ImmortalImmortalImmortal10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soft-spoken evidence, an opaque forthcoming,
Day after day, night after night.
Subsistence of an eternal, O so solitary being,
Roaming the air, scavenging an aeonian blight.
Longing for an ending to this perpetual state,
Hollowed, yet stained existence who knows no fatality,
Waiting for the bedding of oneself in the arms of faith,
The answer to this never-ending tragedy.
Come to me. Come to me, dear apogee.
Carry me to my kin, my darling souls with whom I parted ways.
For so long, the torment, the agony.
Lethality, I beg you to take me, I pray.
My sorrowful mind knows no rest,
A storm of imagery, a picturesque collision of souvenirs.
With this curse I once believed I was blessed,
Until my heart desired no more than the soft sting of a spear.
HelHELHel10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ungrounded, floating on the whispers of a memory,
Secretly kindling the tantrums of one’s victory.
Faint yet chaotic render of pure rage tapping, striking,
A symphony of fire, a sonata of the land burning.
Hel is thy mistress, ruling the maddening underworld,
Leisure in your rotting vessel, a ritual for the undefeated Gods.
Hel, gazing upon your flesh, your tormented world.
Calling upon thy reclining faith from a river following the odds.
Yet still ungrounded, still balancing on the edge of a ripping tapestry.
An emblazing relic digging in your palm, between blood and atrophy,
Runic treasures and charms hidden under your broken armor,
Hailing her Cimmerian name, at last lifting the valiant Hammer.
DementiaDementiaDementia2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You there, in the corner
Dark eyed phantom, maniacal sweetheart,
Trumping in my head like a frantic hammer.
The squall, echoing in my ripping soul,
Vibrating in my lungs in a whole new laughter.
I see you as you are,
But you've been told otherwise,
Yet my eyes can see the shadows in yours,
the child that once was, lost in the agony,
of a tomorrow you think would never be.
You're still smiling at me,
exhuming the warmth of a blissful memory,
I want you to be free again, blessed again
And enjoy the bright path leading you,
To the moment your existence brightens this rotting world.
Despite the heaviness of your past, you still walk tall and brave,
Admiration from my heart to yours,
Forever will remain,
Because real giants are those whose who will always grin,
And you are one of them, my friend.
That madness in you mind is strength,
That softness in your pupils is life,
You there, in the corner,
With your disturbed, prodigious smile
And intriguing, perfect dementia.
HollowI'm hollowed to the marrowHollow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Torn apart by this constant wind of emptiness,
My eyes seeking for the answer of a better tomorrow,
The malevolence of a disapearing bliss
Gripping the infinity of a starless night
Lost in a sphere of never ending torments
Riving the scale of an excruciating moroseness.
Struggle and despair you carry
Euphoria and passion you exult,
While I can share nothing but a gap
Attached to a breeze
Falling into nothingness
Fatigued by the time flowing
Hollowed to the marrow
RemembranceRemembranceRemembrance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a time,
A time where my thoughts were flowing,
Dripping in a river of dreams,
As clear as the water,
As vivacious as the torrent.
A time when my smiles were true,
Unbroken by words of sorrows,
Bright and warm as a living light.
I've lived in times were men would sing,
An harmony of hopes,
A symphony of life.
They made promises that soon went blank,
And my smiles perished with them,
Laughter covered by a ravaging anguish.
But the dreams, I've seen them from afar,
Therefore I will keep running,
Before this time goes by.
I amI am not the sun nor the stars,I am9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the breach in the land, a fracture in the clarity of your path,
The rapture of your kin, a well-defined and eternal scar
The soft meadow trembling under the skies of your wrath.
I am not fragility nor peace,
I am the tingling tear crossing your cheek,
The vivid affection that so easily decrease,
The numbness, the void that for a moment you will seek.
I am not the ashes nor the flame
I am the hope for your care, the fear of your lecture
The seeker of truth, yet the child of your blame
The teasing grace you will consume with a fading pleasure.
I am not expendable nor granted.
I am here.
The EndThe endThe End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Digging the grave of the short story that is your life
Rambling the worms around your trembling knees.
In the frozen land you will bury you own mind,
That soiled memory of a character you once were.
And in the meadow of forgotten hopes,
Wrapped in the foggy gray cloak of the bitter morning,
You float through the vast harmony of Earth,
That you will no longer reach with your stone-cold hands,
Nor see with your dark veiled eyes.
But do not despair, fool,
For those who swallowed your words like honey-wine,
Will remember to follow the trail you left behind,
That same path you were once led into,
Before closing your eyes on the marvels laying upon you.
FighterThere is a tear in the corner of my eye that bears your name,Fighter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of your voice, the roughness of your grip.
The bruises on my wrists remind me of your chains,
The kindle in your stare, the elicit grin living on your lips,
The sudden rapture of my reliance on you.
My eyes are the ocean and my stomach is a void,
My mind is the storm raging, and my fists the iron burning.
I am the lie you want to cover, the memory you want to erase,
I am the enchanting glance you feared to adore,
The maddening thirst you didn't forbid to clench.
And I still walk tall, and proud, and brave.
For I am the Seeker of dreams, the soldier of sweet desires.
And for those who kept on denying me the sword,
Hear me roar and defy your mockery
For I am the Fighter you created between your perverted palms.
Betrayal of a GiantThe birth of a God,Betrayal of a Giant2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drawing a path of saffron jewels and nymphs,
covering the bloody land unfolding under his feet,
The static pulse of cheering in his ears,
Those who feared and hid for so long,
Pounding in his chest as he celebrates,
As he rejoices for his well deserved faith
Let if evolve, let it pray
Then let it burn, let it drag
The birth of a tyrant,
The one who carried their world on his shoulders,
Adored for a day, massacred the next,
Sincerely believing in the flames of their eyes,
The praises they sang for his simple breaths
Crushed under their unworthy, viscous words,
Stabbed by the arrogance of their thirst.
The death of a story,
And another will sit on his golden throne,
Drowning in the love of those he once fed,
He will stand, and build and share,
Until another giant enters the arena.
This is how Gods live and die,
This is the circle that will forever remain.
And they will live through the pages,
Teaching us their sordid lessons of humility.
But history is eagerly forgott
In Your Eyes:Chap 1A mountains TrailIn Your Eyes:Chap 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke where at the bridge where they met everyday for training and missions, as usual Kakashi-sensei had yet to show up, so to buy time Naruto and Sasuke had begun arguing. Well it was more like a one-sided argument, Naruto would boast something and Sasuke would just ignore him, Naruto began to get irritated that Sasuke wasn't even returning a single movement, or anything. He just stood there arms crossed and a scowl across his face.
"Grr…well fine then, if you're Mr. I-don't-give-a-shit, let's try this! I'm going to jump off Hokage Mountain, and no ninjistu, kitsune no kitsune, or anything to help me from crashing to my death." Sakura was all cheers that Naruto would rid himself of pestering her and her precious Sasuke-kun, but to her disappointment Sasuke actually responded to the threat.
"Ok then, but I get to watch."
"Dobe." Naruto puffed up and stomped off towards the mountain, Sasuke following his every step. When Naruto h
StormtrooperA sentinel stands readyStormtrooper2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A man armoured in white
A silent solemn figure
On guard against the night.
(He's young, so young
And his world was poor
He'd never had
This much food before.)
The helmet is forbidding
A stern and mighty mask
It makes him one of many
All doing the same task.
(He's not paid much
Or so some would say
But those back home
Will not starve, today.)
For his Emperor's laws
Resolute and unflinching
Devoted to the cause.
(They told him things
A rallying cry
They taught him that
All Rebels must die.)
Together they are faceless
An endless stream of men
One falls? He's but a number
A place to fill again.
(He's young, so young
And he won't get old
For lies, he'll die
Doing what he's told.)
SxN: Love At First Kiss Ch.1WARNING: The following fanfiction contains boy x boy. If you don't like it then please go else where. If you do like it then please enjoy.SxN: Love At First Kiss Ch.15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All character are copyrighted to their rightful owner; Masashi Kishimoto.
How could have this happened. One minute I'm in a fight with my best friend and next I'm pinned against the wall. Those dark eyes of his staring directly into my watery blue ones. His face moving closer and closer as I held my breath. I could not move nor talk. Finally our lips then met. This was wrong. We are both males. So why...? Why was I liking this feeling?
School started like it did every day at Konoah boarding school. The girls always drooling over the most popular boy in class; Sasuke Uchiha. Every other boy including myself always left jealous or envious of his girl catching skill. For some reason though, even with the massive amount of girls after him, Sasuke never once dated any of them. I asked him about it once before at lunch and he came back w
HeartacheThere's a reason whyHeartache1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
both my heart and my gun
have empty chambers baby,
and it's you.
Dreaming Of TearsDreaming Of Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dreaming Of Tears
Weakened to the very core
I can't endure this anymore
I'm going to black out
And be transported to a realm
Where my screams don't make a sound
Hate keeps me bound while I leave my fears to drown
I loath the days without rest
I despise the nights of endless stress
Though I can't settle for anything less
Because lower than this is death
It's like living and sleeping within tortuous realities
Even though I'm unconscious- there is no such thing as rest for me
No one knows how powerful my dreams can be
No one knows all of the graphic images I've seen
Dive into the ocean! / Swim through the thorns!
Let your pain open! / Allow your skin to mourn!
The memories start to fill
Then time stands still
A level of this kind of guilt
Is more than enough to kill
I don't know whats worse- my dreams
Or all of the secrets that I keep
It's hard to believe
This is what I call 'sleep'
In these impure waters
I bathe in the pools
Those of a coward
PiercingsPiercings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like art on a canvas -
Once empty and new -
These beautifully harsh silvers
Have been attatched to
Me. The metallic fibres glint, glimmer
Against the rising sun,
Portraying to untruth
What, with my life, I have done.
They can become frosty orbs,
Or lukewarm - they match my entirety
To the finest detail, utter my life
In the truest tale.
These beautiful works of art
Become what I am, in
My mood, temperature, stance
In life. They match the words on
I am decorated in an expression of myself,
Who I am, what I mean...
These piercings are quite simply
More than they seem.
Self Harm, my storySelf harm...Self Harm, my story5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Oh is so beautiful, wonderful even. You feel the bade or the flame, or whatever and you just sigh in relief. Oh how fucking awesome is this? To become addicted to seeing your own blood. To come to need the pain to feel alright. You become like a chain smoker that needs his nicotine and without it, he's just a jumpy mess.
But that is everyone else. I'm a cutter myself and the blade is so nice.
The first cut is always the shallowest and over time, you go deeper and deeper; seeing how far you can go. Then you just dig and dig, needing to see how much blood can flow.
But you can't forget the scars, that begin to appear. Over time it becomes a collection. At first you hide the scars; long sleeves for me. Then for some reason you tell someone, then some more people until you have a small group that knows. Why you tell? I don't know...
Then you start getting help. Why? I don't know.
But the scars are still there.
And eventually you start getting better.
But the scars are s
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
These wristsThese wristsThese wrists2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have been bloody bare
For too long.
That sweet nectar.
But do I satisfy
If I do
You will not know.
No one will know.
Not this time.
Madness.The walls are closing in.Madness.2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Its getting narrower.
The light barely shines through the window.
Everyone else has left you.
And you wonder to yourself.
Am I mad? Or has the world gone to shit?
And it makes you see things differently.
Knowing your a dead man walking.
In your darkest hour.
Your all alone.
Nobody shall hear you scream you wont be able to see the ones you love ever again.
Your only friends are the knife and the voices inside your head.
Theyve always been there when people haven't.
And there always so right.
Madness...These days.Is normality to you.
And the end is soon...Its your last days on earth.
You shall vanish like ash in a fire without a peep.
Self Harm IICut on my leg, blood on my wrist.Self Harm II6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Towel beneath me, scissors in my fist.
I hold my breath and gasp in pain.
Blood falls, in a crimson rain.
Strawberry gashes all over my wrist.
Its out of love, that I do this.
Hide my pain, under a scarf.
And tomorrow Ill pretend to smile and laugh.
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
Self HarmSelf Harm4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I admit it. I self harm. I know what you all think, and the answer is no, I don't do it for attention. I do it for a sense of control. I do it so I don't have to feel the emotional pain anymore.
Many people think that it's easy for self harmers to stop, but newsflash: it's not. The first cut is always the shallowest, the wondering, the curiosity. The first cut is the one that's the most dangerous. Because that first cut is the one that's going to make you addicted.
And believe me, you will get addicted. Because when you make that first 'innocent' slice across your skin, the short-term relief that comes with it will leave you in ecstasy. I'm not trying to make you think that self harm is glorious in any way, because it's not. The scars that come with it become so annoying that you wonder why you ever self harmed in the first place. You get mad at yourself, since you can't wear short sleeves anymore. And then that anger at yourself turns into more self harming.
Nothing More PerfectNothing More Perfect3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two lives so apart
But I'll never forget
There's nothing more perfect
Than the day that we met.
I still feel the scars
But love you all the while
There's nothing more perfect
Than the way that you smile.
You blush when I'm near
But you cannot disguise
There's nothing more perfect
Than the glow in your eyes.
Because of your friendship
I finally see
There's nothing more perfect
Than what you did for me.
A Guide to Self HarmWhat is self harm?A Guide to Self Harm8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Self harm/Self Injury (SH/SI) is when an individual causes harm or inflicts injuries to their body deliberately. The most common forms of self harm include cutting yourself, burning, or hitting yourself or other objects to cause pain to yourself, pulling out hair and overdosing on tablets.
Its a common misunderstanding that self harmers are suicidal and this is not always the case!! Self harm is not always related to suicidal feelings but there are some self harmers who self harm as a way to stop themselves killing themselves but theres other self harmers who self harm to NOT kill themselves and are not related to killing themselves, infact, youll find a lot of self harmers use first aid on their injuries.
Why do people self harm?
There are many reasons why people self harm and not everyone do it for the same reason. I will outline the main reasons that I self harm but note that not everyone self harms for these reasons, some may have