misdirectedI’mmisdirected2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trapped back in time like
a sinner on something sweet;
don’t ask me to move on
kaleidoscope eyes never knew left
from right. I’m different, I’m different;
bleeding white and crying black and
flying out in a storm with paper wings)
I fell in love with a broken idol--
bruised throat and splintered fingers,
the most beautiful shade of purple
to ever fade out. He never knew
maybe I’m dumb.
maybe I forgot the way the world spins backwards
and that happy endings only come from fairytales
rewritten so that children can fall asleep.
in all my years I never quite learned
how to disappear completely,
this sickly escapism justified by the
promise of all my missing pieces:
a runaway’s prayer on shooting stars,
oh, please just take me
Before I Can Become a WriterThink. Think. Think some more.Before I Can Become a Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Think so much you stop sleeping;
Insomnia feeds from thought and
A lack of dreams which leave you
Lying awake in the middle of the
Night as the darkness of reality sets in.
Observe. Observe. Observe the sun
Rising as it greets you with a smile.
Observe through tired eyes, other tired
Eyes. Silently examine them walking,
Talking, going through the motions;
They will never watch you back.
Listen. Listen. Listen to the sound of
Your loneliness from losing friends you
Never really grasped properly. Hear
Her obsessing over herself and her life
Because quite honestly, no one else has
Ever been depressed or anxious or alone.
Revel. Revel. Revel in your loneliness;
Drink tea, read books, watch the rain
Pouring down while the world outside is
Separated by a thin sheet of glass. Revel
In movement; dance around the house with
The music turned up and your heart shut off.
Feel. Feel. Feel your heart beating. Feel
The rough, textured bark of the tree’s skin.
GoodbyeI want to mutter a million things,Goodbye1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
but they’re catching in my throat
And my heart is heavy in my chest,
with a weight that holds a heavy load
This weight is not a pound of gold,
but rather a pound of worthless rocks
And now I’m spitting bits of gravel
as I try to talk
Sunset - Chapter 2: TwilightTwisted laughter and scared ponies filled her sight and sound. The laughter wasn't her own, yet it echoed forth from her muzzle. Her wings flapped lazily as she was kept aloft, drinking in the fear of the crowd like a pony who hadn't had any water in a week. Inside, she begged them to run, but her face defiantly twisted into a wicked grin as an unearthly white pony flew up to her. It was happening again.Sunset - Chapter 2: Twilight4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When I was a little filly and the sun was going down...
Everything changed before her teal eyes, the cowering mass and enraged white mare blurred and spun, turning around before coming to a stop. In front of her rested the body of a large alicorn, slumped on the bed, eyes closed as a final breath passed her yellowed lips. She could not help but let a tide of tears slip as she realised that the pony was gone... that her suffering was over.
The darkness and the shadows, they would always make me frown...
It shifted again, the dead pony stretching out and turning everything
This is for the UnderdogYou know what it's like,This is for the Underdog2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.
So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...
Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!
dont leave medont leave me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
im a crybaby.
i get sad over the littlest of things.
it hurts when someone else hurts.
they call it a blessing
i call it a curse
when someone else hurts, i feel it too
when there is sadness, im sad.
when there is pain, i bleed.
i hate this curse.
i care way too much.
i care for people.
i care if someone is sad.
i dont want them to be sad
because when they're sad, im sad
when they hurt, i hurt
i try to make them happy
so that im happy
and there is no pain
i become close to them
they become close to me
we're close to each other
i dont want them to hurt
because i can feel their pain
i dont want them too feel that pain
i become so caring..
i become so close..
.. i become so..
because i want them to be happy
once they go away
once they go on their own
once they go to a better place
.. leave me
i grow my own pain
i call my 'blessing' a curse for a reason.
because when others feel pain, i feel it
Sunset - Chapter 3: Moonrise Life quickly returned to normal in the small town of Ponyville... well, as normal as things could get. Over the course of the past four weeks, the town had experienced a fire and another baking mishap that somehow made the Baked Bads Incident seem like a mild case of the flu in comparison. In fact, the town still held the lingering smell from the... unpleasantness. It made the orange pony breathe a sigh of relief that she didn't live in the town proper, or that her stubborn pride hadn't caused the worst case of food poisoning in town history anymore.Sunset - Chapter 3: Moonrise4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Applejack trotted down the cobbled streets of town alone that day, still a little early to be selling apples to the townsfolk. It wouldn't be long until the first batch of ripe apples would be ready for delivery though. With that thought in mind, the orange earth pony picked up her pace, imagining all her precious apple trees dead. The sombre idea motivated the farmer to press forward and swallow her stubborn
Sunset - Chapter 4: EclipseDeep in the heart of the Everfree Forest, maybe less than half a mile from the rotting castle at its heart, sat a large pond that sparkled in the noon-time sun. Creatures of all sizes and shapes idled by the cool water that day, the oppressive heat at its height.Sunset - Chapter 4: Eclipse4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A low roar sounded from above the pond, compelling the creatures to look towards the sky at the incoming threat. Birds took flight as the animals on the ground ran away, almost as if they could sense the torrent of distress coming their way. The roar became steadily louder, a purple point on the horizon growing in size and ferocity. Any creature that had not fled by then sealed its fate.
In an instant, the once placid pond erupted with a bang, a huge jet of water piercing into the sky as the lavender streak struck into the heart of the body. Large waves crested out from the source as if the edges of the trapped liquid were the mighty ocean itself. Those animals that did not flee were swept away by the inland tidal wave, back o
Tears like acidevery tear leaves a scar, not on your face butTears like acid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on your soul. that's why people can keep living
in bliss. that's why we can close our eyes to the
things we don't want to see.
that's why we don't notice the boy crying on the
bus. close to breaking. because we don't want to
know of his pain. that's why we don't notice the
girl struggling to wipe the tears away before she
takes seat in her mother's car.
that's why we close our eyes. It's easier that way.
but what if you could actually see the scars?
would we still live in bliss? or would we find new
excuses to keep up the charade?
maybe we would start a new trend? make everyone
hide their faces. so tomorrow when you walk down
the street, everyone wears masks to hide. maybe
our ideals would change as well?... from skinny
girls and beefy guys to people who don't have scars.
to people who can take off their mas
Before I Can Become a WriterDevelop insomnia. DevelopBefore I Can Become a Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
problems with substance abuse,
nothing serious, but enough
that I can say “write drunk,
edit sober” and mean it.
Drink tea. Write about drinking
tea. Take up smoking, ignore
the thoughts about it being
a slower suicide. Write about
suicide. Don’t mean it.
Write about sunsets and
ink veins. Mean it.
Fall in love with someone
who will never love me back.
Lament. Write a million
crappy poems and two good
ones. Never show him.
Move on. Write a few more
bad poems. Fall in love with
someone perfect. Screw it up.
Fall in love with someone awful.
Call him perfect. Screw it up.
Cry. Cry for the inevitable,
the way my family never
loved me right, the way my
first kiss was regrettable
at best, the way my therapist
says my depression is a demon
taking over me. Cry for the
changeable, the way
I hate my body and my writing
and everything I live to be.
Use clichés. Live clichés,
breathe clichés, be
a cliché. Write a poem
HubrisHubris2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The conquerors saw
a vast, empty, cruel world,
conquest. They strove to subdue,
to shrink, to own, these marvels.
Sunset - Epilogue: Redemption Someday, in the distant future, the events of that day would have two different names, depending on who you asked, or what book you read. To most of Equestria, it would be known as 'The Battle at Canterlot', while in the small town of Ponyville, it would be known as 'The Reckoning.' Neither of the names chosen for the whole fiasco were wrong, but neither did they get across how seriously it impacted history. For the first time, a commoner was put into a position of absolute authority over the country.Sunset - Epilogue: Redemption4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A couple of days after that pivotal event found the new princess cooped up in her old dorm room, hidden as best as she could under the covers. The sudden increase in size, and lack of new blankets left the goddess exposed to the bitterly warm glow of the sun... her sun. She fought the temptation to just turn it off and stop that tantalizingly warm orb from haunting her with the memories of that day: a day she would never forget.
Why had she done that? W
Before You Can Become A WriterSpill your guts outBefore You Can Become A Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Onto a blank canvas
Or a scrap of line paper
Or even your wrist
Get everything out
Tear away the layers
Peel it all away
Leave yourself raw
Dig deep into your heart
Or into your soul
Or even the black void
That dominates your chest
Dabble in some cheap poetry
You wont be very good
But you keep trying it
Before trying a different style
Sketch it out
Scrap it and miss the garbage can
For the fifteenth time
And stop caring
Find the deeper meanings
And pretend it sounds good
Act proud of something
And die just a little from the effort
Get advice that doesn't work
Pretend that everything's okay
When you know it's not
When it never will be
Get yourself angry enough
Get yourself upset enough
Get yourself frustrated enough
And spill your guts out
TwitterExcuse me sir!Twitter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t believe we’ve met,
But may I have your attention please?
I’d like to inform you
That I’m about to bombard you
With useless pieces of information
Regarding my day
What I had for breakfast!
That I brushed my teeth
That I had a shit
What I watched on TV
And so on and so forth
I can see how interested you are
So here’s a picture of my lunch!
And my breakfast
And my dinner
And my ‘cheeky McDonalds’
Look at me! I’m a celebrity
Of the world wide web
It’ll be written on my epitaph
How I changed the world
And inspired people
With my shitty retyped tumblr posts
The 54 images of my dog
What was that sir? You don’t care?
Let me inform you that
I scored 100 points on Farmville!
I feel everyone should know!
It should be headline news!
Can’t you see?
I’m the face of the human race!
Isn’t that just great?
The BridgeThe Bridge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
how to be a writergrab a sharpie and paint your nose,how to be a writer2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(yes even under your eyes)
write about them.
adopt a dishonest love for
and showcase it with your speech;
fill it to the brim with references.
especially if you haven't read him
and don't know who he died
listen to music you will never like
to write verses everyone else
make them say yes
when you're writing about saying
glorify your sadness.
it can be innovated
and every chance you get
fall in love with people you
know your parents will hate.
love till you are out of space to
write about the sea
and how it's fucking
write about space and how
the universe is either against you
or with us all in equal
behind your words;
start writing the truth
with your lies.
engulf metaphors in the morning,
find depression a
Pitch's return ch.14Chapter 14Pitch's return ch.142 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jack flew to Japan, where it was still nighttime, and was enjoying the view when he saw a blur of gray dash in front of him. The frost elf smiled. "Bunny!" He followed the blur into a dark alleyway. "Bunny?" There was no reply. "Hello?" Suddenly he felt his staff ripped out of his hands. "HEY!" Jack looked around trying to find Bunny, figuring that this was some sort of prank.
"Those are some strange marks on ya neck mate," Bunny said with Jack's staff in his left paw.
"They're bruises." Jack answered, pulling up his collar, just now remembering Pitch had kissed his neck several times earlier. "Now give me back my staff!"
"Where were ya just a few minutes ago?" Bunnymund asked, ignoring Jack's second statement.
"I was just freezing over streets." Bunny's expression changed to annoyed and angry. Without warning Bunnymund was gone, and jack felt a paw grab his waist and he hit something hard. The snow spirit looked up to see Bunny had thrown him over his shoul
Black Ice chap 2Black IceBlack Ice chap 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter two: The Pet Will Play While The Master Is Away
Despite the night I had, I woke up fully rested. I yawned and blinked a few times then I saw a pair of yellow eyes staring down at me.
I jumped out of my skin and fell to the floor. I groaned and then turned over onto my back since I fell on my stomach. I sat up and glared at the Nightmare.
Don't you know it's rude to watch people while they sleep?
The Nightmare looked at me for a moment and then shook it's head. It then walked into the shadows, it's body dissolving into Nightmare sand.
I scratched the back of my neck. Did it understand me?
Suddenly I realized something, I could move my arms without any tugging or tension.
I looked down at my wrists and noticed the cuffs were still on but the chains were no longer attached.
Despite the fact that the ankle cuffs were still chained, I was overwhelmed with joy. I looked up and saw the opening to Pitch's
Pitch's return ch.18Chapter 18Pitch's return ch.182 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jack's eyes opened slowly to reveal Pitch sitting in a large armchair beside the bed reading. The boy stretched out an arm and poked Pitch's leg with his sleeve covered hand. The Boogeyman looked up from his book. "So you're already awake?" Jack nodded, not wanting to speak, since his throat felt like he swallowed knives. Pitch got out a thermometer. "Open." The frost elf did as he was told and after a short time the numbers read: 89.
The Nightmare King sighed. "That's not good," and he began to walk into another room.
Jack looked confused and realized he didn't want to be alone. "Pitch, wait!" His scratchy voice managed to say.
The man huffed and turned round; his eyes looked like fire. "Jack, be quiet, you're only going to make yourself worse if you keep talking. Say another word and I'll give you nightmares for a week." The young guardian pouted angrily, but pulled the covers up over his mouth. Satisfied, Pitch left the room.
He returned shortly with a sm
Pitch's return ch.16Chapter 16Pitch's return ch.162 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pitch and Jack landed on a rooftop in a city in California. As soon as they touched ground the boy jumped off and stepped away from the nightmare. "I hate riding those things!"
Pitch dismounted and the nightmare disappeared. "I can tell. Your fear was making her very hard to control."
"I wasn't afra-"
"Yes you were." The Nightmare King laughed.
Jack stuck out his tongue before turning away from Pitch. "Maybe I should go hang out with someone else instead."
Thinking quick, Pitch grabbed Jack's staff. "Not without your staff."
"HEY! Give it back!" The guardian jumped to try and grab it back, but Pitch held it above his head, laughing all the while. "Pitch gimme it!" Jack hopped onto Pitch's back in hopes of reaching it, but the boogeyman held it out forward.
"If you can get it you can have it Jack!" Pitch managed to say through his constant laughter.
Jack climbed onto Pitch's shoulders and leaned over to reach his staff, but lost his balance and fell back onto
Army of OneI am an army of oneArmy of One4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to get something done.
'Cause gays need their rights, so I'm standing to fight
For equality as an army of one.
But I know I'm not alone,
Don't be shy, break from your zone
I know you can help them too..
Spreading awareness is what we can do.
Oh, because the night is still young,
We can save kids from being hung.
Bullied into slitting their wrists--
What kind of twisted world is this?
We could be young or we could be small,
But we'll bind together and overcome this wall.
US, Asia, Europe, doesn't matter where you are!
By staying together, our plans will go far.
We are an army of one.
We need to get something done.
'Cause gays need their rights, so we're standing to fight
For equality as an army of one.
how to become a writerhave parents that separatehow to become a writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
just. not. good.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop running
from who you really are.)
carry around a notebook
and scrawl eve