Self DestructionWatch me burnSelf Destruction10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In fire so hot
Watch me burn
In what you can't stop
My screams of pain
Fall on deaf ears
You see me strain
With falling tears
Watch me burn
In flames so bright
Watch me burn
In a starless night
As the fire goes higher
of the bird of fire
Watch me burn
Engulfed so wide
Watch me burn
In fiery suicide
Leave behind ashes
After my combustion
But this does not end
My self destruction
WordsYour words surround me;Words2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twist and twirl in front of my eyes.
Everywhere I look, everywhere I run,
Again and again I hear goodbyes.
Your voice rings out,
A mist only my mind can see.
My body rooted to the ground,
My heart never to be set free.
The memories bring pain to my heart,
Enemies I cannot hope to outrun.
Our story is a tragedy;
A history that life has undone.
I wish to see beyond you,
But to life I am blind.
Your shadow covers the light;
Only darkness in my mind.
I am me.I am a rock, I am a stone,I am me.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am all the things that you bemoan.
I will not cry, I shall not weep,
Even with this pain, even if I bleed.
You cannot make me die,
No matter how hard you try,
I will not weep, although I may bleed,
I will survive, for I am me.
And once I am gone,
And have finished what I begun.
I will still be,
For I am me.
DeliveranceWith the wreckage of his life in front of himDeliverance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stared into nothingness
Everything inside screaming, seemingly oblivious to his outward silence
How did it all come to this
Too strong, too weakWe were on the verge of wisdom butToo strong, too weak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So young, still.
As young as the freshly born flowers,
Too weak for winter, too strong for love.
We've believed often that the world
Belonged to us
And we let our emotions take us deep.
We were young lovers,
And young fools.
My mother taught me to block out my tears.
She said that when we start feeling, truly feeling
We will sink into the abyss of madness.
"I will never love. I will never hate," said the golden girl.
"I will never cry. I will never fear," said she.
Font.I want to be in black and white, words written on a page.Font.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a plot that thickens at every turn the reader cant look away.
Turn me into Mystery being solved by a gloomy, brooding victor.
Or maybe a great Romance with a "Happily Ever After"
Write me into Fantasy to transcend all your realities.
With a hero who is so bold, to test my fair formalities.
Compose a great Tragedy of star crossed lovers torn apart.
I will be the weeping widow who dies from a broken heart.
Create a suspenseful Horror and I will be your screaming victim.
Yet when the monster sets in for the kill, I find a way to outwit him.
I want to be in black and white, but this all seems to much to write.
The answer is not a novel, or poem, no its a quite bit more easy.
Grab a scrap of this or that and with your pen just quickly scratch,
"I Love You, Love Me."
WarWarWar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
War is hardest when you are against yourself.
When each room is a new battlefield,
and each day is another fight.
War is hardest when you fight alone.
When all of the soldiers look like you,
and act and talk and laugh like you.
When you have to look into your own eyes
as you pull the trigger.
War is hardest when you do not win,
and when all of the soldiers look like you,
and fall and cry and die like you.
The worst moment is when you are killed
and you look upon your own grave,
with your own name,
and no one weeps for you.
War is hardest when you fight for nothing.
Ballad of my Love for YouBallad of my Love for YouBallad of my Love for You2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dear, today in English class
You turned your lovely head.
Your eyes met mine; I surely felt
My heart would be stopped dead.
The other kids, they laugh and jeer,
They are so cruel to me.
But you don't say those nasty things,
With you I'd rather be.
Shall I write this with trembling hands?
Reveal my secret love?
I'll say to you the things I feel,
My heart, you will know of.
I'll write this note for you alone,
My crush, for you to see;
I'll tell you of these things I love,
Together we should be.
Your eyes, they are so beautiful,
I want them in a jar.
Cut out with my ball-point pen, I'd
Always know where they are.
Your skin, so soft and gorgeous fair,
I long for its caress…
I'd love to feel your soft, soft skin,
Made into a new dress.
Your white teeth will my jewelry be,
So jealous are the girls,
Red in the face, they'll see your bone,
The brooch in my long curls.
Inside my head there are voices,
They tell me what to do.
They whisper "scratch
Army Of WordsArmy Of Words:Army Of Words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes we may not know.
How much our words mean.
We simply think before speaking.
Never know the impacts of our meaning.
Though, you taught me to love.
Gave me the confidence.
Encouraged my ambition.
With every last intention.
To protect me from life.
What a wonderful Wife.
It is funny what we may not know.
As you just say those three words.
"I love you,"
As long as it's said.
No matter if slurred.
As long as it's heard.
I am protected by an Army Of Words.
In Between Cases"Sherlock, please, the wall!" John Watson emerged from his room, wearing his usual creamy-white sweater and a light blue shirt underneath.In Between Cases3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The revolver let out another loud bang, which made John jump. Slightly.
He should be used to it. It had been only a few days since the last case, but none the less Sherlock was bored. And a bored Sherlock never boded well. He had started out by shooting at his usual wall, and then he had just been lying on the couch as he stared at the ceiling. And this morning he had been shooting at everything.
John had been patient, but when a bullet whizzed through his room, he'd known it'd have to stop.
"Sherlock, couldn't you please just..." John started, walking into the living room. But he'd barely crossed his own threshold, as another loud noise disrupted at 221B Baker Street.
John snapped his head around too fast, making his neck sear with pain.
"Sherlock! John! Hello!" Anderson called, as he and Lestrade entered the living room. He looked from John
MYTHODEA ~ Dark Night of SoulMYTHODEA ~ Dark Night of Soul2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the labyrinth of darkest dreams, I am the pitch
of coldest night
In the solace of the blackest dawn I seek you
Where unblinking eyes sojourn in forests wild,
the kiss of ash and sanguine bespeaks
Whispers of a thousand skies rust and fall
The syrup of the gloaming hums thru the trees..
Obsidian mists bejewel the hunger of my soul,
like silhouettes dissolving into the poise of talons
In murk of scorched grove, Witches tears drip from
the leaves caressing the tip of my tongue
Acrid winds scented by forbidden incantations,
slither deep into the prelude of Love's sacrament
In shallow of ebon fields I bask in beautiful decay,
as black roses drift in ballads of nocturnal reverie
Beneath the providence of dark stars, I am the river;
the ink which you lust mystic poison & naked flesh
Undress thy ache upon sable breath, drink my gaze
Covet my shadow, unto forever you shall drown
Arthur Crow © 2012
I bet you cut"I bet you cut yourself," he says and it takesI bet you cut2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of me and more, and there is nothing to take. I laugh
and cry a little inside. Die a little more and smile
"Of course not."
He stares at me and it's like one of those dreams where you're
Naked and I want to shove my guts in my mouth and burn in Heaven,
rip my scalpel through my thigh, throw my skull at a window and let the
Pain in my body overwhelm the pain in my heart.
"I'm joking," he says and I think I should feel bad for him, instead I
Hate him a little. He's grinning and I think about how I'd love to
Carve his face into the Joker.
"I know," I say and I hate myself a little, too.
He's gone back to me, front to his friends
and you'd think this was to become a nice old love story but
Happy endings only happen in books.
"I do," I whisper and I laugh because it sounds like a wedding vow and I
don't think I'll marry and I don't think I can. I'm scarred and eventually
my scars will have scars
and there will be no amoun
SubmissionThe draw is stronger than alcohol,Submission6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stronger than the next fix,
Stronger than that last drag.
It is more than just a phase,
More than a fad,
Its not something you grow out of.
The need to please is all consuming,
It is soul defining.
It is as elemental as breathing.
There is just something that clicks in your brain
When the collar comes on
When the leash comes out
When you see your true master.
To be without them is a fate worse than death
You would rather not eat
Than to ever cause them displeasure.
You would walk through hot coals
Crawl over broken glass
Face your greatest humiliation
Just to please them.
Submission is not a role for me
Its not a game or a fantasy.
Plain and simply ..
It is who I am.
In Between Cases - 2Sherlock had pestered him even more than usual the rest of the day. He'd had to make tea several times, as Sherlock would drink it like a normal person would breathe. He'd also had to fetch him everything from a spoon to his own laptop.In Between Cases - 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
He'd also send several messages. For Sherlock. He'd cleaned some of the mess. That Sherlock had made. He'd generally been busy doing everything and nothing for Sherlock all day.
But he was finally leaving. Pulling his jacket onto one arm, he leaned into the kitchen. "Sherlock, I'm going now." He said. Sherlock barely lifted his head, but just continued staring at the microwave. "Have fun, John." He said, shrugging lightly. John paused, studying Sherlock slightly. "Are you okay?" He asked carefully. Sherlock nodded.
"Now go have fun." Sherlock said. John blinked a few times. "Are you sure? I don't have to go. Are you alright?" he looked with worry at Sherlock.
"Go." Sherlock said sternly.
John jumped at the tone, then nodded to himself. "I will. See you
Words of PainWords of PainWords of Pain8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You put me through all this torture
All this pain and all this misery
I won't show my heartbroken tears
You can see that I'm hurt inside
You can see my wrist bleeding
I am dying inside because of you
I can only see red and black
The knife gleams with my blood
The rope gets tighter around my neck
I hate this but my heart says I must
A stake is piercing my heart
I try so hard to gain your love
All I get is a deadly answer
I am going insane because of you
Every time I hear your name
I lose control and I am broken
My sanity becomes lost
I am losing my mind
And I am at a loss of words
These words will always remain unsaid
Into the LightThe moon tonight is, simply, a white noteInto the Light3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
adrift, spinning. It patiently tracks the breeze
on the edge of genesis, floating in motes
of static. On the surface, it seems at ease.
Light filters through oak leaves and coats
its thrall, the summer heat's slow weave
through the river's margins to the throat
of the sea. Small fish leap up to tease
the moon tonight. Simply, this white note
rotates its body like thread released
from reel, alters its position over nodes
THOUGHTS ON CHARACTER SHEETSTHOUGHTS ON CHARACTER SHEETS3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
What is the purpose of a character sheet?
To help others draw your character.
To help others imagine your character when they read about them in prose.
POINT OUT DEFINING FEATURES
Labels everywhere might look a little unnecessary to some people, but when you think about it, it really isn't. In a lot of cases, your character's reference sheet is the first and only piece of your art a trade friend or commission artist has ever seen. They have no way of knowing all the feet or noses or hands you draw aren't like John Doe's.
Please keep your style in mind.
Sometimes a person's art is so stylized that it's hard to tell what features are deliberate. I'm lookin' at you, anime. It's great to be confident in your art skills, but not everybody reads 'wolf' the same way you do. Put what species your character is on the sheet.
Suggested information to highlight:
Age (not only numerical but terms such as child, teen, young adult, adult, etc...)
Facial features (not ever
In Between Cases - 3John opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling for a number of minutes. His brows furrowed. It wasn't his ceiling.In Between Cases - 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
He moved around a bit. And not his sheets. Or even his bed. He turned, and looked around. It was Sherlock's room. What was he...? Had it been a dream?
"John could you bring me your phone?" Sherlock said from the living room. John glanced at the clock, just to notice that there wasn't one. He slid out of bed, realizing he was wearing that same shirt he'd worn the day before.
What worried him was not that it was the shirt from the previous day, but the fact that he was wearing it to bed. To Sherlock's bed.
He rubbed his head slowly, and walked out of the room. Odd. He wasn't hung over.
Sherlock was lying on the couch, legs and arms sprawled everywhere. Dressed in his black silk robe, with his black hair ruffled and slightly plastered to his forehead. John forgot how to breathe for a moment. He adjusted his trousers slightly.
Carefully he moved to the couch, and sat on the edge
Character Profile Form GERMANCharacter Profile Form GERMAN3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Charakter Steckbrief Deutsch
Bedeutung des Namen:
Ursprung des Namen:
Sozioökonomischer Status als Kind:
Sozioökonomischer Status als Erwachsener:
Wichtigstes Ereignis der Kindheit, das sie/ihn immer noch beeinflusst:
Andere Erinnerungen/Ereignisse, die sie/ihn immer noch beeinflussen und warum/inwiefern:
Vergangene Fehler, von denen sie/er es peinlich fänden, wenn andere davon wüssten und warum:
Größte Desillusionierungen der Kindheit:
I Am HumanToes crushed into the highheels he bought me, I walked along the side walk with my purse trying to escape my shoulder. My head was down so passing people wouldn't see the make-up on my face and call me "ugly" again. While my legs moved faster than before, the black dress my beloved found beautiful began to ride up my body and expose my disgusting looking knees. I quickly yanked down the dress and continued this fast pace, continued onward to where he waited for me in our cozy living room by the TV.I Am Human3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
My purse dropped but I did not want to stop and retrieve it so I progressed on. A voice behind me called out for me to stop because the person had picked up the purse, my heart sunk deep into my stomach. I did not turn to face the approaching foot-steps, I did not speak when the young woman handed me the purse, I did not cry when she looked at my face and screamed in pure disgust. I did snatch my purse and run faster than I have before, breaking one of my heels a few feet away from the house
DXM 1You do not have to close your eyes to see ..whats insideDXM 16 years ago in Open More Like This
awakening unconscious mind, using more than the usual 10%
new dimensions and senses become of, unequippable though
icons/familiar things are seen and created in everything
consciousness similar to computer processes with priority
overflow of consciousness into perception/reality complex
Awakens timeless senses and dimensions outside illusions
OverI braced myself. Told myself over and over againOver8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wouldn't cry.
Sharper than every goddamn forlorn piece of glass
I should have cut my wrists with long ago.
I have boxes full of painkillers. If only I had taken enough
to end this crucification, now and forever.
Bloody red wine fails me.
Vodka. Whiskey. Drown my heart.
Agressy. I'd rape if I could.
Murder with these bare hands
which made you moan.
No manmade prison can ever be worse
than this gruesome reality -
fuck me as you always did
and don't worry about the blood on the sheets
as I slit my throat.
You condemned me to the gutter
and in the gutter I belong.
Note of QuestionDearest,Note of Question3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Is this really goodbye?