball’s.
“What am I doing here?” Marshall smirked.
“Come and rule the Candy Kingdom with me, Fionna!” He mocked Gumball with a high pitched voice.
Gumball flushed red.
“Enough already!” Fionna shouted. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“What makes you think she wants you?” It was Gumball.
With an outburst of fury, Marshall slapped PG’s hand away from Fionna’s shoulder and hissed with a forked tongue at his red face.
“How dare you touch me, you distasteful villain!” Raising his pink hand, he brought it down only to feel Fionna’s sword in the way.
“STOP IT!” Two heads turned to face an angry girl.
Fionna swiftly swung her sword down and the two boys watched as it landed between them.
“No more fights. I can’t handle it” She shook her head with anger.
dear liami.dear liam5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've started this letter
so that i don't have to struggle with it
near the end.
you brought the sun in
and you shut it out
in the tick of two years,
and i'm still blinking
to make sure you
haven't left me blind.
until my hands
melting blood on the rocks.
we intersected at the crossroads
where i died,
two worlds conjoined.
you were always one step ahead,
and i can't keep up anymore.
i've given up.
i'm not worth it,
but i still think
you might be,
perched on the pedestal
i created for you
like the work of art you are.
and i know that if i died tomorrow,
i would be a background thought,
an "oh-how-sad", an
you are not mine,
you are not mine.
i can no longer try.
dear liam, i love you,
Anything you can find:"They're wicked," whispers Deputy Mack, when he thinks we aren't listening. "Beautiful, but wicked."Anything you can find:2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It makes Noah smirk from the front desk, where Clara Wynn, the dispatcher, is sneaking him sips from her hip flask while she profiles him. DePrince, she writes, Noah Thomas. Age: 12. Hair: Black. She puzzles over the color of his eyes before penning gray on the line, a rarity that gives us an edge, which we use like a scalpel. Noah flickers eyes like new nickels whenever we want something. Today is the Friday after the funeral and we are sick for answers, so we ask Clara if she will take our mug shots.
"I'll find some film," she says, disappearing into the back room. The door taps shut behind her. Deputy Mack and Sheriff Spellis are still arguing about us in the office, their voices a low rumble of contention, so we slip off our chairs and spread out through the station.
"Obituaries, photos, police reports," says Noah, fanning a stack of files across the desk. "Hur
still,"i want grandchildren."still,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that car ride ruined some things
threw a wine bottle at the wall
15 years sitting
it was good enough or
it wasn't good enough
all the silence forced
my pride to jump out the window
if any rested in her
she showed it off like a speech bubble
tied it to her teeth
slammed it in the door
had it under her pillow for months
and years and years and years
there was no statement
there was no outstretched hand
just steering wheel clenching
knuckles white and jaw taut
(all because who i bed was not her mindful of
i still think i'm a tumor
she shows it off like a speeding ticket
i put a pin through it
i put it on her sweater
she never wears it
Does You + Me = Love? Chapter 1Authors Note: Hey everyone! Its KawaiiKitsune95 here! I bring you, my first UtaPri fanfiction! It's a Yaoi, so if you don't like, don't read! Simple! I do not own UtaPri, or any of their characters. If I did, there would be Yaoi EVERYWHERE!Does You + Me = Love? Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Does You + Me = Love?
Ittoki has always asked a lot of questions. The day Tokiya decides to answer one of them, is the day everything starts changing. A multi-chapter fic, rated M for later chapters. TokiyaXIttoki. Implied RenX Masato, and NatsukiXSyo.
Chapter 1: The Dream
All men of action are dreamers.
Tokiya Ichinose blinked away the bleariness of concentration; said concentration being interrupted once again by his noisy roommate. The loud beat of music met his now-focused ears. Obviously, Otoya had taken off his headphones, which only meant one thing. Tokiya let out a sigh, building up the patience required to deal with Otoya. The boy was a pain. Always being loud, and nev