NightmareCold sweat dwellsNightmare5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heart beats thump.
I'm alone in the dark
With demons surround.
I am alone I've been alone,
Ever since you left me.
How I yearn,
For your comfort
And your hugs.
I was safe
When you held me.
I was brave
With you by my side.
Now I am
There is no one
To protect me,
To ease my fear.
I stand alone
In the dark.
The Four Kisses pt 1"You want a kiss, Kix?"The Four Kisses pt 12 years ago in Humor More Like This
The medic of the 501st nearly dropped the bacta pack he was holding as he whipped around to stare at the woman standing in the doorway.
"Do I want a what?," he asked, perplexed.
"A kiss," Samantha said simply as she walked in,"A small, sweet little treat for you."
She hopped up easily on the counter and stilled. He had a feeling that she was watching him expectantly and once again driving him nuts that he couldn't see her eyes. No matter what outfit she wore, there was always a hood covering her eyes. Well, not in formal outfits he had seen her wear, but she did make it so that she had something covering half of her face so that the only thing seen was her lips. Kix had a feeling even under the hoods they'd be seen. They were such a dark red for humans, as well as her skin tone, it was mind boggling to him.
What was even more mind boggling was her offer. A kiss? Where did that come from? She'd never shown an interest in him...unless she kept it to herself. She w
He Died In May.His empty eyes,He Died In May.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Were filled with pain,
And those fragile lips,
Stained with smiles.
There was warmth,
In his touch,
But it always left,
Tendrils of ice.
His musical voice,
Fell like midnight snow.
Each word a note,
In his own requiem.
It was years ago
That I first saw,
All the demons
Nested in his head.
I was arrogant,
That I could save him,
He'd been dead for so long,
A ghost with human skin,
But no one could ever see,
Behind his gentle grin.
Were the last words
He left for me,
On that bitter note.
He died in May,
So many years back,
But they pronounced him dead
Star Wars: Shattered Loyalties Part 1After the Battle of UmbaraStar Wars: Shattered Loyalties Part 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Slick paced but knew staying fit wasn’t going to save him from the inevitable execution. Old habits died hard. Besides, it gave him something to do.
At least the interrogations were over. There would be no more questions about why he betrayed the Republic. He only had a week left to live.
Footsteps hurried down the hall outside his cell. The steel door to his cell gave him more privacy than his last cell, which had a force field door but it also cut him off from the world. The footsteps paused outside his cell.
Slick stopped pacing. What were they doing? He’d been fed less than an hour ago. Had his execution date been moved up? Might as well get it over with.
The door whooshed open. Two clones dressed in the red armor of the guards stood in the doorway. Beside them, a younger clone in prison garb watched the hallway. Since he looked to be about fourteen, Slick guessed he was seven.
Slick squinted. The two guards weren’t watchin
Two WordsHe was eyeing her grumpily. His hands were balled into fists and digging into the table as he tried to keep still as she quietly teased him.Two Words2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She smirked arrogantly and continued to draw her foot across his leg, looking completely cool and collected as she crossed her arms and leaned back into her chair.
The action giving her more leverage to travel.
Her foot moved higher, lazily drawing up until it was at his knee.
Niner tensed. He could see where she was going with this now and immediately he got his knees out of her line. She grinned widely, flashing straight white teeth in his direction.
"What's wrong? Don't trust me?"
"No," he answered just as grumpily.
She laughed again. She was pretty sure he was grumpy because Fi had taken some of his food. He was blaming her because she had entered and made him stop eating for a moment.
Technically then...it was Dinah and Storm's fault. They put her into this garb. A very short shirt that only grabbed and clothed her breasts that had a somewhat
The pains of Life.Have you ever thought about committing suicide?The pains of Life.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you been cutting yourself?
Have you been hating yourself for who you are?
You have been called and suffered many terrible things, haven't you?
Fatso? Gay? Whore? Slut? Ugly? Pitiful excuse for a person? Worthless piece of crap? Faggot? Useless nobody?
Don't let these meaningless words go into your head.
Don't let it take over your heart of pureness.
You are beautiful.
Who cares what size you are?
Definition of faggot: A stack or pile of twigs.
You are not worthless.
If you were one that has been raped, kidnapped or seen or made do terrible things...
I bet you just want to kill those who did it.
Well don't think like that.
It corrupts you.
You are stronger than that.
To suffer such great pain...
It is hard.
But everyone is here for a purpose.
Family, friends, dreams.
You might not see it but...
Many people love you.
They love you with all of their hearts.
I love you.
If you were to go...
A lot of people will miss you.
Blanking Out The Bad DaysI don’t like to keep blanking out the bad thoughtsBlanking Out The Bad Days2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As this means missing out on whole days
In fact weeks, months and years are passing me by
Which tells me this is not just a phase
But that’s not what my loved ones like to believe
They tell me it’s my age and will soon pass
Their turpentine optimism is misplaced
As my future begins to fade like brass
I don’t like to keep blanking out the bad days
But of late I do not have much choice
See anytime someone asks if I’m okay
A tremble can be heard in my voice
Somehow though I always keep it together
Like a jigsaw laid out on a table
But when I am alone I fall to pieces
In a box with a ‘parts missing’ label
I don’t like to keep blanking out the voices
But they question each decision I make
And lure me into troubles as if they’re a puddle
When they turn out to be a lake
That is always just one foot deeper in depth
Than my fragile frame is tall in height
And I know if I keep blanking out th
Lost LoveShe was precious as a flowerLost Love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That had come close to a frost,
Like a bird flying in the wrong direction
That would never admit to being lost.
She was beautiful as a butterfly’s wing
Just catching at the air,
And she’d find her way into your heart
Before you even knew that she was there.
She was tantalizing as a summer breeze
And delicate as lace.
She’d go wherever the wind took her,
And would be gone without a trace.
Alien Species TemplateSpecies NameAlien Species Template5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Planet and Society:
Where do they live?
-on a planet?
-if not, where do they live?
-is it a moon?
-just space in general?
-if they live in space, how do they survive?
-how do they take in nutrients?
-what is their method of propulsion?
What planet does the species live on?
-what is the planet's name?
-what about its sun's name?
-how far away is the planet from its sun?
-how long does it take for the planet to revolve around its sun?
-how many moons does the planet have?
Are there any crises that have occurred that changed the planet's climate?
-what were they/ was it?
-what did it affect?
What is a typical day on this planet like?
-how many Earth hours in one day there?
-how many seasons does the planet have?
-how many months in one of their years?
-how long are their months?
When did life on this planet begin?
-how many billion/ million/ thousand year
How to Love a Broken GirlRemember that she's not okay.How to Love a Broken Girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You already know the answer so
Don't waste your time.
Pretend to care.
It doesn't matter that you
If you lie she'll
Stick around a little longer
For the sake of something
Don't be too careful.
She's not fragile she just
Cries a lot.
Forget to tell her
How you feel.
She'll assume the worst,
But that's okay.
She feels like she
Deserves it anyways.
Call her fat.
(Then say you're joking.)
That way she'll stop eating,
But you won't be at fault because
She can't take a joke.
Go away for a long time
And then carry on like
All she needs is to
Feel like someone cares.
As long as you keep coming back,
She'll keep waiting for you.
Don't worry about it.
She will love you again
At the words,
"I'm sorry dear,
I'm lucky to have you."
People in her family
Don't say it much
i don't need to sell my soul laughing against frost,i don't need to sell my soul2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stylish arsonists + I still
escaping from your lips
Sorrow's SongI needed something to clear my mind.Sorrow's Song8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I needed someone I left behind.
I lost myself inside my Shadows.
Now I’ll never be free.
I thought love would conquer all.
I trust you,
But you let me fall.
Despair took over, and then I knew.
I wasn’t real.
Not to you.
Starlight gleams beyond my window,
But I’m trapped in this world I made.
A place of refuge from all my tears.
Tears I shed for you.
Softly whispers consume my mind.
I look for answers, but all I find
Is shattered pieces of a different time.
Who I was before you.
Little Bird AfraidI was singing my heart out through all of the tearsLittle Bird Afraid2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a bird chirping in sorrow through a waterfall
All of my friends had long since taken to the sky
And with my lungs full of air I sung out one last call
I had spread my wings out as wide as they would go
To show the world there was potential in me
But I was never brave enough to take flight with them
So was unable to become who I was meant to be
Now I will sing my song to the world one last time
In hope that someone just like me will hear my words
May they echo over the mountains and the seas
Until they meet someone’s ear and can be heard
I want to inspire others to live their life full
But in doing so I have to ask myself why
Can I not just begin my journey again
Is it ever really too late to learn to fly?
I’ve always been a little bird inside a cage
With a door that forever remains open wide
I was just too afraid to try and fly away
But now I see that I no longer need to hide
So I will come from the shadows with my bi
don't open, dead insidei'm suicidal.don't open, dead inside1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm emotionally inclined towards death
and the the edge of a bridge.
i wish for pills in my hand and i've
learned to swallow six at once. my
emotions are dead,
i can't cry anymore.
it's eighty degrees this december and
my sweater sleeves are sticking to my skin.
i can't show my arms anymore, so
i cocoon myself in fabrics to
try and hide all my ugly secrets.
the train station is a dangerous place
because sometimes it takes the stern
yell of a police officer to keep me
away from the tracks. i don't want to
kill myself in front of the boy who's
lost his will to live,
but my head is too loud and i can't
hear his screams.
i hate myself and i want to die.
i want to die.
i want to die.
but i sit in my bed and i study, eat, sleep,
wallow in my mistakes and find
excuses to get out of talking instead
of just cutting deep enough or
jumping off the ledge or
kicking the chair or
swallowing the pills.
i hate myself and i want to die, but i won't do anything about it.
An Ode To A SmileOf late there has been something missingAn Ode To A Smile2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From my visage, my mien and my face
My adult self not able to regain
What it is my childhood has misplaced
The absence has become more apparent
And is there for the assemblage to see
But as it did not happen over night
The origin remains a mystery
Could it be the colour and the tone
Of my sallow skin pigmentation
From too many hours indoors alone
And within my imagination
Perhaps I should pierce my ear and nose
Rebel against a faceless system
Or indeed tattoo text upon my neck
Quoting some so-called ancient wisdom
I could iron out all of the creases
Nip and tuck on my pronounced cheek bones
But this would mean erasing my journey
So I might never find my way home
And none of these things in any case
Will ever change the person that I am
Or influence the mood of the others
Like a timely facial expression can
From limbic system to nerve and muscle
To the countenance conveyed on my face
So complex that even Mona Lisa’s mood
Took over four year
Heartbeat of a GhostI sit all alone in the darknessHeartbeat of a Ghost8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Silence surrounds me everywhere
Breathing is the only sound I hear
I continue to sit here pondering nothing
But wait, what’s that sound I now hear?
A new sound fills this room, growing louder
It seems to be getting closer, the rhythm quickens
I look around for the source, but come up empty
I grow scared, fearful of the unknown
But as I listen, I sense a familiarity
I know what the sound is, a heartbeat
But not just any heartbeat, your heartbeat
Could it be possible? How can I hear such things?
Your heart was buried six feet under as was your body
Or was it? Could it be my mind playing tricks on me?
Does my mind long to hear your heartbeat so much?
So much so, that it’s making me hear nonexistent sounds?
Am I missing you more than I think I am?
Am I not really over your death like I thought I was?
Hearing this brings back memories of all those days
When I would lay my head against your chest
And do nothing but listen to your heartbeat
It was p
A Lonely LifeI have proof that love isn’t realA Lonely Life2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And that fate means nothing
Though I did feel my heart breaking
So there must be something
Maybe I’m alone in my thoughts
That love’s worth fighting for
Maybe I’m alone in my dreams
Just as I was the night before
Oh Lord, I don’t need no children
Lord, I don’t need no wife
Please take me now or leave me here
To live out my lonely life
I have proof that love isn’t real
That souls are worth nothing
But I felt my spirit leaving me
While my life was ongoing
Maybe I’m over sentimental
And listen to poets too much
Maybe I’ll believe in what I feel
Not only what I can touch
Oh Lord, I don’t need to smile
Lord, I don’t need no laughter
Leave me here or take me now
To a heavenly hereafter
Imagine....Imagine....3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Imagine . . . a world where we could all be this fat and happy! Where everyone could be satisfied and comfortable just letting it all hang out. All our love and all our creativity would be fostered and would bloom.
No one would have any desire to fight or be better than anyone else. A place full of curiosity and wonder. Where we wouldn't have anything to worry about, no prejudice, no hunger, no unmet need or desire.
I picture a heaven on earth. A place where we could all be comfortable enough with who we are that we wouldn't let anyone put us down. Where no one would want to put us down. A place where we could enjoy life to the fullest!
Can you believe what a joyous place this would be? World peace would be here, and we could all just sit around, eating, cooking, writing poetry, singing, painting, dancing . . .
And we could spend our days enjoying being with each other -- enjoying each others' inner and outer beauty and all the wonders of this earth....
LovePerhaps it’s the sweet taste lingering on his lipsLove2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or the way his fingers are pressed into my hips.
Maybe it’s the kisses brushed over my skin—
I can’t find where his body ends
Or where mine begins.
We are twined together, soft hands and cold feet.
We are joined as one;
I can feel his heart beat.
And the sheets fall around us, silky and slight,
I can see him smile in the fading dusk light.
He holds me like no one has ever held me before:
Like I am precious and beautiful,
like I am vital and pure.
His stormy eyes light upon my face, his fingers knot my hair
And I cling tight to his frame—I need him like the air.
He touches me so softly I might be as delicate as a bird,
And I whisper for the first time
those three simple words.
RapeI did not wear these shorts so you could sexualize my ass,Rape11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I say keep walking I shouldn’t have to ask,
for you to move along and advert your eyes,
which seem to be stuck on my bare thighs,
my skin doesn’t give you the right to hoot and holler,
like some cat prowling in the midnight hour,
and no I do not feel flattered,
when you talk about climbing me like a new bought ladder,
so would you be so kind and advert your gaze,
and dirty comments would you refrain.
My body isn’t here for you to fanaticize,
this isn’t a game with me as the prize,
the skirt I wear isn’t an invitation,
for you to go ahead with your vile recreation.
I shouldn’t be scared to dress as I want,
yet when showing skin you think that I flaunt,
around my body for your eyes to trace,
the pain from you I can never erase,
when your dirty taunts turn to actions,
and you violate me in the lie you call passion.
I shouldn’t have to be bundled in sweaters,
dressed to the neck in all
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught
Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.
Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.
Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts
Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.
It would seem then you are either one way or the other.
There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.
So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.
Because you can never know the person you one day might become.
.when her love left, it left.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the house empty
and she says
i hope one day it'll
come back to me,
cos i don't keep this shotgun
on my front porch for nothin'
Can't Find JoyI stole the smiles from both of my parent’s facesCan't Find Joy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The very same one I was responsible for
On the day I was delivered into their arms
In a cloth, from the beak of a black feathered stork
From the very first day with my very first breath
Though I was not able to speak a single word
It was evident as the nurses bowed their heads
That this boy with the dilated pupils was cursed
Everything I’ve ever grown to love and desire
In one way or another I have now destroyed
Yet still I have the temerity to question
Why it is that I can never seem to find joy
I stole the smiles from both of my parent’s faces
I would do anything at all to give them back
But some wicked actions can never be undone
And some statements I have made I cannot retract
Regardless of the depths that I sank or swam to
Whether I was responsible for what was wrong
My lugubrious mood could always be soothed
With memories of the black feathered stork’s bird song
Every page my trembling hand has ever turned