PainI am in so much painPain1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It hurts me every single day
A piece of glass for my heart
It too easily comes apart.
Torn by hurtful words that came from you
“Why do I breathe the same air you do?”
My existence wavers on this Earth
Soon will I become one with the dirt?
No one ever seems to notice me
Will I ever be set free?
To be valued and noticed by you
Is all I ever want to do.
But I don’t know how much longer
I can try to reconquer
The space I once held in your heart
While it turns more tart.
With flowers on my grave
This I dare say…
“Keep your trivial love that tears so deep
And my experience I shall keep.
Here I shall say adieu
And become a person anew”
Soul of InkA soul made of inkSoul of Ink2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That once golden thread tied together
It bleeds through this paper thin body
That won’t last forever.
A sharp word tears through you
Like a target hit with a knife.
How much longer, you wonder,
Do I have to live this life?
Words go unheard, screams unanswered,
Trapped inside the cage you made.
All the happy lives walk on by
As you just watch and fade.
Standing up with new found determination
A blank page you put on your face
You let the world color it as it sees fit
And leave the “you” without a trace.
AloneIt is quite funny how something simple,Alone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So simple in both nature and action,
Can make you feel so utterly
Something simple like
Your friends all having time to be together
But no time to be with you.
Something simple like
Your friends smiling and laughing
While you fight the unhappiness inside you
That they don’t seem to notice.
Something as simple as
Not being invited to a party
Because they “exceeded the limit they could invite.”
Something as simple as
Always following behind, one step away
But as you slow to a stop
They don’t turn to make sure you are still okay.
It is quite angering and upsetting
To always have to wonder why.
Why it seems like you aren’t important enough
To keep them company.
Why you will never be good enough
To truly be their friend.
Why you will always be left behind
When you want so much to take part in it.
Why you are always just “average” enough
To never make a lasting impression.
How is one supposed to be
Simple ThingsSimple ThingsSimple Things1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The days pass so quickly,
Emotions felt and forgotten…
Sometimes it is all too easy
To be caught up in it all.
To be caught up in mould
That society wants us to fit into.
To be caught up in the hold
Of “responsibility” and “privilege.”
But what of the setting sun?
Or the stars that shine so bright every night?
Sometimes it’s too easy to say you are done
And just ignore all the simple things of life.
School brings stress and late nights
Caffeine consumed increases, never-ending.
But what about the luminous moonlight?
Or the brilliant hues of the growing flowers?
Why is it that we need to be so caught up
In all these things we call “important”?
I guess it’s not simple to breakup
With things like “routine” and “necessity”.
Don’t we all want to have a little fun?
Don’t we all want to scream and laugh
And lose ourselves in the things we’ve won?
Don’t we all want to feel freed
Scary Monster aNd Nice Spirite EnglishScary Monster aNd Nice Spirite English2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scary Monster and Nice Spirite
We all at some time feel it … this feeling, this sensation, this adrenaline. When we are in danger it is when more it appears and is what it gives us the force to go out of difficulty, all … WE ALL in this world have it, some of them do not develop it, others if, others simply see it as a curse … as I pass to my 3 years ago …
SMn´NS chapter 0
I was in the habit of being a normal girl, any world was saying that it was like an angel … (A nice spirite), was happy nice, sweet, had very good qualifications. My only friend (with the one that had more confidence) to the one that was telling him everything he was Jeff a boy of the same stature blond hair gray eyes, I was a girl of medium stature, chestnut-colored too clear hair, eyes color white honey, teas, many people were saying that my eyes seemed of crystal, that they were so pure, that
The aging processAt five years oldThe aging process2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her eyes so bright
A little girl full of life
She wanted to be a princess
She had so many dreams
There was nothing she couldn't achieve
At ten years old
She didn't fit in
But she still kept her smile
Her clothes were second hand
Skinny because she didn't have the money to eat
That sparkle in her eyes gone
At fifteen years old
Everyone she loved was dead
That smile of hers, yeah that was gone too
She was thrown into a school
With nobody she knew
Her dreams, those died too
Fifteen years of life was all it took
She doesn't laugh
Her dreams are gone
Her eyes haven't sparkled in years
At fifteen years old she's scarred
At sixteen years old, almost seventeen, she's jaded and pessimistic
Forced to think that her life wasn't meant to be
She think she's a mistake
All she can ever do is mess up
She doesn't understand how love works
She doesn't understand how people work
She doesn't know how to open up
Then one day she gets a book
To write her poetry in
At first she sets it asid
Paper HeartI lament each day at different intervals,Paper Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tears flow down my face and patter with a sound like rain,
Some can be seen and others cannot,
But they are always there.
The wind cuts through everyone,
It is chilling to the bone,
But those with one quite near are as so warm,
But me who stands all alone in my dog ear hat.
I walk all alone in my path,
Occassionaly I am graced with other souls,
Yet mine is always so cold,
Till one soul crosses my path at least.
She wanders in with a simple note,
Says simple things in a shy tone,
Yet here I am to guide her,
And she comes to warm my heart.
We talk and we talk,
Forever alone is a thing of the past,
Our hearts are warm and never alone,
Till that dark moment when darkness steals us apart.
I mourn and sob,
The tears do not stop,
I fear deep down in my heart,
That she has left like everyone else.
The next day I walk my path,
Sober and cold,
But then warmth returns,
It is that girl again.
We talk again and cry together,
We spin our tales of misery,
Girl of FleshI am not so human as you think,Girl of Flesh1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a girl of flesh with blood to bleed.
Credit me with greater subtlety;
can flesh approach the winter and the night?
touch the stars and breathe their misty chill?
stand before the ire of men?
My flesh is lightning, hot and sharp.
My blood is the thunder.
Cut me and hear my fury roar volcanic.
I am not so human as you think,
built as I am of word and time.
Dying EmotionsI hurt so badly,Dying Emotions1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like I was stabbed multiple times,
By an invisible blade,
Because you came,
Yet weren't here.
I weep so much,
Because I need you here,
To pull me out of my hell,
And keep me close,
Like a precious gift.
I scream within,
Shouting curses and venom,
Not towards you,
But at everything else,
That keeps us apart.
I hide away,
Because I can't take the cruel words,
When you're not here,
I have no strength,
And I hate my life.
I ache for you,
Because you saved me,
From my own evil self,
And gave me love,
When I least deserved it.
I cry for you,
Because I need you,
I need you here,
By my side right now,
For only you can heal me,
BullyHave you ever wondered,Bully1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
About the bullied girl,
Who was crying,
As she ran down the hall?
Did you ever wonder,
What happened to her,
On the day that she disappeared,
Or did you just laugh it off?
Did you ever care,
About how she felt,
As you fucking teased her,
While she hurt herself?
Did you ever notice,
The cuts on her arms,
And the brusies on her legs,
Wondering where they came from?
Did you ever see,
Those tear filled eyes,
As she walked home,
To another hell?
Have you ever,
Thought of someone else,
Like that girl perhaps?
I bet you haven't,
You fucking Bully.
Profile: Michelle ElricProfile: Michelle Elric2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Full Name: Michelle Trisha Elric
Date of Birth: April 12th, 1921
Occupation: Works as an automail apprentice under her mother, Winry Elric. In the future, Michelle will take over Rockbell Automail.
» Michelle began schooling at age 5, attending a grammar school in Rush Valley. She was very studious yet unsociable, not easily connecting with others.
» Once Michelle finishes grammar school at age 12, she is enrolled in Preston Academy, a private high school in a neighboring town to Rush Valley named Silvermount. Michelle continues filling her schedule to the brim with studies, also continuing to isolate herself from her peers partly because of this.
» At age 16 she withdraws from school to focus her time solely on her automail apprenticeship with her mother.
Race/Ethnicity: 75% Amestrian; 25% Xerxenian
Xingese Zodiac: Rooster
Place of Birth: Resembool, Amestris
AshesAshesAshes2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Rising upon ashes
Rolling upon stones
Living in the rough
But you’ll still grow
They say power is only pain
But you surely have something to gain
The latter is tall
So don’t you fall
It’ll take you a while
To run a mile
So don’t you trip
Pick up every tip
Don’t you sit
For there is nothing to quite
Take a big leap
And reach the peak
The heights of the mountains
The call of wind
Rejoice because you’ve finally won
By, rising upon ashes
And rolling upon stones
Though you were bare and you were broke
100 Truths 100 WordsWhich one do you believe?100 Truths 100 Words4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A truth or a fake
Which one do you use to live?
A word or an act
You said you hate the fake
But you use that mask everyday
You said you love the act
But you use the words to say
100 truths won't have any meanings
If they keep sleeping
100 truths won't get any attentions
If they keep hiding
100 words won't have any meanings
If they just a line
100 words won't get any attentions
If they just to say
DrudgeEveryday I drudge about,Drudge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I go task to task,
Hardly is there a kind reward,
Nor is there a friendly word,
Except from one.
Profile: Aaron ElricProfile: Aaron Elric2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Aaron James Elric
Date of Birth: November 4th, 1919
Occupation: At the moment he has no formal job. In the future, he will work for the State Alchemy Research Program founded by Edward, Alphonse, and Roy.
» Aaron began schooling at age 5, attending a grammar school in Rush Valley. Aaron was always eager to learn, quickly understanding the teachings in class. He made friends easily with his friendly personality.
» Once Aaron finishes grammar school at age 12, he is enrolled in Preston Academy, a private high school in a neighboring town to Rush Valley named Silvermount. Aaron continues to excel in school as well as being popular and friendly amongst his peers.
Race/Ethnicity: 75% Amestrian; 25% Xerxenian
Xingese Zodiac: Sheep
Place of Birth: Resembool, Amestris
Current Residence: Rush Valley, Amestris
History of Residencies:
» Aaron was born i
All in this World I need is...All in this World I need is Love,All in this World I need is...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without Love I am No one, Nothing,
I feel the Need to have someone Close,
To tell me All is Fine and the Nightmare is Gone.
I Need that Warmth and Compassion,
I want and Need that Feeling,
I Completely Desire it,
And yet I'm so Close.
I Feel it and Have it,
But I do not Know,
If who I have it for Shares it,
Yes, they do,
But not as How my Heart Dreamed it,
But some is better than none,
I've learned more about myself.
You said....You told me “friends forever”,You said....11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.
I hate life, It is an Asshole.I hate life,I hate life, It is an Asshole.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is an Asshole.
I hate school,
Because the kids are bullies.
I hate rules,
As they steal my freedom.
I hate my dad,
Because he abandoned me.
I hate my mom's Ex,
He was an abusive prick.
I hate my brother,
He is an annoying bitch.
I hate this Economy,
Nothing good has come out of it.
I hate being positive,
Because it always lets me down.
I hate my heart,
For making me feel so many things.
I hate Liars,
There have been too many in my life.
I hate broken promises,
Because it is like betrayal.
I hate so many things,
Because they all hurt,
But there are things I love.
I love Italy,
The culture is beautiful.
I love video games,
They help me escape.
I love drawing,
I am free.
I love music,
It helps me forget.
I love the nighttime,
Because it is so calm.
I love my cat,
She is soft and warm.
I love my Nana,
She understands me.
I love the internet,
I can be myself.
I love to sleep,
Dreams bring some peace.
I love my Sorella,
I would be gone.
Almost a Scarlett KissAlmost a Scarlett KissAlmost a Scarlett Kiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The first time I met you, I knew you would become the most important person to me.
Every morning I wake up with the illusion of my mind, to reading your words, to see your photos... and when night falls, I can dream once more with you.
I never imagined that an angel like you could talk to me.
I think that you came down from heaven as a blessing in my life.
I love your eyes that reflect all your feelings that I adore.
I love when you touch your lips with your fingers... your beautiful velvet fingers, your scarlet lips even more wonderful. Those lips that I dream to kiss someday...
Every time I see you, a piece of sun lights in my hands.
And it’s because I adore everything in you, I love everything in you.
Though my heart is cloudy because I'm not with you, the light of your eyes always lead me to eternal happiness.
I even think that you are the master of the universe ... or at least my universe.
Your look, your angelic face, your divine smile…
Rain Of ThunderRain Of Thunder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain Of Thunder
I took the gift of light for granted-
Assuming I would always see
But when my world darkened-
My fears took the best of me
And I would give anything
Just to see a spark or a glow
But my faith was also fading
Withering away like my hope
The only sight I had
Was beyond the walls in my mind
But they were just figments from the past
A false savior that I could only hide behind
The shadows were becoming my mask
It was shielding me from living my life
The skies rumbled ominously / Like cries echoing sorrowfully
I felt rain falling endlessly / Like infinite liquid apologies
Reality shed the blackness / The roars fiercely pierced
My eyes ignited the darkness / The heavens suddenly burst
What once was lost
Can also be found
For effects without a cause
Nothing would ever be returned
Our paths will once again cross
For destiny is bound
The lowest of the low-
I have seen
Profile: Maya MustangProfile: Maya Mustang3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Full Name: Maya Emily Mustang
Nickname(s)/Title(s): First Daughter
Date of Birth: December 22nd, 1919
» She began school at age 5, her parents enrolling her in a simple grammar school. Since Ishval was still in the stage of early rebuilding, the school was small and mostly Ishvalan dominated, leaving a lot of discrimination against Maya in the beginning of her schooling that she eventually overcomes. The school was very basic, but Maya was able to study further in her love for reading at home, also picking up knowledge from her parents.
» Once she moves to Central at age 12 when Roy becomes Fuhrer, she is enrolled in an elite private academy primarily for her new high status as First Daughter; however she is also fairly intelligent. The school, Kingston Academy, is for grades 6-12, and Maya is in her junior year (year 11) in the present time of her story.
Race/Ethnicity: 75% Amestrian;
Late AgainLate Again2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jerry was the typical average high school student. He made decent grades just enough to get him through and had some friends. But Jerry had a problem, he would always be late to school. So much that the kids and students even nicknamed him for it. He had been so late he nearly had to repeat a grade for it. But one day, it would be his last time being late.
"Oh jeez why am I always late?" Jerry asked himself racing up into the school. He turned the hallway and raced into his class. The teacher obviously saw him when he came in and handed him a pink slip.
"Here you go, late as usual." She said while Jerry slumped into his desk.
The school day went by fast as Jerry looked at the pink slip. It was from the principal. He was to come to her office directly after school. Which is when he heard the bell ring and the kids head out for home, except him.
"Oh jeez, why me. I'm a good person. Sometimes." He joked to himself making his way down the now empty hallway. "Seems like everyone left in a h