Self DestructionWatch me burnSelf Destruction2 years 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
I am me.I am a rock, I am a stone,I am me.3 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.
WordsYour words surround me;Words3 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.
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 Cases4 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
WarWarWar3 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.
I bet you cut"I bet you cut yourself," he says and it takesI bet you cut3 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
Ballad of my Love for YouBallad of my Love for YouBallad of my Love for You3 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 Words3 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.
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
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 - 24 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
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 - 34 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
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."
Character Profile Form GERMANCharacter Profile Form GERMAN4 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:
Words of PainWords of PainWords of Pain9 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
DXM 1You do not have to close your eyes to see ..whats insideDXM 17 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
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 Human4 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
MYTHODEA ~ Dark Night of SoulMYTHODEA ~ Dark Night of Soul3 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
SocietyI'm living in a world I cannot stand the sightSociety6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your materialist voices are all I hear at night.
Sycophantic lies are all you represent
The truth you despise, my life you lament.
I'm living in a world I cannot stand the sight
What is right is wrong and wrong is right.
You are all possessive nonetheless
A superficial mentality I strongly detest.
I'm living in a world I cannot stand the sight
Your dishonest facades show no contrite.
But I live in harmony in an idealistic way
Philosophically driven I feel no dismay.
I'm living in a world I cannot stand the sight
The scarcity of moral fiber is an unholy fright.
I think I need to search for a better place
Because when you think more than you have
You need more space.
PretendThis is the part where youPretend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pretend to hang on my every word
and I try not to notice your hand on my thigh.
I will pretend to care about Flemish art and jazz
and you will pretend to
You will say God is a fragment
and I will say Nietzsche had it all wrong.
You will swear blue is the new red
and I will swear your face is not the loud
animal you want it to be
and that charities are honest men.
You will promise to read my poetry
and I will promise to love your mind
more than your father ever did
and in the morning
we will pretend to be strangers
Attention All Hetalians!It has come to my attention that many people are beginning to leave the Hetalia fandom. The reason behind this is not because the anime/manga is bad, or it had been cancelled, or anything having to do with Hetalia in general.Attention All Hetalians!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No, it's because of the fans.
Nowadays, words like "hetaboo" and "hetafags" are what most people associate with the Hetalia fandom. "Why is this?" You may ask. Well, Hetalia fans (or "Hetalians") were not as decent as they once were.
Instead of being polite about their fandom, they shove it down your throat.
Instead of respecting ships they don't like, they bash on those ships, saying things like "NUUUUUU!!11! MY SHIP IS SO MUCH BETTER BECAUSE blah blah blah."
Instead of loving the show in general, they obsess over the pairings.
This, my friends, is the outright definition of "weeaboo".
If this sort of behavior continues, more and more Hetalian begin to leave the fandom. In fact, it's already begun. Hetalians have already grown tired of their weeaboo-filled fandom
Into the LightThe moon tonight is, simply, a white noteInto the Light4 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
RedeemedHide your blushing faces behindRedeemed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the delicately chiseled masks of the righteous
and let your minds sink to the bottom of the abyss
The bearer of Truth walks among you,
conceiled by a heavy cloak of shyly whispered secrets
that rustles softly with every step
I know how the dark power buried in your skin
writhes and recoils from this lethal touch of hope
So kiss the tombstone of the unborn child and
wipe the filthy beads of grief tainting your cheeks
You entered the realm of eternal dusk like warriors
waving the banners of a war that wasn't yours to fight
spitting on the innocence you were leaving behind
Now behold your kingdom and weep
The redeemer is dead
and you still don't have wings
Price of Love- Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 12Price of Love- Slave!GreecexRoman!Reader part 122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Huh, what's this?"
You groaned quietly, not too happy with the prospect of waking up. Your arms and legs felt cramped and you weren't feeling very well, but you opened your eyes anyway. Harsh light immediately assaulted your eyes and you blinked rapidly and squinted, staring up at the silhouette of a man. Then you remembered that you were in a cart in the middle of Rome, which you needed to be out of, and by now Marcus had probably notified the soldiers and was looking for you himself.
"What are you doing in my cart?" his head tilted a bit and you tried taking a better look. Now you could see he had shaggy, sun-bleached blond hair with darker, almost brown undertones that reached almost to his shoulders. "Are you alright?" his eyes wondered over you then back toward Heracles. From the little you could see of his face he looked concerned.
You cough and started awkwardly attempting to crawl out of the cart. "Y-Yes we're fine..." you trailed off when you looked past th