state of mindlily-skinned, she slipped from the grass and cut through the wind-state of mind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her coquette smile held it's breath and her hands held onto little truths.
the leaves left hints of green in her eyes-
she was a dazzling monster (in disguise).
streetlight-reached and tight-lipped,
passersby meet expressions and gazes,
pulled through a series of asphalt mazes.
the way she moved left her too dazed,
cause spinning melted the world like wax.
with hands she shoved in her bottomless pockets,
it was too easy to disappear into black hole apartments,
train-track thundering, passing the time,
like pricking your fingers with the sewing needle
(because someone has lost the thimble).
tipped the rocking chair down hilly slopes,
having slipped, amber-lit and haloed by bedroom lamps-
this music was tearing her lungs, sometimes sweetly savage.
how much longer does this rhythm go on, birds pecking at her window?
tapping out fingers upon knees, patterns and disillusions.
one two three, four. one two three, four.
::TFA:: It's Just a DreamTHUNDERSTAAAAAR!!! Sentinel Prime bellowed through the HQ. The young white and blue sparkling came rushing in on her guardians demand. She stood at attention and saluted him.::TFA:: It's Just a Dream5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes, Sentinel Prime, sir? she asked, worry hidden in her optics.
13 second, he said, referring to the time it took for her to get there. Not good enough! I could have been melted down and sold as spare parts to Megatron by now!
THERE ARE NO BUTS IN WAR! he yelled at the little bot, making her cringe.
Cool your jets, Prime! Jazz said, putting his hands on the sparklings shoulders. Bright Eyes here is just a kid.
Shes Ultra Magnus kid! the noisy Prime boomed. She needs to learn to follow orders and be quicker when called upon!
Thunderstar wriggled free of Jazzs hands and ran out of the room in tears. He didnt understand, he never did. She
Diseases - IntroDiseases - Intro2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The color was all around her. Just white. A blank canvas. Her eyes stung from the tiny snowflakes that buzzed into her eyes, her nose stung from the biting cold.
Oh why did she have to be so short.
The snow was up to her knees. But that wasn't really saying much, seeing as she really was only 3 ½ feet tall at the shoulder. Her bright, un-naturally colored fur was tussled in the wind and sleet as the sky poured down its fury in the form of a blizzard. She stuck out among the blank canvas of white, with her black-on-pink coat with a splash of brindling and a off-white underbelly and neck. She was a strange sort of deer, not used to this weather. Her fur was thick and warm, sure, and her long tusk-like canines helped her dig through snow, but she didn't know how to survive here. She didn't know anything. She couldn't remember
Io sighed, lifting her weary head to look up through the blinding flurry. White. Still white.
Blinking the snow off her lashes, she began to kick and p
bipolar hearts.we use to watch Fight Club together, because she said that it made her feel a little less alone, and i could never reply so i held her in my lap.bipolar hearts.5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
and she told me she was kalea's dizzy mind.
and in real life, you would think nothing of anything really, because she watches the birds fly just like you do. the morning rises on the same side of her window, and she can watch the clock tick away hours, just like you.
and she told me she was kalea's spinal cord.
i watched her pick at her fingernails for too long, and always decided i would leave as soon as they started bleeding. her arms are full of scars where she thought she felt something crawling up her skin, only to find she was still alone. i told her i was here, but she turned over(and i can still hear her uneven breathing)
and she told me she was <i>
lessons I wasn't taught at school1.I've gotten really good at walking out on people.lessons I wasn't taught at school8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
2.He was only collateral damage.
3.There is an infinity carved on the tree where your head once used to rest.
4. You smell of apple cyder, musk and her.
5. She created drama when there was none because that is how she liked to be; weak.
6. I've never seen snow.
7. They always misinterpreted your emotions, didn't they?
8. He never got why she preferred sitting cross-legged on the floor.
9. She knew by memory to the last detail every crease that strained his face.
10. He never really understood her.
11. You're selfish and self-absorbed but that is partially my fault because I gave you even more than I ever thought I had.
12. I wish I knew who I was.
13. Lets try to be optimistic for a change.
14. I can't get your pain and suffering out of my system and God knows how many times I've tried.
15.'Don't you ever leave the house?' The short 82 year old man says.
He has more life at this moment in him than my entire 1
Numbers"You try, Byron. What's five plus seven?"Numbers4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Byron considered. Five and seven probably got along okay. Seven was a jerk, but five was a gutsy little fellow. He smiled. Five could handle seven just fine. Byron liked five. So together
"I am, Miss. It's . . ." Something pretty, but also quite complicated. ". . . twelve!"
afterhoursand your words are like a corset and the more we talk the less i breatheafterhours5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
constricting whale bones prod at my ribcage and reform my figure perfect
hourglass figure eight and i'm still not impressive enough, i'm never to you
i hear the train that had gone missing when we spoke yesterday, and i
wish i could fight these feelings of nostalgia but waves of tar crash over
and i'm stuck wallowing in your cresent moon eyes (they're never full)
if you were aiming for vindictive then you've already hit the bull's eye
Be My MuseNever love a poet.Be My Muse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything will mean..
so, so much more to them than it will
Never let a poet love you back.
They'll instill you with so much beauty (with their pen crushed to the paper),
that you'll scarcely recognize yourself in a picture
And you'll hate your reflection in a mirror, after seeing your reflection
in their eyes.
Para que, a poesia'Para que, a poesia'9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A poesia é como uma confidente
Para os poetas perdidos na tempestade
Encontram nela o afago das palavras, quente
Falam de amor, ódio, saudade...
A poesia é mais que o Universo
É espelho, é alma de quem a assina
É misto de sentimentos, de palavras em verso
Condensado do Mundo que fulmina
Perguntam "Para quê, a poesia?"
Como se fosse óbvio, "para a mente..."
Discordo, ela é a mais vivida guia
É irmã de quem alguma coisa sente.
when God closes a door...If I could paintwhen God closes a door...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a portrait of you, it would look
like a window flung wide,
white curtains against blue sky with
sunshine pouring in
and ivy on the side,
and yellow tulips
on the smooth wood sill.
Do you like Quiditch? Part 1 RosexScorpiusRose and Albus pushed their way through the crowd to find an open compartment. Rose reached forward and grabbed Albus's arm. "Let's stay together, or the Dementors that James told us about could get us." He nodded, shaggy black hair flopping quickly as they continued their search. As they reached the end car of the train they found an empty compartment. Quickly they pushed themselves and their trunks into room and shut the door.Do you like Quiditch? Part 1 RosexScorpius3 years ago in Romance More Like This
They started to try and shove their bags into the luggage compartment above the seats but found that they were both too short. "Makes you wish we had James huh?" Albus asked as they shoved their trunks onto the opposite seat before flopping down on the other bench.
"No, James would just tell us stories that would make us do something really embarrassing. I guess we could always shove him out for the dementors to catch." The redheaded girl replied to her cousin, both nodded in agreement. Silently they watched as the countryside zoomed by out of the window, think
Lena InterviewLena Interview2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Interviewer: Hello folks! Today we're here with one of WWE's most popular Diva's of today. A former VS Angel: Lena! Lena, thank you for taking the time to answer some questions today.
Lena: Its my pleasure.
I: Alright. So first question: Do you love to cook?
L: I adore cooking. Its a lot of fun! It actually helps me relax and its my favorite thing to do with Teddy.
I: Well isn't that cute. So, does it frustrate you that some people see you as eye candy?
L: Honestly, it used to piss me off. But now, whenever someone says that, I just mention my accomplishments and they drop it.*smiles*
I: Very good idea. Now, how do you get your hair to look so awesome?
L: *smiles and chuckles* Why thank you! Honestly, I do it myself. When I was modeling, it annoyed me when someone fixed my hair or did my make-up so I swore to do it myself. I took the streaks out of my hair for now since its my face thing and I'm heel now so the bubbliness wouldn't make sense.
I: Well that's neat. Since we mentioned it,
Never Sort a Friend Rose and Scorpius part 2Rose gave a nervous smile to Scorpius as he sat on the small stool and the old pointed hat was placed on his head. She bit her lower lip, waiting for the booming decision to ring out across the great hall, declaring which house he would be in. "Slytherin!" the hat called, the Hogwarts students clapped, Slytherin the loudest.Never Sort a Friend Rose and Scorpius part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Scorpius looked at Rose and Albus as he walked to the table covered in green. He looked sad, seeming to be able to predict the future. Rose continued to watch Scorpius until Albus was called. "Albus Potter." Her gaze went to her cousin, as did the rest of the school. All the houses wanted to see if they would receive one of Harry Potter's children.
She gave his hand a light squeeze before he walked up to the stool. The whole school held their breath waiting; Rose started to bite her lip. Albus looked nervous. He was muttering under her breath, but she could not tell what. 'Please let him end up where he wants,' she begged silently to the Sorting Hat.
messages.it's twenty degrees outside, and when he breathes into the air, the smoke spells sex.messages.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
but not the loving kind, the kind where taking a shower just isn't enough to get the smell of him off of me.
he's all wrapped up into disney movie, magic shit. when i know that he is just some dirty subliminal message, and i'll get sucked in.(but i'll tell myself it's not my fault, because my sub-conscious should be more aware, and i'll pinch myself to make sure i'm sleeping.)
i know that's not right. (anything to keep me asleep)
if and when he holds my hand he squeezes 3 times, and that means "i love you." and i am aware that i should squeeze back 3 times because that is just courteous to do. but for some reason i squeeze once, and that just means, "okay."
(there is this part of me that wishes my subconscious could catch
A Moment TogetherThere's a romantic song in the way you speak,A Moment Together4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A scent of cranberry in the touch of your skin.
And when I stir the love in your eyes,
I could feel your lips on my skin.
I could never feel enough of your hands on my chest,
The scent of your fingers on my lips,
The sound of your whispers in my dreams,
The sweetness of your love in my ears.
I wish the days with you could last forever,
The taste of you could linger like summer.
The days of our love coming together,
Like the sweetness of you I will always remember.
BulimiaShove your finger down your throatBulimia9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch yourself explode
As your insides turn against you
And come out
Watch them splatter in the sink
As your own guilt weighs upon you
Begs you to stop
But you ignore it's pleads
You're in too far to quit now
You've worked too hard to quit now
You're too close to being beautiful to quit now
This is the closest you have ever been
You can almost feel the victory within you
Soon others will finally see you,
Will finally know that you exist,
Will finally have to accept you as you are
But little do you know
That the finger that you use
Is the trigger to the gun
That ends you life
My ResevoirMy Resevoir2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I'm not really sure
About anything really
But if you want to get specific
Then I should say
That I'm not really sure about my tears
I'm not sure why they come to me
I'm not sure why they come when they do
Usually there's no reason to cry
Usually i just want to scream instead
But i can't control the tears that come
I have no idea why they come to me
I have no idea why they come when they do
You know, there's no real reason
For crying, i mean
Tears are only meant for one thing
And that thing is for moistening our eyes
When they get dry
No scientist can explain just why
Our tears come when we have an excess of emotion
No one knows why they come
No one knows why they come when they do
Maybe...and we're back on the topic of me again
Maybe...my wild tears are the solution
Of a sloppy, easy fix from when
I was just a kid
Maybe...when i used to refuse to cry
All of my tears got trapped in a reservoir
Somewhere deep within my mind
And maybe...now the dam is starting to break
And one d
a willow grows aslant a brookthe jumbling ofa willow grows aslant a brook4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hymns and hormones,
almond-bitter as the snow,
breaks bottles encased
between her ribs,
trickling down to radius,
"every girl's a precious treasure"
(depending on the shape of her
"every girl's a cherished rose"
(depending on the state of her
having worth in [n]either, I,
moored among crowflowers
could only let the virgin surf
beat breathlessly against
my stockinged ankles.
(half-nude in clever
rigor mortis invades,
bit by bit,
claw and teat.
Tippy ToesLet's string our veins togetherTippy Toes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So our blood becomes our art
And challenge old age thinking
With our new age artist's heart
Let's flush our faces laughing
Collapse our minds in tangled hair
We'll write our hands in poetry
And paint portraits for our air
Let's live like only artists can
In places no one goes
Like grass in cracks of concrete
Reaching up on tippy toes