Psych ConfessionsWhen I see a little blue Toyota Echo, I cant help but to do a double take.Psych Confessions6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I cant help but dance (and scream) like a little girl when I see Shawn Spencer.
When I hear the words Shawn or Spencer, I start daydreaming.
I cant help but be very jealous of Juliet.
And the little boy cat that Shawn carries around in 9 lives.
When I hear the words I know, I break out into the Psych Theme Song.
When I got to the store, I scream pineapple whenever I see one.
When I agree with something/someone, I reply you know thats right.
I crave Chinese food consistently.
I quit eating mint after I learned Lassiter was allergic to it.
I have to look at every guy riding a motorcycle to make sure I didnt miss Shawn.
When I see Dog the bounty hunter, I leads me to think about very close talking.
Since the Spellingg Bee episode, I have to watch the National Spelling Bee just in
case Shawn shows up.
Since I saw Cloudy Cha
Haunt me my misery, my loveI feel like crying myself to sleep,Haunt me my misery, my love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hope I'd wake up
to a new world where you don't exist.
Where streets don't have a past
songs have no special meaning
and people no longer ask about us.
Or maybe I'd bang my head against a wall,
to slip into a blissful amnesia
and no longer recall your voice.
I wish for a seasonless Earth
without the burning heat of July
nor the rainy days of December.
Just an eternal night, with endless snow
where the fog on the cold windows
is not tainted with the letters of your name.
I wish to take my love back,
pour it into glasses of wine
and drink to the melodies of madness
we joyfully chanted to hollow wind.
I pray and plead for a dreamless snooze,
away from the fires your lips hold
and the sighs of my old bed
when it feels the lack of your warmth.
Maybe I'll pull the covers over myself and curl,
try to convince myself I don't feel pain
and hope to forget you, run away,
and slowly cry myself to sleep
into a land no longer haunted with our
:Forbidden- Ch 10::Forbidden- Ch 10:2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hesitated a moment before turning and running back into the house. AJ was already trying to push his way between the quarreling brothers.
"Cain!" The blue-haired teen screamed, his fist tightening around the man's shirt. "You need to calm down!"
Cain ignored AJ, pushing him aside to swing his fist toward Talen's face. Cain's sibling dodged it and retaliated with a right hook of his own but instead of his brother, Talen's knuckles struck AJ's face, the dark-eyed boy staggering backwards and lifting his hands to his eye. He whimpered for a moment before shaking off the pain and re-centering himself between the two, turning towards Cain.
"Cain, please stop!"
His hands wrapped around the man's waist as he burrowed his already bruised face into his slightly blood-stained shirt. Cain stilled, staring down at AJ, his eyes widening. Talen stumbled backwards, a wall catching him before he could lose his footing altogether as he lifted his arm, wipin
DeathDeath2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fallen to the frail, desecrated figure of none other than Death
What of life
To be it nothing more than a shell of lost expectations, and diminished potential
Why are the rest finding a chance?
To be given choice other than pain and remorse
To live every day without looking in the mirror
Knowing who they are
As we stare in the mirror
Asking every day, what we have become
What has happened to this world
To see our form as frail as Death
The mirror shattering through venting
And pain found no more within us
Our knuckles bled that day
Only smiling at the pain
It has always been there to comfort us
Never felt by those with a future
Or a choice of what they are and were
To not run from marked pasts, or lingering choices
Lingering in the back of our minds as we attempt to sleep that night
Let it be said Death may be cruel, but not as cruel as the life once lived, or the life to be lived by others
HeartacheThis silver blade knows no shameHeartache3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cutting my heart in half of its glory
and reaping the beating from my chest
I have hoped and prayed
wishing the pain to be swept away
crying myself, all miseries
It keeps pumping and bleeding
caring not for my hurt
living outside of me, still
The heartache remains and grows
damning me for all eternity
to this unknown identity...
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Butterfly Inkshe writes her words in ink or dust from butterfliesButterfly Ink3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as she dances her fingers around them
letting them in the sky, to freely flow
in the green hills and fields, to grow
escaping onto magic, beating slowly their wings
they seem to be golden, but they are not
they are far more precious in their glow
treasures and secrets that only faes must know
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Glossi.Gloss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a poem
for lip gloss
and the pre-teen
who wears it
and the old woman
This is for
sparkle and stick.
For bodies like
For all the boys and girls
who would breath in
when the wick turned black.
Before their hair
turned grey with ash,
and their eyes fogged over
from the naked heat.
Before young love dies
and is buried in a shoebox,
with a little pile of rocks
to mark where it was.
This is for
the scared little boy
who spent all his time
While pretty girls
lay on autumn hills,
and even the crickets play
in major key.
With their noses
face down in the soil.
With their discarded jackets
on the grass, limp-
and making angels.
DP: Sam's Secret SantaSams Secret SantaDP: Sam's Secret Santa7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I heard theyve all been sworn to secrecy until after last period, Tucker muttered under his breath to Sam and Danny as they passed the latest class to exit Lancers class. They werent the last class of the day, only second to last, but whatever it was that had all of Lancer's other students squirming since first period was enough to make the loser trio of Casper High worried.
Sam shrugged, the least phased of them all. It cant be illegal, I know he cleared it through Ishiyama.
It was Dannys turn to snort as he pushed his hair back from his eyes. He also got the A-List out of detention how many times by going to her?
Point taken, Sam said with a roll of her eyes as they slipped through the door of Lancer's classroom and headed for the far corner.
It was their habitual seating choice in any of the classrooms, affording a good view of everyone and everything that went on inside, a fair vie
DistancesThere's a little girl made of glass withDistances2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Purgatory eyes. She
Can't seem to remember where
She's misplaced all those lovely words.
The mockingbirds and stellar jays, they
Cry out, "Little one,
You can't even recall the color of your
You've sharks' teeth in your blood and
Sewing pins in between your collarbones-
What do you know of
This world, anyhow?
Perhaps you are simply
They watch her; she trades butterflies and
Midnight love letters for the
Ability to look without seeing anything.
She gives them one of her ribs
Every afternoon; they can
Use them much better
Than she ever will.
SlenderSlender2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was dark and foggy. The winds howled as they blew through the dead branches that barely hung on the trees that towered over the parched grass. Shadows slowly slithered slowly covering the ground with its dark blanket that carried a jet black shade. A large tree stood in a foggy clearing. The tree was tall and carried no leaves. The wind blew, and something hung mysteriously on the tree. I walked closer to it; It was an old piece of paper. writen on the paper were the words "ALWAYS WATCHES NO EYES" I turned my flashlight on. Turning around.....hiding behind a tree stood a tall man....but only one thing was missing......he had no face...
Due Date Ch.14 EdWinA screech pierced his ears. Invading, filling his head and slowly making its way throughout his body, leaving a stinging pain in the tips of his toes, the tips of his fingers, and in his abdomen. It sent a message to his brain, telling him to run, to find his way back to the room he had only just left, and take away the pain that was causing that soul crushing scream.Due Date Ch.14 EdWin2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Apparently, his legs had more sense than his brain because he’d already made it to the door when he was in the middle of his thought process. He flung it open without hesitation, the door emitting a loud creaking noise, and was met with the sight of Winry curled up into a circle, frantically clutching at her abdomen, trying, from what it looked like, to grab a hold of anything and squeeze the death out of it for a little bit of tension release. Her face was wrought with sheer horror, she knew exactly what was happening.
But to the terror of both her and Ed, it was still too early.
Due Date Ch.17 EdWinThe door opened with a faint clicking noise, and a voice sounded inside the waiting room, “Edward?” The doctor asked, searching the small waiting area until she met with the distraught eyes she was looking for.Due Date Ch.17 EdWin2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Ah, there you all are…” she rubbed her hands together and stepped inside, shutting the door quietly behind her.
Ed straightened in his seat, and Alphonse mirrored him, giving his brother one last concerning glance before he turned to the doctor.
“How are they?” his strained voice was like a knife in her throat. Honestly, she still had no idea what to say. Despite the long walk she had traveled to get to the room, her mind had come up with nothing. Only worry was present.
She sighed and rubbed her forehead, deciding to act like an adult and tell it to him straight, “I honestly can’t say that I know. Winry is in critical condition, and the baby is being taken care of in the NICU.” She paused and took in a breath,
I am the wayward childI wish I had something more to offerI am the wayward child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when your joints ached and your bones creaked
and you wept dust; (the cobwebs around
your tongue were a comfort once)
but I am three times screwed
over backwards and turned right around,
breathing in gravel and praying on
the only consistencies I know like
on Sun-day we are in the house of God
and it won’t rain and dad won’t speak
and mom will sit with pursed lips counting
all the times we didn’t kiss her goodbye
and everyone will call it normal,
everyone will look at the way I write words
on cracked pavement and get glassy-eyed
when they speak softly and forget the sound
of my own voice when I’m afraid; all those times I
tripped over my own feet and walked away
with wounded knees, and they will call me normal.
I’m at it again, building barricades
from ashes and calling them friends
(this here is fear, he visits me nightly;
and that stale stain in the corner
is actually anxiety, recuperating
from the moment it caught a
The Butterfly ProjectThe Butterfly Project3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This is a project I wanted to kind of start a whole fashion rage, but it probably won't.. Anyway, this is for all the self harmers and their supporters. Heres what you do:
1. When you feel like you want to cut, take a marker, pen, or sharpies and draw a butterfly on your arm or hand.
2. Name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.
3. You must let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it off.
4. If you cut before the butterfly is gone, you've killed it. If you dont cut, it lives.
5. If you have more than one butterfly, cutting kills all of them.
6. Another person may draw them on you. These butterflies are extra special. Take good care of them.
7. Even if you don't cut, feel free to draw a butterfly anyways, to show your support. If you do this, name it after someone you know that cuts or is suffering right now, and tell them. It could help.
anyone want to try this with me? doesn't sound like much, but you never know what mi
Dark Labyrinth[Jareth]Dark Labyrinth2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In my dark Labyrinth I was tossing and turning
All my nightmares made real oh how can this be --
the words slipped out of her lips --
My kingdom fallen to bits!
Then I opened my eyes
And the blame was on me!!
I was once the most magical Fae and Unseelie.
When the Courts cast me out I found my own way!
A kingdom abandoned by time
a king at the start of his prime!
but six words spoken
tore it away!
from the dark labyrinth magic will find her
In the dark labyrinth night has no dawn!
Revenge will be so sweet
[Jareth AND Goblins]
When the queen falls to my feet!
In the dark labyrinth
[Jareth screaming / lightning crashing]
She'll be gone!
I can feel that my powers are slowly returning!
Dawn my cape and war paint then i'll venture outside!
As my armies fall into place
I'll see the look on her face!
her world is forfeit now due to her pride!
From the dark labyrinth sorrow will find her!
Sorrow's the least I can do!
VictimsWe find the victimsVictims2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are easy to spot
Among the crowd amiss
It is so backwards
Why have the weak
To suffer past the boundaries of a simple shrug
Transitioning to a cut
To dark thoughts
Lead to dark actions
To be resurrected
Before having it begin again
Why not target the stronger
Let them transition from the peak
To the middle
To the gravel
Leading to equivalent torment
To be shook in their core
Before rising once again
All because of a voice
Of a victim
To become a predator
Having become the enemy
Turning on his kin
Turning on the victims
The people who held him when he was at his darkest day
Who helped him cry
Not because of pain
But of joy
Because he knew others cared
We are all victims
Do not snuff it out like a fresh flame
And have our skin crackle in the fire
We will be wanted
All the victims are
Broken and scarred as we are
CaleaShe's brewing that teaCalea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the island
that grabs your hair
and pulls you into
the street. I'd drink
it to get rid of
my wild dogs; all that
lonely guilt and
with more in my year
before the steam catches
our senses. Time is less
of a straight line
and more of a blowtorch.
It seals us up before
we can flaunt our disease.
A paranoid schizophrenic
doesn't know he's sick; the junkie
believes what he says.
We nakedly trust our eyes
we nakedly trust our bodies.
It's all enough to kill a storm
and make a coat
from its hair.
My blue-green iris
grows with my mouth
on tiny strings
and tiny thoughts
as my body drinks,
Sorry Then SafeiSorry Then Safe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we like to play with fire.
as it eats away at our
insipid nature, and licks the
desolate consistency of our bones,
our inner cold is warmed.
you say that it reminds you
of my fevered eyes.
we make scarecrows into humans
into saviors, then tear them down again
for not cleansing out our wounds.
we forget they were only born
to keep the birds from
devouring us further.
and they watch, feebly, as we
fall face-first into our fate
you looked me dead in the eye
"we are all walking ghosts
waiting to die so we can live"
and your whitened hands became
a symbol of achievement
we write our epitaphs the day we're conceived,
like a taunt to something greater to come
and steal us away in the middle of the night
from the livelihood we were promised.
but it's less than that, we're erasing
all definitions of chance. we're
marking the path we never want to follow.
we drift in and out of self-awareness,
human consciousness, competing philosophies,
delusions of grandeur and deeper
Bloody LoveBloody LoveBloody Love8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If his vampire fangs would cut through your skin
Would you stun, pray to God or be tempted to grin?
As he touches your neck seeking blood from within
He commits you to life of redemption in sin.
Is the love of the Devil
Too much for a mortal?
For a start, it just doesn't seem right.
But why put up a fight?
If he wants you tonight
You should give up your heart
To vampiric delight.
You could try to forget
He's the presence of death
And pretend you've abandoned your tears.
Yet he grants you a thrill
And imprisons your will
Forcing you to enjoy what you hear:
It's my duty
To convert such a beauty!
You know, love does exist
Among bloodthirsty beasts
Such as us.
True, I must bite the flesh
Out of Nature's invulnerable need
But don't plead,
Take the lead!
Share my creed
Of a time when my race will expand
And this land will be filled with the... "people" you knew...
I don't want you to fear.
Be delighted, my dear!
As I dream to begin my expansion with
But I'm Still ListeningShe is stuttering down a badly connected phone line that went dead seven and a half minutes ago. She wants to tell you that she is parting her lips to scalding water and letting her tongue burn. She wants you to know that she only lives for midnight when, eyes glazed, she is mesmerised by the way the clock breathes 00:00 like time doesn't exist. Like it never has done and never will again: like she never existed.But I'm Still Listening5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She is holding her lungs in balled-up fists in an exchange for ceasefire, while all the time wondering why she feels so empty. She stands with no protection as the sky rips itself apart, because at times like these they are the same. She wants you to know that she needs the rain to wash her away.
She doesn't quite trust herself to stay conscious when she blinks, so she's given up sweeping dust away from the headlights. After all, she's only atoms and who really cares?
Believing that tomorrow's dawn will erupt into paper leaves and frosted blueprints for breathing