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Insanity on DrugsI'm crazyInsanity on Drugs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brain thinking just one word: Whoa.
I'm going, finally gone
I'm getting high
I see you through the darkening haze
You hold out your hand to me
We've both lost our minds
Both out of this world
So come with me
And we'll dance together
In the roaring flames
That are black and blue
With my unconscious rage
Floating on water
Blazing in fire
I want to scream
Tear my heart out
As the waves climb
Higher and higher
We can't escape
There's a snowstorm
In my mind
It's cold as the needle
And white as the powder
If life is but a dream
How can there be reality
Those fine lines
Between truth and lies
Blur and wash away
Until everything is based
Solely on the level
Of my insanity.
Everything's so icy sharp
I can finally
And yet what I see
Is it reality
Or just an illusion
Of my insanity?
I feel like I'm finally alive
Flying 200 miles per hour
Abuse"Are you sure about this?" He asked, and I just nodded in reply. As of late I had been talking less; just taking to normal gestures to replace the words that could have been spoken. Over the past year that I have known the guy he seemed more like a brother than most; even if he wasn't apart of our gang.Abuse3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I need to. I pay what money I can, but it's not enough. I need more of it, and this is the fastest, most officiant way to get the money I need." It had been a year since I started, and the year had taken its toll on me. I was addicted; I knew it; I wasn't going to do anything about it. There wasn't anything that I could not when the drug had its hold on me like it did.
"There are other ways-" He began before breaking off when I flashed him a look. He should know not to carry on when the subject came to what it was now.
"Other ways would take longer, and I don't have time to take."
"I won't steal unless I have to. I've told you this."
"I know." There he goes with th
From Drugs To I Love YouShe's not a nymphoFrom Drugs To I Love You7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She just likes it
She's not a whore
She's just dates shit
She doesn't sleep around
Not her fault that she's drunk
She never cheats
Cuz it's easier to dump
Well I got her now
And I'm hangin on tight
I got her attention
And I'm doin all right
At keepin her around
And keepin her straight
So what if sometimes
She's four hours late
Well it's time to meet the folks
And laugh at all of their jokes
They act like they don't know
But they're used to this game and show
Now it's gettin dark
She's walkin alone
It's way too silent
To pick up her phone
She said, It's not my fault
That you're just so damn clingy
I can't say it's not my fault
So that's what I'm singing
Cuz I got her now
And I'm hangin on tight
I got her attention
So far doin all right
At keepin her clean
And keeping her sober
But she's behind my back
When the party's over
I... can't... control her no-ow
I... can't... just can't figure ow-out
Why... I... don't leave her alo-one
Why... I... need her to kno-ow
That I lo
DruggieLoveDruggie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a drug
That you can't find
Through your friends
On the streets
Is a drug
That can't be
You can't just go to the
And expect to walk out
Is a drug
You get hooked on
But there's no
To make it
Is a drug
Unlike any other
It's not the
Sooty kiss of a cigar
Icy iron caress of a razor
Cool touch of chemical pills in your throat
Is a drug
Rain of a cloud
Heat of the sun
Bark of a tree
Wings of a butterfly
Is a drug
You don't want to
Because without it
What will you do?
When you were never aware of starting
How do you stop?
Is a drug
The Devil's Shot Glass - III ~ C H A P T E R - I I I ~The Devil's Shot Glass - III6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I listened with baited breath as Kadajs cell phone started to ring. The silver-haired boy flashed me a smirk, the phone pressed casually against his ear as he knelt across from me. As I watched him, I prayed over and over again in my head: please, Rufus, dont pick up. Dont answer the Goddamn phone. There was no telling what the President would do when he found out what was happening. I knew Rufus would never surrender Jenovas head to these bastards. Hed rather see me die than even consider doing that. It wasnt personal at all, just business. One Turks life wasnt worth the fate of the entire planet. I wouldnt hold it against him if it all came to that.
I was willing to die for my job, just as my father did.
Kadaj drummed his fingertips
My Addiction: YouBetter than marijuanaMy Addiction: You7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Better than cocaine
My sweet addiction
Is the only way I keep sane
Easier than injections
Easier than taking pills
I just look at you
I love how my addiction feels
More effective than alcohol
More effective than tobacco
I've never thought of quitting
It's just something I don't want to let go
Stronger than ecstacy
Stronger than heroin
You are my one and only drug
My greatest and worst sin
DenialTo hide a secret from the world is painfulDenial3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hide a secret from yourself
The title nothing but denial
For I don't know if this thought is really a secret
For I beg these lies to cover my mind
To blind my senses
To the feelings
Break them down
And erase them from my mind
While they are rare
The moments they arrive are never forgotten
Each one added to the file cabinet
The fate disgusts me
Yet it is there
A horribly loving truth
The beautiful thing I want to disappear forever
Yet when I see you
I start to believe
That maybe this terrible creature inside me is beautiful
And all it wants is love
And for a moment the battle disappears
Until, slapping myself, I refill my head with society's propaganda
Beauty is Drugs-MetaphorBeauty is drugs. Our body's crave for it. The more we get, the more we want. Beauty makes us feel good. Makes us feel on top of the world. Like we're better than everyone else.Beauty is Drugs-Metaphor6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
We spend all our money on beauty products, like druggies splurge their money on drugs. Are we any different than them? Are we any more sane than them?
But when someone with more comes along, you know that you must beat them down. Just like drug dealers have their shootouts, we have our put-downs.
Beauty causes jealousy. This monster of envy causes us to spit vile at the other person. Their tears reveal the real person inside and you feel on top again.
Drugs kill people. So does beauty. Overdose of drugs kills people medically. Overdose of beauty kills people mentally. They forget who they are. They forget their friends, their family. They don't know their future, or remember their past.
Mirrors are the same as needles. They both allow the harmful substance to enter the body, the mind. Until the person
Pretty LiesHoney, don't worry about these cigarettes burnsPretty Lies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No really, the pills will fix it
And if the pills fail I know the weed will work
Baby, don't worry about these burns
From the hot metal on a lighter
They aren't you're fault
I'm the one that did it, right?
Darling, don't worry about these scars
It was just one night a while ago
When a forty proof bottle of vodka
Proved to be too much
Dear, I think it's best you forget me
Because the drugs and alcohol took over long ago
Please just save yourself
Before you follow my footsteps.
One Human, One Spark 57Night.One Human, One Spark 572 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wheeljack stood tensely in the main hangar, aware that everyone else had retired to their berths—even Ratchet, oddly—and that left him alone with the three humans slumbering on the couches. Which left him alone to his brooding thoughts that never ever stopped. He was confused, he felt like he had no identity, and the worst of it?
He didn’t want to be here anymore.
He was ready to go back to the Decepticons. Where he belonged. He touched the red symbol stark on his chassis. He had taken this symbol for a reason. He had killed countless Autobots before. And, the crux of his curious relationship with the Autobots—Bulkhead. He knew he had killed Bulkhead, without a shadow of a doubt. He had blown the mech to pieces, seen the parts fly, felt the heat of the explosion. The moment stood so STARK in his processor. And the satisfaction.
Then why did one human’s words make him second guess what he knew as fact?
When the door to the base opened up a crack, Whe
Cretaceous Roulette, part 3Cretaceous Roulette, part 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stephanie sat down hard on the ground, the realization of what had happened washing over her like a wave. It was several seconds before she was able to speak. "Karl," she said finally, "do you remember all of the times I've said that traveling to the Cretaceous isn't like Jurassic Park?"
"Yes," said Karl. "Did you change your mind? Are you saying you think Ahiga and the others were eaten?"
"No, I still think what I've said before," said Stephanie. "But I've also started to think that maybe it could be like another movie." She wondered if she needed to say any more. Karl was already familiar with the story of Oliver Speagle, and what movie had inspired him to put his time-travel mechanism into a DeLorean.
"For years I've been saying people shouldn't get their science education from movies, but there's another side of the story that I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten how often science fiction can turn
Forgive MeForgive Me8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you mad at me?
You have every right to be
After all, I gave up
I let them beat me
My best efforts were for null
I wasn't strong enough you see
Are you mad at them?
Since it was me they had to condemn
I needed help and they mocked me
I was in pain and they kicked me while I was down
They all had refused to see
The kind of person I had tried and failed to be
No one stepped forward to try to save me
Are you sad?
Oh please don't be
For now I am finally free
I know this will never be a perfect remedy
Please forgive me.
The 69th Annual Hunger Games (Part 25)Suddenly my eyes flicker open and I hear someone yelling. I sit up and wince. My whole body aches. I try to focus my eyes, and a blurry figure is wandering crazily over my vision. I blink a few times and I can just make out a boy with bright orange hair running around and yelling at the top of his lungs, pursued by another tall boy. My eyes snap open fully.The 69th Annual Hunger Games (Part 25)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Games! Nerroe! Yanner! Skaye! Oh no... No no. Skaye's dead. She didn't deserve to die. My breath catches. I touch Harla’s hairclip.
“Yanner?” I say. My voice is shaky and barely audible. I clear my throat and try again.
“Yanner? What's going on?” I ask.
He turns around at the sound of his name. His eyes are unfocused. He lunges for me and grabs my arm. Spit dribbles down his chin and his tongue lolls half out of his mouth.
“They want me!” he screeches.
“I-I-” I stammer, scared by the tightness of the grip he has on my arm.
“No! You can't do that! Why won't you help me?&
Pure EcstasyPure Ecstasy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I balance the pill in my hand.
It's small and very light.
No bigger than my pinky nail.
All white. No decorations.
No little comforting heart paints this pill
I put it on my tongue.
Instantly bitterness fills my mouth.
I grimace and swallow it with a quick
a sip of good ole aqua.
The waiting begins. I wait.
And wait some more.
The suspense begins to drive me batty.
When will I begin to fly,
with the others around me?
I can see they're as high as kites right now.
There's more than the wee snack,
I had indulged in, not even an hour ago.
Marijuana, cigarettes, LSD.
Liquor, Water, Orange Juice.
Lollipops, Pixie Sticks, Candy Necklaces,
Stuffed Animals, Little Backpacks, Goggles
Glitter, Hair Dye, Eyeliner.
Hugs, Kisses, Dancing
Strobe Lights, Fog, Glowsticks.
Neon Greens, Florescent Oranges, Pulsing Reds,
It's all around me swirling and twirling.
It hits me suddenly.
A pinpoint right in my chest.
My heart starts to accelerate.
I take a deep breath.
Avoid Panic. Stay Calm.
You don't w
Attention 2Attention is a drugAttention 22 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And you're a druggie
When boys touch you
But when it was happening,
Never telling them to go away
Enticing and wooing
But then you started crying
that they were too touchy
when it was your fault anyways
Using the excuse after excuse
"I'm just being nice"
Last time I checked
Being nice was different from flirting
Now I'm all out of things to say
And all thats left are 4 hills,
Extending from my arm
Split by a skyscraper...
SuFin: Vivid Colours"Peter, have you seen your father?"SuFin: Vivid Colours5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Uh huh! He's upstairs painting. But he won't let me see it."
Tino laughed, "Well, you know how those artists get," he placed his hand on the boys head and stroked his hair lightly, "I'll go see if he's nearly finished."
"'kay mama!" Peter bubbled absentmindedly. All of his attention was on his favourite cartoon that was playing on the TV; Spongebob Squarepants. He didn't notice his motherly figure cringe before leaving to find Berwald.
There was a light tap on the door. Berwald lifted his head from the canvas before him and looked up, "Hm?"
Tino opened the door carefully, smiling at the sight of his husband, "There you are. Peter told me you were painting." Berwald nodded, holding up his paintbrush enough for Tino to see it. Tino walked over gingerly, "So can I see?"
"Well, how unfinished is it?"
"'m still paintin' family."
"Family?" Berwald wasn't shielding the canvas as he usually would when he didn't want his painting to b
TG Captions: Gamer GirlTG Captions: Gamer Girl7 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Your really exited. It's the only time this week you have to go into the game shop in your city. You've also been saving up for this game you've wanted for ages. You go there. You see the game. It's the last in stock. You get more exited because it turns out it's a super rare edition of it where as you play as a woman instead of a male. Being a Young Geeky Male, this exits you. You rush home and pop the disc in your PS3. You couldn't find a controller other than the pink one the game came with. You lay your body over the couch. You select the game and it starts. You can't wait to enter.
The game takes you to the main menu. It says that this game is for 18+ only. Considering your 16 and don't obey the rules, you continue. You're taken to a designing section where you can design the main heroine. You start with the age. You put in 21 because that's a good age. You now have become 21 but you don't know that. You then select the hair. You say Black and
CrashedAnother Sunday morning, waking up to a piercing light causing my head to feel as if it were going to explode. "Ugh . . . what happened last night?" Yep, that's the first thing I tend to say in mornings like this. Usually followed by "Who the hell are you?" Another drunken night, taking home a random woman I met at ChupaCabra's. It's been like this for . . . two years? I can't even remember. The days have seemed to blend together together lately. Where I've been, what I've done it's sort of a blur.Crashed3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I stood, not exactly caring that I was naked, and walked to the living room of my small apartment. Father kicked me out of the manor a year ago. Soul hooked me up with his old place when he moved in with Maka.
I opened the door to the fridge, shivering as the cold air hit my naked body. "Empty. As usual."
The blonde I had spent the night with came out into the living room, smiling as she leaned in the door way just as naked as I was. "Morning, sugar"
"Put some clothes on." I tossed
Operation Gilmore-Chapter 7Operation GilmoreOperation Gilmore-Chapter 75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I was born in Soviet Russia," Issac started, his face looking grim, "on a little farm-like plot of land. My family weren't farmers, we were butchers. But we raised out own livestock. My father...was always angry at something. I never knew what it was, but apparently it made him really mad. Because he would come home in a furious mood. He would usually take it out on the cattle and pigs, bashing their heads in or chopping off their heads way before they needed to be, but sometimes...he took it out on my mother and I."
"He hit you...?"
"On a good day....if I was lucky." he answered, before starting again, "More often though, I wasn't lucky. He beat me senseless, and sometimes he would make sure I didn't eat for weeks. Once...I spilled a tub of milk when I was eight, and when he found out, he ripped all my clothes off and made me sleep outside in the snow. I'll tell you man....Russia in the winter is cold. -14 degrees....at least. My mom
From Me, To MeFrom Me, To Me11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see the way you look at me,
I see you look away,
I see that fear inside of you,
I hear the words you say.
I know you hate me deep inside,
I feel your burning glare,
I know you like the pain I'm in,
I know you know I care.
Why do you like to me writhe,
And twitch, and flinch, and cry?
Why can I not be rid of you?
How can i close your eyes?
Why can't you just stop all the lies,
and let me open my own eyes?
I am now part of your disguise,
I pray that you will close your eyes.
Tearing open facial chasms,
Breaking forth the blue,
Seeing only pain and lies,
It seems that I
druggy boogieYou dont even know what Im cut withdruggy boogie6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What mixes and matches your dealing with
Come on babe swallow me, swallow me whole
Drink faster, we have got to roll
You dont know whats in this trip,
Or where I have led you
Close your eyes, drink faster, weve go to roll
And bounce and fly, you dont know what Im cut with
So dont even try to sing a lullaby
To the deaf ears of rhyme,
The poppies will lull us to sleep
In the middle of the street
The farther we leap
The greater the heat
You dont even know what Im cut with
How many lives Ive saved and waste
You sure you want a taste?