Pen on paper I can't tell you, I can't tell anyone so I'm writing it here. Funny how a pen on paper lets out emotion differently then text on a screen. With a pen it flows out of the body into the pen onto the paper, but fills right back up once the pen stops it's dance on the page.Pen on paper2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That's why I am writing I need to empty myself of these emotions that I never should feel. It's just a stupid crush, that's what I tell myself. It's not just a stupid little crush, but I still lie to myself.
Lying, something I never thought I would do, has become my second nature. You ask me how I am feeling and I say "fine" or "good", lies. You say that your sorry, something came up you can't make it, and I say "I don't mind" lies. Sometimes my mind wants to play games and tosses in the thought "what if he feels the same?" Lies.
Why do I kid myself? Does my brain find it fun to put my hart through hell? Does it r
Don't cry loveIt was midnight. I couldn't sleep. I knew he was sleeping in the living room, in the couch that I was so jealous of, for I wasn't allowed to cuddle him, to feel the warmth of his body, to hear his heart beating in the stillness of the night, as he rests in my arms.Don't cry love4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked outside the window and saw the deserted streets of London, dark and distant, just like him. I looked at the stars, the way the shined in the black velvet around them, just like his razors. The stars and my love and longing for him were the only things that remained the same after all those years. If he only knew
I looked at the clock. It was a quarter past twelve. Time was running so slowly. Why couldn't I get him out of my mind, just for that night, so I could find some peace? I had to see him. I knew I shouldn't but I had to.
I got out of the bed and walked to the door of my bedroom. I stood there for a while, trying to convince myself to get back to bed. I didn't make it. I opened the door and faced the hal
Cutter's RulesI thought the words I wrote down,Cutter's Rules3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Had me on the mend,
But like all good things,
This too must end.
It's time this suicidal poet,
Swapped her pen for her blade,
After all the cutter's rules,
Must always be obeyed.
So now I'll say a fond farewell,
A sad so-long and sweet goodbye,
And know that as I leave you all,
It's crimson tears I cry.
What can I say my friends?
Thanks so much - it's been a blast!
As I lift this cold dead metal,
And take this sorry life at last.
Suicide in Eight WordsHide Hide Hide,Suicide in Eight Words3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the dread you feel inside.
Shake Shake Shake,
Feel your body tremble and quake.
Cry Cry Cry,
For you know you'll surely die.
Run Run Run,
Towards the place where there's no sun.
Climb Climb Climb,
You're running out of precious time.
Jump Jump Jump,
You hit the water with a thump.
Shiver Shiver Shiver,
As you flail beneath the river.
Drown Drown Drown,
Your lifeless body sinks slowly down.
Melting Snow ~ Ch. 4Thor/LokiMelting Snow ~ Ch. 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Overall NC17, this part PG-13
Contrary to his recent actions, Thor was not stupid. He might not always think about what he was doing, might sometimes - or often - run head-first into danger without thinking about the consequences, but even Thor was very much aware that he had - to put it nicely - fucked up royally. He also knew that he had to do something to prevent a war from happening. Honestly, he could understand Loki's rage and anger. Maybe he would have acted the same if their situations had been the other way around ...
Without really noticing it, he stalked through the abandoned hallways, turning left and right and wandering aimlessly, deeply in his thoughts, his panic and frightened state of mind.
His father would know what to do. Yes, wise Odin, old Odin. Just a nod of his head, a handful of words from his mouth would be enough to dispel this uneasy situation, to calm Loki - and his father, oh Lord, Loki's father! - and make sure any declarations of war were
Hold It Against MeHold It Against Me3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tonight I'm on guard duty.
My son has a virus.
At any point he'll need me.
This isn't the common cold.
The people I've killed.
The worlds I've destroyed.
What do they do?
Hold it against me?
Did they bring it upon my son?
Is this my punishment?
Because it's not fair.
At least I obliterated them.
At least they are not suffering.
Unlike my Trunks.
He's in the grips of a raging fever.
I've made many mistakes.
If not for him!
My life would be different!
He killed my race!
But it is me who is remembered the killer.
I have Bulma as my mate.
I wipe the layer of sweat off of Trunks.
Give him my ki to aid.
He's pale and he's in agony.
Thrashing about in his bed.
I don't want him to die.
But I've got ghosts in my past,
Who'd like to see him die.
Because of me.
I was a bloodthirsty killer.
Now I'm a father.
So to hell with my victims.
I want my son to survive.
If they hold it against me,
Let them kill me instead.
Leave my son Trunks alone.
PurgatoryI slowly sink downPurgatory3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Through a void of stabbing words
And clouds of hatred.
Void without substance
Swallows happiness away,
Water hits my eyes,
As I stir beneath the snow,
Delicate but strong.
I awaken now,
Stretching the leaves of my hands,
And greet the warm sun.
CheshireCheshireCheshire3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pull the sheets up to my chin
Waiting quietly for him to come
He comes to me every night
And this night will be no different
It's a little after midnight
When he finally arrives
Creeping silently into my room
He pads across the floor
Eventually leaping onto my bed
Poised at the foot
Never attacking me
Never touching me
His mouth stretches into a Cheshire grin
And he utters one simple word:
And then he's gone
At least until tomorrow night
Loyal Loveyou can hit me,Loyal Love3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
throw all i gave you away,
you can hurt me,
but i'm not leaving today,
you can burn all we had,
tell everyone to stay back,
you can forget us,
but i'm staying on track,
you can turn away,
leave me and go it alone,
but every day,
i'm not dropping the phone.
An Old LegendAn Old Legend3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ages long gone and ages long passed
Shades of grey, man's memory fades fast
The glory days told of old
Shines as brightly as silver and gold
Before the dark, before the strife
Before many of the spans of life
There lied the glory that men bore
The gilded light of Westernesse's shore
That era of brilliance, that age of wealth
That time of wisdom and of great health
Those days are passed or so it is said
As now the great kings of lore lie dead
Is there a hope against such reckless hate?
Where does it lie? The enemy's gate
Draws nearer every day
And now there is little that holds him at bay
But still we hold on to legends and tales
What more will we have when the strength of men fails?
There is still one yet who holds the power
To aid this land in its darkest hour.
From father to son, the title has been given
In the shadows these brave people have striven
To drive away the darkness that besets all
While there is still life in them, men shall not fall
I know the king shall come again, f
RegretsI don't regret questioning us, the night before my birthdayRegrets4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I don't regret getting an honest answer, hearing what you had to say.
So if regrets are what you're looking for, then darling don't start there.
I can tell you what I regret but my question is do you really care?
Do you care that I cried over you almost every night
Or that I tortured myself over not doing what they said was right
They told me to run, far far away from you
But you and I both know that it was something I couldn't do
I remember that night as if it was yesterday, the night you captured my heart
We stayed up till morning, and we talked about the stars; I will admit this was my favorite part
I don't regret being upset, because it taught me how to be happy again
I'm ashamed of hating seeing you with her those feelings I simply cannot contain
I regret getting angry at one of my closest friends, and saying what I said
I cannot believe you managed to create such a mess in my head
I will always remember the times we
I WonderI wonder; do you care?I Wonder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wonder if you see me.
I wonder if you know me.
Me, the forgotten girl. Me, the used girl.
Me, the one who's sick of it all.
I wonder; if I cried, would you care?
I wonder why you would care.
I wonder why I care about you.
Why do I care; is it my anxiety?
Why can't I just accept my flaws?
I wonder; if I died, would you come to my funeral?
I wonder; when I die, will you be sad?
I wonder why I'm asking when I know the answer.
No, you won't; I'm not important enough, am I?
No, because I'm nothing special.
I wonder; why aren't I as special as the rest?
I wonder if you think I'm important.
I wonder why the answer hurts as much as it does.
You don't think I'm important; I'm just me, after all.
You know I'm only visible when you need something.
I wonder why I act so strong when all I want is to cry.
I wonder why I don't just scream out my fury.
I wonder; should I act strong or should I scream?
Act strong, because it's the only option open for me now.
Act strong, act li
Melting Snow ~ Ch. 2Thor/LokiMelting Snow ~ Ch. 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Overall: NC-17; This chapter: PG-13
Thor spent the next hour thinking while outside of his temporary chambers sounds of busy servants (and possibly maids, but who could know for sure? Thor had never seen a female Jötun and he wasn't sure they even had females) could be heard. He seemed to be inside the palace of Jötunheimr; a thought that sent cold shivers down his spine. Being surrounded by former enemies ... Yes, they had a truce now, but Thor was no stranger to the old tales of the great war and the many Aesir and Jötnar who had lost their lives in battle. Sometimes, he had wished he'd have been able to take part in the war to prove his strength and to defend his home, his family and friends, As he grew older, however, he'd started to understand that war was nothing to be desired. He had seen old and honored but crippled soldiers - permanently scarred in body and soul and mind -, had seen widowed Aesir women and orphaned children and had realized how
A Letter to Society, My DearDear Society,A Letter to Society, My Dear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did you notice how I started that with "dear"? As if you're dear to anyone. Society, such a proper word, such an urbanite style. Such rich connotations, such a united front.
My loving Society, do you think I care? If you do, then perhaps you are intelligent enough to game with me.
Will you play this game with me, this game of hard words and sarcastic remarks and designer clothes and bone-thin models such as myself? Will you play? Let me deal you a hand.
How elite you are, Society, how aristocratic. You say you are the public, the people; but do you really know what we think?
Ah, Society, if you could see me now; my anger boiling over at the surface of this great melting pot called my mind.
But my mind is anything but melting or boiling, Society; can you understand the cool fury I bear? The cold sarcasm, the icy edge to my tongue?
Yes, I believe you
The Rohirrim Ride ForthBold they ride and battle-readyThe Rohirrim Ride Forth3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Swift the horses, stern the Men
Sounds of hooves like thunder rising
Who shall ride homeward again?
Gondor calls in hour of peril
Rohan answers, ever brave
Rohirrim ride, though each man knows
Journey's end may be the grave.
Forth they ride, the Eorlingas
War's horn calls to Rohan's Men
Bravely go they to the battle
Some shall not ride homeward again.
Academics do not define intelligenceImagine this excruciatingly boring scenario:Academics do not define intelligence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the tick tock of the clock and study music
replays endlessly in the background of
solitary confinement, tinted brown and grey.
The music plays repeatedly, driving one to
a crazy and abnormal sense of utter bliss.
Books laid out, citing the notorious math rules -
sine, cosine and tangent, or as I like to call it
Silly oval-like hippopotamus (SOH)
Come around here! (CAH)
The obvious adventure (TOA)
The rules that bring an adolescent's minds
to a state of confusion and delirium, tucked
deep into the cortex of our brains used for
nothing except the storage of knowledge.
The thoughts provoking me are telling me
Can intelligence be measured on your knowledge?
Can it not be your characteristics, skills, or of the sort?
Where have our lives escaped? In this race to
be the best achiever in this dulled world where
you only get to die once make sure you die
love redefinedlove \ˈləv\love redefined3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
: strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties
: attraction based on sexual desire
: affection and tenderness felt by lovers
: affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests
: an assurance of affection
: warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion
: the object of attachment, devotion, or admiration
: a beloved person : darling — often used as a term of endearment
: unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another
: a person's adoration of God
Tell me baby,
You call this love ?
When i talk to you about my pain,
You say " you're getting late,
Its the wrong time,
for me to have some faith,
in this relationship which failed "
I keep waiting for you,
As i look at the sun,
It shines on my face
Confusing my tears
with the sweat of my brows,
I feel it slowly burn away my skin
As it turns red, like the bloody scars
Made by the touch of your poisonous hands.
And when you co
I won't chase you anymoreLonely heart of yours has finally reached the peace, my dear friend, my lover, my dear ghost what you have done? You lost yourself bit by bit, but I'm so jealous, so jealous of you right now, how did you reached those stars, how did you lost my love inside of us, how did you vanished from my arms?I won't chase you anymore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Lord, give me strength not to finish this empty life like she did because I want to, I want to end it and join her somewhere where she is, no matter what the cost is I will pay just let me see her again, let me speak, just let me talk to the rain, if this is the last ever life scene, forgive me then cause I'm leaving it
Turn the clock back but time won't stop; my tears go back to my eyes, pain returns to my heart, tonight I'll find the way to make it without you, I'll try to live without crying, denying the truth, sounds will shut off for my ears, I will brake my own fears, running and falling but never stop, that's all what left to me, that's all I've got, hiding behind masks I'll
Roses Cannot LoveYou asked so I said yes,Roses Cannot Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shyly clutching a white daffodil,
Delivery boy, held me in your arms.
Surprised, I hugged back,
And held tightly to that poor daffodil.
Violets bloom but briefly,
And turn their heads downwards,
Averting their eyes from the sun.
They know they are delicate.
I am not a violet, but a rose,
And under my leaves hide thorns,
Under my hands hide knives,
And under my breast I lack a heart.
You told me I owned your heart,
And I thanked you,
Although I should have told you
That you had mine.
Truthfully, I had no heart to give.
I figured we could share yours, because
I did not understand that a heart could only beat for one.
I promise I tried to feel what you felt.
I peeled away my petals in search of a heart.
I did it to please you,
Because I wished to know joy like yours,
And dutifully did this rose pretend.
Is it a contract?
A verbal agreement?
I felt bound to you,
For we embarked on this quest together.
Me for my own selfish reasons.
And just because I could not find
CatharsisI didn't know I had depression until I turned around one day and found someone else in the same boat. It had never occurred to me that you could have depression and not know it and after sitting down with myself and having a good long think I came to the awful realization that it's been ten years. Ten. Years.Catharsis4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Ten years of being incapable of feeling the entire breadth of human emotion; only degrees of anger I couldn't control or understand, knowing that I was behaving completely irrationally and being unable to stop, driving away family and the precious few friends that had managed to find me and could no longer hang on to the maelstrom I had become.
It has been a never-ending rollercoaster traveling through a dream world where everything runs at quarter speed. Brief bursts of enthusiasm and passion over anything and nothing that send me shooting up to the clouds, only to creep slowly over the hill at the top, a creep that can take days or mere hours, before the car goes plunging
JesusYou are the firstJesus6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the last
You are the present
You are the past
You are my soul
You are my light
You are my life raft
You are my knight
New mercies each day
You have given to me
Because of You
I miss the mark
And sin pulls us
You make me strong
You never let me go
I know this because
You love me so.
Without JoyA bard may choose to sing a song of happy days and eternal blissWithout Joy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But why should I sing of happiness, when misery is all that is?
The suffering we see around us, is tantamount to hell
Yet we accept these horrid days; caught within a spell
Perhaps I'm simply being morbid, a soul disturbed by a darker voice
Or perhaps I am the whispered truth; personified by choice.
I will not speak of revelations nor of better days to come
In terms of hope for the future; I'd rather remain mum.
For the world I've seen has shown to me, that pain equates to life
I'm sure you've tried it many times on the edge of a sharpened knife
Why would you open embittered wounds and seek a constant pain?
Why must you always drench yourself in a cold and solemn rain?
Is the heart a device so perfectly fragile, that it needs to be reinforced
Or do we simply enjoy ourselves; screaming until we're hoarse...
The answer to this is not so simple and I've sought it out for years
I've searched in every distant cor
Merlin-Arthur: Show me your magicMerlin-Arthur: Show me your magic2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: Major Character Death
Fandom: Merlin (TV)
Relationship: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon
Summary: Merlin has just discovered he's a magician, in a city where magic is dreaded and looked down upon. But he doesn't care, because Arthur is with him.
Show me your magic...
"Show me your magic..." Arthur says, voice hoarse and breathy.
He lets himself fall in the fresh grass, trying to catch his breath after the long race up the hill. Merlin is sat beside him, his hair glued to his forehead as the light of the setting sun draws long shadows on his face. It's Arthur's twelfth birthday and he has run away from the oppressive pomp of the feast organized in his honor, dragging along his faithful friend and playmate.
"Are you sure?" the black-haired boy asks. "I thought you feared it."
Arthur shakes his head, moving his gaze on Camelot's walls and rolling closer to his friend. “People in town may be a