Sleeping Beautyshe’s in love with a character whoSleeping Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never existed but in the labyrinth of her head:
a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy words
she’d heard in her catatonic state; coma living
day in and day out, reliant on the salvation
of a man made of foreign wishing
and imperfection and necessity – an ignorance
of the less than ideal perception of self she’d
come to fear, absention stained romantic to the point
where daydreams were a standard for survival
(real living is for the purposeful of heart,
he loves her in her sleep)
Why Shota and Loli are badSomething has been weighing heavy on my mind lately; The aspect of Shotacon and Lolicon.Why Shota and Loli are bad4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Please understand while reading this that this is something that is very personal to me. And please also know that I'm just a normal person. I'm not highly educated. I'm simply an eighteen year old girl. I can't use big words and I'm not very good with manipulation.
But please also know that I'm not ignorant. And I can have opinions just the same.
I feel it is important to know that one of my parents is in law enforcement. I know a lot about criminology and psychology from discussions I've had with my highly trained and knowledgeable parent.
I would also like to make it clear that I'm a strong supporter in respect and tolerance. I belive in letting people belive and do what they want to, even if I don't agree with it. The only exception to this is if people are ge
SolitaryTrigger warning: Discussion of sanity and suicide.Solitary2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The plan had been so simple. Thirty six hours in solitary confinement, Meredith was struggling. Last week this had all seemed so simple. So obvious. It seemed like she had devised the perfect escape plan. Things weren't working out as intended.
Firstly, and above all else - even breathing or thinking - there was the thirst. Her throat roared with it and she could feel its acidic anger snarl its way up and down her throat with each breath. She'd imagined discomfort, but not pain. She was starting to reconsider.
Her tongue was sore. The slab of meat in her mouth felt like unswallowed food as it got drier, and the taste when she could summon enough saliva to swallow was rancid, and reminded her of her ex boyfriends unwanted dry probings. In a desperate bid for freedom a few hours ago she had tried biting through her tongue, people did it in prison so she knew it was possible, but the pain was too sharp to work through and she didn'
DemonsDemonsDemons11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her voice calls
As she falls.
The light falls
As I reply.
She cries out
The call to
I will save you
Just hold on.
Adventure Time (Fan Fiction)1600 hoursAdventure Time (Fan Fiction)2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Tree Fort, Middle of Nowhere
Finn and Jake have received orders from Princess Bubblegum to go rescue a princess from the Ice Kingdom.
Ice King has captured a princess, the princess is unknown
START OF PART I
Finn: This is one boring day so far. We've done absolutely nothing,
Jake: Yeah....Wanna play Kompy's Kastle?
Finn: Nah. Hmmm.....
Silence for 5 minutes
Beemo: Finn, the video phone is ringing!
Finn: Who's calling?
Jake: Yeah, who's calling?
Princess Bubblegum pops up on the screen.
Finn and Jake: Princess Bubblegum!
Bubblegum: Boys, I need you to go on a very important quest.
Jake: [grumpily] What is it this time?!
Finn nudges Jake
Bubblegum: The Ice King was spotted on my tracker with a could-be princess.
Finn: What do you mean "could-be?"
Bubblegum: He was spotted with a burlap sack and flying towards the Ice Kingdom. We are not sure who is in that sack, but we are sure there is a princess in there.
Finn: Don't worry Princess, we're gonna rescue that princess, F&J styl
Scared Of The DarkAlfred couldn't sleep. He lay in his bed and looked at the ceiling as he tried to ignore the darkness around him. The black nothingness felt heavy, as though it were pushing down on him and constricting him. His mind started to play tricks on him. Every creak sounded ten times louder. He whimpered a little and slowly rolled on to his side.Scared Of The Dark3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The moonlight slipped through the tiny gap between the curtains, casting a silver line across the middle of the room. Alfred wished he could gather the courage to get out of bed to open the curtains. At least the moon would light up the room a little. That way he would feel a little better. He hated the dark. The dark hid all the nasty things that lurked in the corners of his room, like ghosts.
He closed his eyes tightly and wrapped the duvet tighter around himself. He wished he had the courage to get out of bed and go to Arthur's room. Arthur would keep the nightmares away. He would make sure the ghosts wouldn't hurt him.
He opened his eyes again an
Not All Heroes Wear CapesSweet voices filterNot All Heroes Wear Capes1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
through anxious ears letting out
a sob of relief.
Only when his heroes sing
can he breathe and find his wings.
Love by Intoxicationtrembling words, falling from mouthsLove by Intoxication1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
desperate to drink the essence of life—
aching to feel the scorching elixir slide
down their throat and coat the linings of
their stomachs, implosive embalming…
desperate to drink the essence of life—
traveling from the heart outwards, leaving
organs blackened in its wake and muscles
torn and tissues stretched as escapes fall into
vanity (beauty sacrificed by juxtaposed phrases)…
traveling from the heart outwards, leaving
words unspoken and emotions left bare, experiencing
a paltry happiness and slighted love—we luxuriate in a
false sensation: joy and intrigue and hope, lies we told
ourselves to make everything okay and to ignore [the]
words unspoken and emotions left bare, experiencing
intoxicated adulation, lines blurred and eyes bloodshot
swollen shut by feigned illumination and chosen stupidity;
hungover with heads pounding, simulating a bolstered
bliss…[alcohol has nothing on love]
The Tale of the Soul CollectorThe Tale of the Soul Collector3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From nowhere he comes,
with a quiet leap.
A touch of his gentle hands
will put you to sleep.
And to nowhere he goes
with a silent weep.
CollideStanding side by sideCollide2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The two worlds collide
What I see, hear, and feel
Is it fake or is it real
If its fake
Dear God let me wake
If its real
Please let me appeal
I feel my heart beating
But my brain is fleeting
My body feels out of place
Nothing is in the right space
My face looks distorted
My eyes all contorted
But who am I to know
The way it's supposed to go
So many people standing around
It's such a deafening sound
Along with the people in my head
I go whichever way I am led
Dizzy spells ensue
Clear moments are few
I can't talk correctly
Without being told directly
I am not who you think
I am not who I think
I am not who anyone think
I am the product of the writers ink
letters on leaving.i wrote my first suicide letter in 10th grade.letters on leaving.2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
they told me it didn't count if you felt like dying
unless you had it down on paper
like a vetoed birth certificate.
i've rewritten it enough times since
to realize i could never leave with a proper goodbye.
goodbye is too heavy a word for paper to hold
and i was never brave enough for the kind of courage it takes to tell them
why they weren't enough to keep me here.
but i'm finally learning a different kind of bravery-
the kind it takes to
i learned to wear death
like rope burn my junior year
my senior year we became friends
but i finally stopped cutting the insides of wrists
when i finally realized death never arrives on time,
i started smoking when i turned 18
to speed his arrival
because somedays, 15 less earth rotations around the sun sounds like a blessing.
2 years later I'm still learning to let the self destructive habits go
I stopped smoking again
threw the knife away and closed the toilet lid.
Cursed The blackened fur of the devil's pet, festered before me. It smelled of putrefying meat and feces. Its flesh was falling from its cursed bones. I looked away—I was ashamed. Was this the beast I was to become? I returned my gaze to the obscene creation that still breathed through a sewn mouth. It's black, rigid horns curled sharply, only to penetrate the creature's skull.Cursed2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Its clouded eyes watched me without movement. I didn't like this. I hated this. I turned to run but there, before me, was the beast. I looked behind me where it had once stood but it had vanished. It was mocking me. "You think you can scare me!" I shouted loudly at the thing, unaware if it could understand me or not. "You think you can make me change my ways?" I laughed at it, angry with its assumptions. "I know what I am to become, you foolish demon—I know this immortal soul is damned." I hissed angrily.
It was then that the beast cocked its rancid head, disturbing the stench that r
CuttingMy thighs were first.Cutting6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then my wrists.
Ripped out at
I ripped them out myself,
if only to avoid
giving others the pleasure.
I ripped them out hard,
if only to teach myself
I deserved it.
I ripped them out
and all the while
I sang to myself,
unable to cry
pain less real.
I joked about them.
I laughed about them.
I smiled about them,
"the stupid emo kid"
and believing it was true.
It was true.
I deserved it.
I needed it.
I craved it.
I wanted it.
I breathed it.
I worshipped it.
I loved it.
And it took me.
it took me.
Into places you can't go without it.
Into places you didn't know existed.
Into places you are afraid to dream.
Into places you never want to leave.
I loved myself. (I hated myself.)
It was so
to be broke
DracoIt was the unwritten poetryDraco2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dripping from her eyelashes
that made me love her.
She was a sinking ship,
and I longed to descend
into the watery depths
of her eyes-
I could hold
It was the bruises sleeping
on the curve of her hips
that called to me like hungry sirens.
Licking her salty lips,
I traveled the scattered freckles on her back.
Shaping an angry dragon as if together,
we were part of the sky, all long-limbed,
tongues and teeth- she whispered,
"Do you know the story of Draco?"
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,It tastes like love.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
Collection of poetic nothings.We were opal Tuesdays,Collection of poetic nothings.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tattooed into the
rose garden curve
of my vertebrae,
gliding me through this wild youth.
But, like Icarus—
I was a sky conqueror
& these silk wings
touched the sun.
My inhalations are heavy,
like the earth he bruises
beneath his fingertips
as I chase silence.
"You've got a tongue
made for words." He says
against the arrogant thorns
of my briar spine.
"Learn to love yourself."
How do I say I love you
without saying I love you?
"I want to replace my heart with you."
You are spider silk woven
into my harvest moon
limbs traveling this road map
of songbird sin.
You are not just in my head now,
you are dancing in the lingering stars
of my night-witch frame
& setting me on fire.
You're not bruised enough
to write poetry.
Allow these bones to tell your story, Love.
Silent WonderlandAnd then the rivers did flow red. Crimson blades drawn across immortal flesh in a flawed attempt to feel again. Never-ending stories of what may never be, forced to hold one's own, and wait. Wait. Redrum and writing desks, ravens and lore, might I tell the tale of one once more? Of how the redrum spills from doG's tongue and infests the desks with written words of insects and other horrid falsities. So shall I speak of the raven's heart and what sorrows overcome impatience from within the silence? Still, silent, always quiet. Such lore within my fables, such honest words never truer to the ears of man, lost wisdom strewn about the sands of time, the sands. The grits of era, the dirt of occasion, they drag on for what seems forever. A wasteland, where fears and tears overwhelm the happiness and invade our memories like an infestation of a writing desk.Silent Wonderland2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's raining red rain from my blackened skies and the muddled waters wash away the madness within this and bring to mind a clarity of sa
Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles.i.Never trust ladies with scythes for smiles.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these god-hands are barbwire's,
snagging & scarring everything
black tongue bleeding sweet ichor
along the guarded walls
of skeletal frames.
'i want to taste heaven.
it rests there,
just beneath your bones.'
he is a
made of scythes & scalpels,
sewn together with weak thread.
and she is a borrowed tree.
lips that beg, & limbs that snare
will carry him to his grave.
'shh, my sweet-
close your eyes, &
i'll sacrifice you to the heavens.'<i>
HateYour ignorant fingertips turn the pages of my soul as if you deem the words they whisper as true. The taste of your assumptions is bitter and the spit from my mouth has turned to poison. Black waters deep with hate and disgust seep from these lips and the desire to drown you in my sins is potent.Hate2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Silver mirrors with false reflections are tainted red with a thirst for your mortality. This crimson gaze stained and soiled falls from the heavens and is damned to look upon you. Odium, abhorrence, revulsion, hatred! Insufferable this punishment I am to carry for what was sentenced an eternity!
JutThose precious bones of yoursJut3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Are ever-melting in a makeshift graveyard
That I've constructed for you,
In a plane of spiritual-coordination:
The centre of my mind.
Rose campions bend their way
Through the rusty arches of this cemetery's gate,
I roll below all of it,
This place is my only halo.
I remember the terrible beauty,
Synonymous to love:
If it were a colour,
Turkish delight sky,
It'd be the backdrop that coated out those days.
Stupid webs of tragic romance
My memory often mythologising
And utilising Monet's lens,
Yet in reality there I was
Raging out of imaginary bird cages,
Sickly oblivious to your purple poison,
And like always so childish in my thirst for curiosities and mysteries,
Just begging for a broken heart.
Love Reaps part 13Love Reaps part 134 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I watched him, I watched as he paced restlessly, ripping his hand through his hair. He was definitely not what you would call a flower child.
I laid calmly, hands behind my head on the hotel bed. It was quite entertaining to observe him fretting over nothing in my opinion that is.
"Calm your farm," I serenaded in an almost ghostlike voice.
His dull eyes whipped over to me. I shuttered, and hurriedly brought myself to sit back up.
"With you around, I don't think I can ever be calm." Daemon retorted harshly.
I lowered my gaze. He was trying to make me feel guilty. "Look, it wasn't my "
"It was your fault!" he snapped back, pulling the colossal bed closer.
My eyes were stained with shock. I had been with him for about three days, and I've learnt something don't peeve him off. I still don't think I've tried it yet though.
I spluttered, in his face. This for anyone else would be instant execution.
"What's wrong now?!" he seethed, rolling his dull e
2012The sections are scattered,20123 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little secret crumbs
That we all miss,
That we all misplace.
I've always been a curious person,
An eye-hole watcher,
A treasure hunter,
The jigsaw queen!
Before I found a womb to grow in
I lived there
Where all the pieces fit,
Whole as a fresh egg
Sitting in a Cleopatra milk-bath.
There I was,
How they tinkle in my mind
Like an old music box,
A cuckoo clock,
Or a midnight owl,
Hooting out old skeleton songs
Into a surreal forever
Fitting into micro moments
Of déjà vu.
YogaShe goes to sleep late.Yoga1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits alone,
Listening to ambient-drone
In her midnight-blue room.
The desk lamp is a small star
In the corner of her dark universe.
She searches Wikipedia
For shades of blue.
She falls in love with
Celeste, cornflower, cyan,
Electric, Indigo, Iris, Maya,
Powder, Sky, Tiffany and Turquoise.
Awe-stricken by their
And the vacuum it creates
In her solar plexus.
She unfolds like a flower.
She imagines herself opening up,
A bouquet of dreams:
Also like a fluffy, white lamb
Beneath a beautifully crafted
And bejewelled sacrificial dagger.
In her mind she pinches
The petals of a thousand sherbet-coloured blooms,
Their biology presses back.
They do not bruise.
“What kind of
Do they practice?”
She wakes up late.