A Polished White SinkA Polished White Sink:
If I had to call this world a blessing;
I think I'd say 'I find it damn depressing.'
You might think I'm stupid from how I'm dressing,
But this is just the heart I feel like wearing.
I see street corners and absent youth;
Don't pretend you don't ever see the night.
Cause when it turns dark, the maggots start crawling;
Looks like God decided to shut out the light.
I can warm my hands on fire and watch the people go,
They don't know who I am, I just go with the flow.
I see streets that seem empty, clogged to the brink;
But that's the reality deep beneath the sink.
It looks clean on the outside, polished porcelain white,
But inside of the pipes are what you keep out of sight.
Yet they're already straining and distorted with strain;
Soon the flood water comes flowing, wash away with the rain.
-Unofficial release from Chen Yuan Wen, 8th April 2013
Invisibletake a deep breathe and count to ten .Invisible2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
what just happened ... will never happen again .
your hands start to tremble; the sink is cold .
you tell yourself you are strong; you are bold .
don't look in the mirror and stare .
this isn't right ... this isn't fair .
don't think about it too much, or you'll go insane .
tears and blood make their way down the drain .
what just happened ... to me ?
why do you feel so gross and dirty ?
feeling so worthless and wasted .
so unloved , abandoned, and tasted .
having given them everything, every part .
why did they turn, and break your heart ?
shattering every piece, leave you broken .
every sense of joy and pride ... forgotten .
you thought you could trust them .
instead they left their black and blue emblem .
so take a deep breath and count to ten .
what just happened ... will never happen again .
you're safe now; stay with me
you're safe now ... stay with me
suck up your tears, and act your age .
you're not some animal, in some cage .
hold it in,
In the interests of transparencyIt's clear to seeIn the interests of transparency1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
that I'm as fragile
as glass -
and every time
that you look through me;
I crack up.
harmonizei'm built on broken bones and metronomesharmonize3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
her alto trills, his hollow tones
a second verse she'll never know
so sweet and sweet and down we go
the cords stretch and scratch but never match
the off beat tears he'll surely catch
the droplets lead a song of their own
recorded on heartstrings, a song i know
his words they ring and the hurt they bring
it's been so long but i choose to sing
and maybe he'll hear the music we make
( it's been so long but i choose to break. )
DelusionH-hey guys... Zet here.Delusion2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I totally forgot what I wanted to write here, before you decide to read one of my poor fanfics.
This one is pretty messed and to be honest- that's how I feel most of the time. Red is kind of OOC but that's not an accident. Overthinking things really messes up your mind and makes you OOC. I know it.
Anyway, it's my first one-shot I ever uploaded. I had no beta reader so it's really poorly written; please don't laugh at meeeeeeee;;;; but if you wish to point out any typos or grammar mistakes (I'm sure there's at least a million of them in this fic), I'd be very grateful if you do that!
There's a lot of my mental shortcuts, I tend to do a lot of them... Sometimes I'm scared of them, hehe;;; I know it can make understanding what I write harder, but I tried really hard to fix it.
Also, to avoid questions- Kanto and Johto share their Champion, so basically, when Green/Red/Gold defeated the Champion, they were the new Champions of both regions
I Am That HouseThe moon is out of tune, chords of discord screech and sighI Am That House1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
I’m blown by the winds of change like a leaf, helpless
The stars have all gone mad, they gallop across the sky
Like a herd of wild creatures chased by the day
Sun and moon, they rise and fall in fast-forward motion
The hands of the clock swing wildly around its face
I’ve brought nothing to the table, I stand naked at the feast
Hoping hungrily for a scrap from those who eat
An old house whose paint has long been weathered away
Stands silently waiting for the bulldozers to come
Burned by summer sun and chilled by winter moon
Windows break as night plays leapfrog with the day
A leaf, a house, inside, outside; what do I speak of?
The lines are not harmonious, they trip over themselves
The confusion and discord paint the proper picture
Nothing is in coherent form; the world is flat, with monsters at its edges
(Do you feel anxious, unsatisfied, a little confused?
Here, take two of these, they’ll help calm you.
MAGE: Drabbles Set 1-4MAGE: Drabbles Set 1-42 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The green haired girl just stared back into the boy's empty eyes; she can very well not read him in any way possible. She began to understand the boy's stance with words and labels, or formulate a conclusion that would satisfy her at least. He was formal and passive and relied heavily on words as opposed to her, who relied on emotion and face value. This intrigued her; he was a mystery she couldn't let go. It takes a lot to drown her optimism and it certainly takes a lot to silence her yet it only took a boy holding out candy to do both. She stared down at the candy with a blank look as if holding back whatever sea of emotion she's been fighting for the longest while. Without any word she went beside him and signaled that she will quietly follow all the while without meeting his gaze. It was only now after spending such time with this peculiar boy did she realizes that she was too scared to be alone.