being deafa little child criesbeing deaf4 years ago in Open More Like This
the dog barks
the brakes scream
I don't think about the noise
I just hear
until I hear the beep
too lazy to put new batteries in
waiting until the silence comes
silence doesn't rise slowly
it's like pressing the mute-button
from one second to another
In Which Middle School is HellI can still remember with perfect clarity the day in eighth grade when a boy walked up to me at my locker and said, “Hey cutie.” I was sweaty, having just come from gym class, and I was only at my locker to buy some time before I had to go to math class where the teacher hated me and the numbers didn’t make any sense. But there was a boy standing next to me and he called me cute and I had no idea what to say. But I didn’t have to say anything, because the girl he was with just laughed, a cut off cackle into the oversized purse she was fishing through. I turned back to my locker, not saying a word because I was out of my depth and trying to ignore the world.In Which Middle School is Hell1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Either ignorant to the fact that I was still within earshot or apathetic about the whole situation, the girl pressed the boy for answers. “Why would you say that?”
“Fat chicks need love too.” The words were mocking, insincere, and they burned through my body like a poison. I did
Blessings From Sins: The Return Ch 2Chapter 2Blessings From Sins: The Return Ch 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Loki is pregnant, coming back as an exile in chains from the final events from the Avengers movie. Nobody seems to know about his ongoing pregnancy, nor the father of the child. Loki doesn't know how to handle it, from bearing the child, to his constant thoughts that he will be killed, surely, for the crimes he had committed.
But what is he to do when he's welcomed back home with open arms? What if, although still at fault for the horrors he had done in childish vengeance, his old friends, his family, still missed him so incredibly? Would Loki have the growing courage to speak of the unborn child? And, above all else, would he manage to fix the broken bond and heart he once had with not only Thor, but with himself?
The nights turned to days, leaving the lithe form of the former trickster in a constant haze of question when one day ended and when one began. Sleep separated one fro
My Little FlameO little flame,My Little Flame8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you once burned so free.
You were bright and warm,
so comforting to me.
But now you wither and cool,
soon to go out.
I hope to restore you,
but my heart's filled with doubt.
I don't have the energy.
I don't have the drive.
I'm sorry little flame.
I can't keep you alive.
And without you, my fire,
there's really no hope for me,
but this was always inevitable,
always so plain to see.
O, flame, I wish it were different.
I wish you could live on,
but it's too late now.
Our time together is gone.
So good bye lovely flame.
Thank you for your time.
I'm glad that for a moment
you were only mine,
and as I watch you fade away,
I can feel myself going dim.
Already I am nothing.
I can't live without him.
My flame was my last hope,
so now I say good bye.
I have no reason to live,
and I wish very much to die.
ChoicesI’m still here.Choices10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Despite all of those desperate attempts
I’m still drowning beneath your bitter respite
Your ever-lasting loathing for the person I am
What have I done to create such a monster?
I remember now.
The bitter heartbreak,
The longing agony you felt
When you could not finish it
That one failure to commit
Created a demon full of hatred for a person it used to love
And now the path to destruction runs clear
As you seek to find a final escape
The one you held so close
I, who feeds your hunger to the core
And leaves you longing for more
I, your mind, your one true friend
And still you wish to get rid of me
All because of the mistake I made
Of showing you promises of freedom and ecstasy
Which emanate from love
And keeping from you the possibilities and outcomes
Yet, however much I influenced
You must bear in mind
One single decision to pursue
A decision balanced between
Happiness and bitterness
You yourself made that choice
Now you must suffer w
Dark Paths: Chapter 2Disclaimer: I recommend you read this at least once so you can't say I didn't warn you.Dark Paths: Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I do not know the Marvel comic books save for what Wikipedia might tell me. Therefore, the characters that appeared in the movies are going to be based more off their movie versions. I'm mixing real Norse mythology in as well, but with my own twist on it, so everything is going to be a little off what 'real' canon is, but not enough that I feel it's a real AU. Considering that Marvel AU's their own canon all the time, though...well....
There are also homosexual dealings. Keep in mind they're not actually related to each other if brotherly love taken to the physical level squiks you out. Also keep in mind that Norse Loki is Omisexual and will boink anything with a pulse, no matter what gender he or it happens to be.
Loki stood before his polished mirror and slowly smiled, stretching his face and then letting his expression broaden naturally
NumbAnaesthetic is,Numb5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A method to help the hurt,
Calms and numbs the pain.
But what if the pain,
Needs to be felt here and now?
You cannot be numb.
I Love CompletelyI love, I love; I love completely.I Love Completely4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With these words my soul is free,
And every worry, every care,
Will disappear into thin air,
So I can live life joyously.
I love, I love; I love completely,
All hatred shall now cease to be,
As darkness has no power where,
I love, I love; I love completely,
This planet of innate beauty,
Each day I stop, each day I stare,
At mountains here and rivers there,
As with the creatures and the trees,
MelodyBread and butter pudding rests,Melody1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon a tattered album,
Memories lay cast aside,
Like lifeless broken limbs.
A world of desecrated harmless dreams,
Has fallen into nightmare,
All violent, hateful, turgid thoughts,
Reveal the scars once bared.
Yell! For none will hear your words,
With what will you destroy,
The darkness massing in your soul,
What method do you employ?
Guarded stalactites of sorrow,
Distractions mask the pain,
An anaesthetic claiming heart,
And with it stealing brain.
Bereft of feeling, hollowed - blank,
Will numbness guide your journey,
Or can you find the strength to fight,
Before you're on the gurney?
Seconds chased by unknown face,
Each moment fleet and passing,
Love in purest form is rare,
And can be everlasting.
Breathe and chase away the fear,
That courses, throbs within,
A product of a different time,
Born from rumoured sin.
Allow the feeling to return,
The searing, slicing wounds,
To weep, to burn and disappear,
Transform and build anew.
Create yourself a masterp
Even Angels FallHey...you.Even Angels Fall5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Yeah, you. Don't give me that look. I'm just talking to you, amn't I? You look sad, and I thought telling you I'm sad too would help. Or that everyone around you is crying secretly.
I know that your life is hard, but you're not the only one with some heartbreak. Everybody has some thing that they keep locked inside, something that breaks them down.
Don't believe me?
Fine. Let me tell you some stories.
See that girl over there? The pretty one with the blonde hair and blue eyes, small nose, tan skin? Carrying her math book, talking to a small posse of laughing girls? They're heading for the benches, and they're smiling like they don't have a single worry. She's one of the popular girls, isn't she? Therefore, she must be the happiest girl on earth.
Actually, she's not.
Look at her. She's skinny, right? A bit too skinny. You can count her ribs, can't you. It's because of what her mother said.
She called her fat, you know. That girl took it to heart, and she's starving herself. H
Maurice Eugene DobsonMaurice Eugene Dobson, aged forty-three years and two months, is standing in the middle of a car of the A train, on his way home. He is not holding onto the pole: he stands off to its side, swaying slightly with the movements of the train, but balanced perfectly and seemingly without effort. He never holds onto the poles. He takes pride in being able to maintain his balance like this, although he knows its not the sort of quality anyone else will appreciate, and its not really something you can put on your résumé. Too bad.Maurice Eugene Dobson6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He is a small man, though he prefers the word diminutive. He is five feet, four and a half inches tall in his stocking feet, and slightly built: his clothes hang on him as though bewildered to have such an insufficient resident. He wears pressed khaki pants, their sharp creases billowing several inches forward of his knees; he wears a stiff checkered shirt and a navy blue suit jacket with a single gold button that is somehow incongruous.
doctor who, starkid styledoctor who, starkid style4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
DOCTOR WHO*: THE MUSICAL
*SEE AUTHOR'S NOTE
ROSE: You look like a ghost.
THE DOCTOR: Hold on-- [holds out sonic screwdriver; cue strange sonic-y noise] Alright.
ROSE: Can I tou[reaches out]
THE DOCTOR: [backs away] No!
THE DOCTOR: . Okay. Earlier, you said I looked like a ghost.
ROSE: Yeaaaaah .
THE DOCTOR: And now I'm telling you that I can't be touched .
ROSE: Uh huuuuuh .
THE DOCTOR: What do you think that means?
ROSE: You .have herpes?
THE DOCTOR: Rose-
ROSE: Just kidding, I know you're really a three-dimensional diffraction pattern of the image of an object made using holography.
THE DOCTOR: NO, YOU STUPID APE! Ah, no wait, that's correct. Sorry, I deal with the pain of loss by inflicting insults upon others.
ROSE: You must've lost a lot of stuff, then.
Fat Girl's Gotta EatThere was nothing so cruel as the Friday sales meeting. If it had been any other day of the week it would have been just boring, but the 2:00 PM sales meeting with the weekend in sight never failed to drag on interminably. Peter was surprised that more people hadn't thrown themselves off the roof of the building due to the meeting's grinding monotony. It was that much of a waste of time.Fat Girl's Gotta Eat2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As usual, Peter was the first one in the conference room. Everyone else dragged their feet in getting there, but Peter was punctual by habit. At least this way he could get a seat down the table and away from his boss Dave, but not so far away that he'd probably get called on frequently to make sure he was still paying attention.
"Hey Pete, what up?" Gina said as she breezed into the conference room. Gina was one of his fellow sales reps and a bright presence in the office. Though she got her work done, Gina was usually good for some light banter to break up the tedium of the day. She had wavy brown ha
we're never what we think.at least twice a day, i find myself wishing i was less.we're never what we think.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
less of a worrier.
less of a lover.
less of a mess.
all of this would be so much better, if the disconnect between
what i want and what i have would close because then things
would be simple for the first time in years. and i could inhale
without wondering what kind of consequences it will have five
minutes from now. you can only imagine what really goes
through my mind in the time it'll take you to breathe in and
out. now hold it. like i've been holding this thought for months
the girl i was is quickly vanishing.
i've been holding it like a secret on the tip of my tongue afraid of
what the outcome will mean for me but saying it out loud doesn't
dilute the impact it's having on my insides or the way i've been
closing my eyes and trying to pretend it's not true for the better
half of a year because if there is ever one thing that you don't
want to lose it's yourself. but still, i woke up this morning
ReckoningA reckoning is close at hand,Reckoning5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strike fear into the bravest man,
All mortal laws shall cease to be,
And then shall start the anarchy.
All humans will then cast their eyes,
And watch as shadows steal the skies,
All hail the creatures of the deep,
Amongst you we will surely creep.
A war of powers; clashing sides,
The darkness and the light abide,
Who shall you fight for? Who will win?
Will you stand or sink in sin?
Do It To MeYour fingers move over my lipsDo It To Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tracing their shape
and I kiss each fingertip,
the palm of your hand,
skimming my lips over your wrist
And your scent
that could only be you
wrapping me in you
Hollow me out love
and fill me with you
Im wanting your mouth
your tongue, to taste
You, to lay down with me
My skin is yours to touch
My virtue, yours to spoil.
HerTake a glance at timeless years behind, you'll see a trembling creature who had lost her mind.Her1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And witness now, the being you see, one born from the shadows and divinity.
One that is stronger, reborn into wrath, all will suffer who stand fierce in her path.
Given to her the blessing of death, she will conjure thunderstorms within a single hairs breadth.
Passing judgement to those in need, in her years of deliverance she will highly succeed.
Ending all with these few simple words, "You were seen, but always unheard."
So you wanna know about me: Koichi JiroSo you wanna know about me: Koichi Jiro2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Oh, yup, hai.
Hi... it feels a bit weird to do an interview via webchat but since you live far away, I think it's the ea
True Soul MateA True Soul MateTrue Soul Mate9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.
You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
When something wonderful happens, you can't wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.
They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.
Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.
There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition
but only a quiet calmness when they are around.
You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they
RopeWith just another inch of it,Rope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let loose, unwound
slack from secret stashes:
There might have been enough
sisal rope or
to tie to you
to keep you close
to form into a noose
(so you might hang around this time.)
A Girl Worth Fighting ForRolling fields and high mountains covered with lush, green vegetation. Serbia was a much nicer place than Deryn had imagined. Peering out the slanted gondola windows, Deryn took in the breathtaking sight below her, wondering how she could have thought of it as some sort of barren wasteland when it was near the mountainous regions of Hungary and Romania.A Girl Worth Fighting For2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She frowned. Because Serbia's where Alek's parents were murdered, that's why.
"Mr. Sharp! Can you please return to your desk!" Mr. Dawson fussed, drawing Deryn's attention back to class. Newkirk still sat in his desk, scribbling away aeronautics that they had both long since memorized.
"Yes, of course, sir. Just admiring the view," Deryn said, sitting back in her desk.
"It is brilliant, isn't it?" Mr. Dawson admitted, gazing out the window longingly. "But right now, you two must finish your studies or else Mr. Rigby will have all our heads."
Their study session didn't last long, however, because Alek came in wi
Walk AwayShe holds herselfWalk Away5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
cries to sleep
Unable to escape failure
even in her dreams
She's wondering whether
the jagged hole will ever heal
whether the sting
the burn will fade and cease
Trying to find her way home,
to a place she could never trust
She's leaving trails of fragile hopes behind
ready to take the fall
It could've been easy
but it never is
If only she could stop making mistakes
Building The BridgeThe window,Building The Bridge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That lies with clouded shards,
Shows only what is thought to have existed,
Masking only what one fears to reveal.
It is no mirror,
You cannot peer within to see without.
You must scan tales and memories,
Peeling away layers of emotion until
Your life is laid bare in raw intensity.
The orb, the thread of one's purest being,
Hides in the storm of lashing winds,
Broken promises and remembered mistakes.
There is only hope to fuel the search,
Courage to brave the onslaught of old wounds,
That slice anew in newly healed flesh.
A gaping hole sits where time should,
Years of relentless destruction of a soul; the spirit,
Fell crumbled and torn,
Forcing forgetfulness and self hatred upon the mind.
All in a bid to destroy the person she had become.
Now to build a bridge,
A road between the before and the after,
To recreate the time that eroded away.
The foundations of that time must be replaced,
The person needs closure and faith,
That all she believed of herself was not myth,