How to tick-off YukiHow to Tick-Off YukiHow to tick-off Yuki3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1. When you see him yell "Oh look at the pretty girl!"
2. Constantly remind him that Kyo got Tohru instead of him.
3. Ask him if he's old.
4. Ask him if he's secrectly a girl.
5. Ask him if he's gay for Hatsaharu.
6. Set fangirls on him.
7. Tell Ayame that Yuki has a girlfriend and that he wants him to reaquaint with her.
8. Call him "Yun-Yun Hime." (Princess Yun-Yun)
9. Tell him that "Yuki" means tender princess.
10. Tell him Kyo is cooler
11. Make him watch 'That darn Cat'
12. Take him to a exterminator shop store place.
13. Watch him freak-out.
14. Get Manabe drunk.
15. Lock them in a empty room.
16. Go in there 5 minutes later and see if Manabe is still alive.
17. Ask him if he has an inner self that's a rat.
18. Lock him in a closet.
19. Glomp him. A lot.
20. Write a list of how Kyo is much cooler than him.
21. Tell him that Tohru is pregunant with his baby.
22. When ever he gets made say in a baby voice. "Aww is Yuki-kins tireds?"
23. Dye his hair orange in h
BloodwaterBloodwater2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying down in the bathtub
I look the water
Her color is red as blood
I close my eyes
Suffocating LoveI loved herSuffocating Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And still I do
She was my world
I suffocated her
Dragging her to the core
I chained her
Hand cuffing her to me
With all my jealousy
I was breaking her
She needed to sing
But like a bird
I hushed her
Not wanting someone to steal her
Her voice was pure
Her heart was gold
Her eyes were beautiful
I faded them with my actions
Keeping them from the world
I saw myself doing this
Forcing myself to see
I knew what I had to do
The chain slipped
It fell from my hand
With that she flew
High in the sky
Till she disappeared
For her sake
I let her escape from me
VoicesThe voices overwhelm meVoices2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They overcome me
I can feel everything
Squirm beneath my flesh
Burn inside my mind
I feel everything.
It becomes too much
Then they're silent
The world outside becomes surreal
And suddenly I'm numb
I can't cry
I can't escape
I can't breath
Its too late... I felt it coming.
I screamed-- I cried-- I clawed my nails into reality
Just trying not to get sucked inside
But I'm already gone.
My Life In a NutshellMy Life In a Nutshell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Life In a Nutshell
I (That's just another word for me.)
I tried to reason with myself today.
I didn't give you a fair chance to run before you fell in love with me.
By the way, why did you fall in love with me?
Or did you trip over the last heart you broke and land in my arms?
I saw the truth today.
It wasn't pretty.
Yesterday I had a dream.
You lost me.
I found me.
The world use to look so dim.
Oh wait, there's the light switch.
Damn, the light just burned out!
The future looks so bright.
No wait, that's just car headlights.
I think I died and went to...
Not you again.
Weren't you here last year?
I just started a new lease on life.
My credit score is above average.
Oops! I just read it backwards.
My mom use to say: Be whatever you want.
Mom I want to be adopted, just kidding.
My mom said: I want to be taken serious, just not too serious.
I wish I knew.
That's it, I just wish I knew.
Well that and many other things.
DustThe faces turn to paperDust1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The paper turns to flame
The flame turns to smoke
And the city is empty again
The longest moment of our lives as you fell
Three thousand heartbeats--
The last four were mine, when there was emptiness
Where once stood life
And when a smiling face
Reduced to smoke and ashes,
A memory like dust in my eyes.
You think that I'm just a kid
Staring into a world I don't yet understand
Where you're grabbing a gun
And claiming justice for these ashes
But under these ashes
Is my home
And I'm trying to put the towers
I'm trying to hold the sky up on my shoulders
So it doesn't fall on us again
Under these ashes
Is our city
Under these ashes
Is an unmarked mass grave
Under these ashes
There are no angels, there is no God,
There are no martyrs to bleed for their faith
Our gospel has burned
And we are burning with it
Hands gray with ashes
Souls red with our collective blood
The passion we have all bled for
We have all suffered for it long enough
We will cry until o
cuts for a lifecuts for a life5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
From start to finish I wonder why
The cuts look good in this messed up lie
The blood that trickles down my arm
People all stare at the girl who self-harms:-
"The emo" they call me
I turn to my name
They act out slicing their wrists
I hang my head in shame
I can't help my feelings
Of being alone
I hide myself for the day
Just longing to go home
I sprawl on my bed
With my razor in hand
And take myself away
To a much better land
I stare in the mirror
And let myself cry
Looking forward to the day
That I finally die
TearsFeel the rain dripping on your faceTears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting somewhere in an unknown place
You might just had your heart broken
Those feelings of yours go unspoken
Let the rain wash your pain away
Let it wash away and find your way
Let the rain slowly heal your wounds
It heals your heart and will hide your wounds
The rain will stay with you for years
It's one of those things that always cares
Because in the rain nobody will see your tears
Stapled (Moving Forward)He stapled his mindStapled (Moving Forward)10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To his feet,
So that he will never
Do anything he
But it turns out,
He could could no
Longer move forward.
Moonlit Night with Flowers and FirefliesIt’s been six years since we attended Beacon together. And in those six years, I’ve never really… let go. I wanted to give her her best chance so I never told her how I felt. For the past six years, I was always in love with her. She is my partner. My best friend.Moonlit Night with Flowers and Fireflies1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Blake? You alright?” I was spaced out, looking at Yang. She waved her hand in front of my face “Earth to Blake~” Yang sang.
I sighed, pretending I was paying attention to her “What is it, Yang?”
She put the wine glass –she was cleaning– on top of the bar counter. She put her arm on her hip “You were spacing out, staring at me for a long time. It was starting to get uncomfortable, you know.”
I had only a glass of my specialty drink Yang made me as my usual here “Oh, was I? I’m sorry.” There were a bunch of times I looked at Yang and just daydream or fantasize. Sometimes it was light and fluffy things like going to a mission alone
are my words poetic enough for you?maybe not.are my words poetic enough for you?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because i will never be the fire-hearted girl with remedial stardust lips,
dancing with the astral wolves that hunt beneath her moon-kissed skin,
with the courage to plant wilting lilacs into every crippled soul she finds.
but what if they were?
then i would be the ink blots coating the archives of humankind,
the fractured jewel tucked away in a catastrophic dragon's chest,
and the lyric every mismatched bone engraves into their marrow.
Random ThoughtsMove all cellos downstairs while the birds still sing. Let the piano cry in woe. Let us rise up in awe. The pool of snakes awaits you all. A midnight stellar concerto rises up again singing the forsaken song of worlds that are yet to come. But why do you stare at the starry sky? Why do you cry? Because of them sorrows lurking in deep. Lines lost in time. A rainbow of feelings circulates in my head. Last verse of love. Last song of disgrace. Pugna, Ulnus, Sepsis, Necrosis. The strings of the decayed violins of spitting storms I sing lies I breathe the harpsichord. This piece, magnificent as it is, dwells inside me night and day, earth and sky.Random Thoughts3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Drums, how I longed for you. But I still yearn for more for through the years I have sworn to return to the Ever Free back to the lands of Emphatica, where I had lives as many as the lies finding existence between us. What is this line? "La fin". OK, hear the choirs. They are calling us. This Chaos March dwells high a
If I'm thisif I fall...If I'm this3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and nobody's there
I'll have floor-
and don't care
If it's nothing-
good to beLIEve
I pick its LIE-
and hope I live
If I walk-
everytime it rains
I'ts I hope-
cold hearts feel no pain
If I can't-
trust in this mess
Even my shadow-
left in darkness
If I dream-
having you each day
It's all I-
have to hope- to stay
This Alice knows It's only a dream
But I'll never ever stop dreamin
What if I Stopped Caring?What if I Stopped Caring?What if I Stopped Caring?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I stopped caring?
What would happen then?
What if I stopped caring
About my looks?
Would I lose some respect
For not trying anymore?
What if I told you
How hard I work for
What if I stopped caring
About my grades?
Would anyone try to help me?
Or would they just scold me
And say that I need to try harder?
What if I told you
How much I care for others?
What if I stopped caring
What if I left you
To deal with your problems
Without an ounce of help?
Could you handle it?
What if I told you
That I deal with your problems,
And my own problems,
Without an ounce of help,
And barely a cry from the pain?
Would you think more about
And understand more of my life?
What if I stopped caring
Would you try to bring me back
For the sake of friendship?
Or would you just look for the benefits?
Would you cry at my death?
Would they be tears for me,
Or for my services?
What would be said at my funeral?
Would it be about
threemy wrists are leaking again;three1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've spilt my guts, but you
mopped them up without even
cringing. i don't think
the stains will come out.
not this time.
SuicideSuicide, the word rings in my ear;Suicide3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I get out a knife, and I don't show fear.
I write down such, a long pretty letter....
Knowing my life, can not get better....
I know if I stay, the pain wont go away
I lose more hope, every single day.
I sit in my room, tears in my eyes
Remembering all, those horrid lies.
I see my depression, is going to win.
I start to cut open, my broken skin.
Blood oozed from, my fragile wrist.
Soon, so soon, I wont exist.
I cut open the other, blood rushes out.
Yet I don't yell, and I don't shout....
Now comes, the biggest test,
Building the courage, to stab through my chest.
I hesitate a bit, my heart screams silently,
Then I stabbed myself, so violently.
My blood gushed from my body, onto my bed.
I did it, I did it, i'm finally dead.
Will anyone notice, that i'm not here?
Will anyone even, cry just one tear?
I can only assume, they wont see....
That they will never again see me....
Self-destructionyou do not knowSelf-destruction1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fresh out of the womb
how to tear yourself apart.
you know how to respirate
and nictitate but
you are not taught
to want to spill the
few calories you just consumed
behind a locked door on the
cold tile floor.
no one tells you that
filling your lungs with tar
is dangerous. or how
sipping away at Smirnoff can't
numb the screams inside your
you receive no
warning on how addictive
carving your own scars
or charring your skin
and no one mentions how
physically taxing it is
to talk with a loaded gun
between your teeth.
you aren't born self-destructive
it's a disease
Meditation Breathe InMeditation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"You're lame, nothing but a nerd."
"You know, I always thought nerds had at least one thing going for them, but I guess not."
"Hey watsup- no, not you, I wasn't talking to you, why would I want talk to such a nerd?"
"You're so nice, I wish I had a friend like you."
"You're awesome you know that?"
"You are really smart, crazy but smart."
"You're nothing but a robot."
"Crazy must run in your family."
"You really are insane."
"You are a brilliant author!"
"You are a kind, compassionate person."
" Your words mean the world to me."
"I hate you."
"You're so selfish, you only think of yourself."
"You should just go die."
Let It Go
"Shut up, of course you want to talk t
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.I Thought I Needed Feminism9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
Coven of Vexed Heartsthere were four girlsCoven of Vexed Hearts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who wore hearts on their arms
each with a different intent;
they wanted to see what they had in common,
and what their symbols meant.
the mousy girl, Penelope
was nothing more than a whisper
"I trace hearts on my arm in pen
and spray them with my mom's perfume
I used to worry no one cared,
I'd sit alone in my own gloom.
The hearts let me remember
I'll always have her
even alone, I can know
someone really loves me.
She's always there."
the breeze trickled through her hair
she brushed her bangs from her quiet face
and Nora outright laughed-
her soul was scarred
just like her arms, permanently marred
disfigured in makeshift hearts
"I've carved and burned hearts in my arm
cause I have none inside.
No one likes me either, girl;
I leave them petrified.
But that's my joy, they hate my art
they've learned to fear these pretty hearts.
I am different.
I wear my wounds like ready weapons
that's the gift, when you inflict them on yourself."
she chuckled, tracing the patterns
You Are My Favorite DrugDid you finally erase me?You Are My Favorite Drug3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Did I fade so easily?
Am I now just illusion,
That you don't believe?
Am I just fiction?
Another character in your dreams?
Are you sure where you are now?
Or are you lost and all alone?
I'm packing up my bags,
And I'm heading straight home.
I can't live like this.
I'll never miss this place.
And this is last time,
You'll see my face.
Are you happy now?
Your candle's light is going out.
Now I know your secrets,
You know I can forgive.
But now at night I can't rest,
Oh no, this way I cannot live.
Am I sure where I am now?
Am I lost and alone?
I've packed bags,
I'm coming home.
I won't live like this.
I don't miss that place.
And that is the last time,
You'll ever see my face.
Artistic RevolutionArtistic Revolution2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paint is slandered all over the walls
Music and laughter can be heard through the halls
Merry men are dancing on the stage
Be it young, old or whatever the age
Songs are echoing through the building
Full of emotion, full of feeling
As it collides with the drawings on the ceiling
Creating something new and appealing
As from the back rooms flow the words
Debates, poetry, stories about flying as a bird
Rhyme and rhythm
If you use them that is your freedom
That building is growing too small
As many want to join and walk through this hall
So perhaps it is time to expand
And spread art all over the land
FiveOne.Five2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I met a boy who's scars matched mine. He was chivalrous and cynical and he had a heart that would swallow you whole. His skin was pale and he wore flannels and he didn't like his singing voice and he would dance like no one was around and he had a soft face with a strong personality and his veins climbed up his arms underneath his skin just like mine.
(But we were nothing alike.)
I met a child who was terrified of his own shadow. The way it would always stalk him but never speak and never help lead him in the right direction-he hated it. He was afraid of losing me and that made me feel like I mattered even when I didn't. He was afraid of being like everyone else and I always wished that I could prove to him that he was special but I have never been great with words. Not like he was. He was afraid of me and he was afraid of love but oh my god I was in love with him. The kind of love that's got your stomach in a constant knot and the kind of love that makes you have nightmares