The aging processAt five years oldThe aging process2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her eyes so bright
A little girl full of life
She wanted to be a princess
She had so many dreams
There was nothing she couldn't achieve
At ten years old
She didn't fit in
But she still kept her smile
Her clothes were second hand
Skinny because she didn't have the money to eat
That sparkle in her eyes gone
At fifteen years old
Everyone she loved was dead
That smile of hers, yeah that was gone too
She was thrown into a school
With nobody she knew
Her dreams, those died too
Fifteen years of life was all it took
She doesn't laugh
Her dreams are gone
Her eyes haven't sparkled in years
At fifteen years old she's scarred
At sixteen years old, almost seventeen, she's jaded and pessimistic
Forced to think that her life wasn't meant to be
She think she's a mistake
All she can ever do is mess up
She doesn't understand how love works
She doesn't understand how people work
She doesn't know how to open up
Then one day she gets a book
To write her poetry in
At first she sets it asid
Girl of FleshI am not so human as you think,Girl of Flesh1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a girl of flesh with blood to bleed.
Credit me with greater subtlety;
can flesh approach the winter and the night?
touch the stars and breathe their misty chill?
stand before the ire of men?
My flesh is lightning, hot and sharp.
My blood is the thunder.
Cut me and hear my fury roar volcanic.
I am not so human as you think,
built as I am of word and time.
AshesAshesAshes2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Rising upon ashes
Rolling upon stones
Living in the rough
But you’ll still grow
They say power is only pain
But you surely have something to gain
The latter is tall
So don’t you fall
It’ll take you a while
To run a mile
So don’t you trip
Pick up every tip
Don’t you sit
For there is nothing to quite
Take a big leap
And reach the peak
The heights of the mountains
The call of wind
Rejoice because you’ve finally won
By, rising upon ashes
And rolling upon stones
Though you were bare and you were broke
100 Truths 100 WordsWhich one do you believe?100 Truths 100 Words4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A truth or a fake
Which one do you use to live?
A word or an act
You said you hate the fake
But you use that mask everyday
You said you love the act
But you use the words to say
100 truths won't have any meanings
If they keep sleeping
100 truths won't get any attentions
If they keep hiding
100 words won't have any meanings
If they just a line
100 words won't get any attentions
If they just to say
Love LostIt doesn't seem fairLove Lost7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She picks the one
Who will hurt her
You start to question
If you should have
Been so gently caring
Those weren't her type
Or maybe it's you
You start to think
You weren't good enough
You know you weren't
But maybe the truth
Is far more hurtful
You begin to move on
Just as she since had
You learn the life apart
Just as she had known
You leave a part of you behind
That lives in the times you shared
There are those times
Your mind can't express
The heart knows well
So you hold on to memories
To those cherished times you shared
So you hold onto her words
Resonating straight through to your heart
Until those words are broken
It's not that they ceased to be
It's that they never were
It's not that they weren't said
It's that they were not meant
It's not that they were the truth
It's that your heart won't stop believeing
Now comes the time that you
Now comes the time you
Now comes the time you never wanted to
In your mind
You know the time has come
I Remember, ItachiI Remember, Itachi4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I remember, I remember
When our hearts still had fragments of ember
The time when we knew love
And our souls were still with us
I remember, I remember
The darkness of the late October
How everything crashed against the ground
When crimson eyes shed crimson tears
I remember, I remember
How lugubrious the time, how dreary the cold November
Of the bleak cadence of anguish
Which I dragged myself through, inch by inch
Stained by my own blood
I remember, I remember
The last words uttered in the grievous December
Mixed with salty tears, ferrous blood and deep regret
"This is the last time" You said
While letting your hand slowly fall to the ground
A smile, I think was on your lips
But all I saw was the hatred
The abhorrence inside my eyes
The wrath inside my mind
For not dying instead of you
Itasasu - Typical SiblingsItasasu - Typical Siblings6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Beloved but foolish little brother, Im home.
Go die, came the reply from the living room.
Itachi smiled almost not be seen, but he smiled. It was so much fun to have a little brother whose life you could brighten or ruin whenever you felt like it. Ruining was what he felt the most entertaining.
He hung up his coat and walked into the living room, finding Sasuke slumped down lazily on the couch, watching MTV with the remote in his hands. A pityful sight, Itachi thought. In his brothers attempt to create a cool image he had condemded himself to the Emo-style. Pathetic.
Sasuke wore tight jeans, ripped at several places and those rips seeming to be clumsily repaired with safety pins all over. Ofcourse, that was the whole baggylook. Like he cared. Itachi had once boringly remarked that Sasuke was only too lazy to repair his pants, which resulted in a deathglare shot at him and the reply that Itachi understood zip of what was really cool. To Sasuke
For Zack Fair's LoversFor Zack Fair's Lovers2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For Zack Fair’s Lovers
Zack Fair X Reader
Short story (One Chapter)
“I love you, _______.” He whispers in your ear and then kisses you so gently, making you melt into his hold. “I love you too, Zack.” You lean forward to him in attempt to let your lips meet again, but you are shocked when your head suddenly falls downwards, awaking you from the sweet dream you were having.
“Daydreaming… again?!” You find yourself sitting alone on the bench in the public garden of the city. You look around, making sure that nobody has seen you doing the embarrassing stuff that daydreamers usually do. “Great… what if somebody saw me kissing the air or something? That must be embarrassing!” You rest your chin on your palm with boredom, muttering quietly: “When will he ever know how I feel about him? Why isn’t he able to see how much I love him? Ugh, wake up girl… it’s only a dream. Dreams never come true
Man on the Corner of Cherry and ChurchCold one coming in,Man on the Corner of Cherry and Church9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bent over on himself
like an origami man,
he was folded into homelessness
so I gave him bread.
He called me an angel, but
offer warmth to his cardboard hands.
and I'm supposed to feel good
about a handful of dimes
and a sandwich
when there's a cold one coming in?
Where do you go,
he shrugs into his jacket,
where the wind don't blow.
And all I can think is
that it can't stop the rain
snow off the lake
the wind has no home
but it still owns a knife,
and it'll stab you
it will cut you.
You said so yourself,
it's a cold one coming.
My alms shield only
the guilt I carry in my purse
when I complain about loans
while you have nothing,
but the knowledge that
snow will fill your cup
and we with walls
will ignore your sign.
Creepypasta-Chanseys NurseryCreepypasta- Chanseys NurseryCreepypasta-Chanseys Nursery3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
According to a legend that is rarely told, the small island off the coast of Cinnabar was once an inhabited tourist attraction. The island was called "Festival Island." On any map, the island is now unlabeled and underrepresented in size. It was believed that the blast that created Mewtwo scared away or killed all of the Pokémon who once inhabited the island. All of the people who traveled there never returned; even the Pokémon Center is now abandoned.
Katie's Lapras was tired of riding all day. They had traveled a great distance since leaving their home in Tangelo that morning. Having taken a two month break from training after beating the Orange League, Katie was headed to the Kanto Region. It was beginning to get dark but luckily, Katie spotted an island where she and her Lapras could rest for the night.
Katie hopped off Lapras and took out its Pok
Madness Returns: Chapter 4 Cookie time The sound of the front door was kicked opened and a sound of a woman yelling; "HATTER!"Madness Returns: Chapter 4 Cookie time2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sound of wooden sandals came closer and closer and you could just feel the negative aura coming from it.
"She's angry." Sang the little girl as she nibbled on a star-shaped shortbread cookie treat.
A man chuckled at her comment and patted her on the head. "Someone let the kitty out of the bag, huh Bridget."
The room was softly dimmed with only a few candles decorated around the room. From the window it was night time and the crescent moon barely shared any of its light. It seemed like a three story house, they were in the top room where they could see the moon. The room was decorated with green and brown wallpaper giving it an old illusion. The Hatter was sitting at a his writing desk, his fancy top hat was sitting neatly at
Casualties of WarLike your duffle bag strings,Casualties of War2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were burdened and taut.
In the hangar full
of camouflaged men,
we all blended;
another family thinking about
how if this were World War Two,
we’d be hanging you a blue star
and praying that
the alchemy of war
didn't turn it gold.
We wondered if the photograph of us,
soon to be framed on the mantle,
would be our final documentation
that you existed,
and “single mother” would become
permanent status for our matriarch,
eyes tight as she hugged us four
to her chest as if to ward away
thoughts of widowhood.
They don’t tell you about
the deaths on the home front,
how the father comes home
and can’t look at the trash,
‘cause there might be bombs hidden
and he hasn’t learned to adjust.
They don’t tell you about
how the mother some mornings
barely bundles her children out the door
before thinking she’s losing her mind,
hand pressed to her heart and shaking.
And you don’t hear about the daughter
Haikai no RengaThe Tools of Poetry #1: Haikai no RengaHaikai no Renga7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Written by Dick Whyte, Phylis Johnson and Reginald Webber
Summary: This text details the mechanics and philosophy of the Japanese poetic form known as Haikai no Renga. A group of people comprised of both professional poets and so-called 'non-poets' (preferably) gather. One of them comprises a starting line, a dyad consisting of a paradox, or contradictory statement. One might be I am blue, but I am not blue, while another might be I am sad, and yet I am happy. In Western terms this might be considered a piece of philosophical nonsense, an absurdity. Each starting line reiterates 'I am being and yet I am not being'. This phrase is an impossibility surely? Classical Western philosophy often asserts this view. As Aristotle writes after Parmenides, That which is not could [not] in any way exist [or
Crazy America Laws ReaderXAmerica ~Crack~"Hey Alfred?"you said sitting up from your spot in the confrence room.Crazy America Laws ReaderXAmerica ~Crack~2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yeah? What's up [Name]?"he asked turning toward you.
"Why is there so many crazy laws in your country?"you asked tilting your head.
Snickers all around them could be heard as his face became red.
"W-What do you mean?! My laws are cool and are there for good causes!"he said stricking a heroic pose.
"Well what about the law were it's illegal for a driver to be blindfolded while operating a vehicle. I mean who dosn't know that?"you said looking at him.
"Well that's-"he started but you cut him off.
"And what about the law were no dog shall be in a public place without its master on a leash, or a pet cat in not aloud to run loose without a tail-light, or that it's illegal to educate dogs."you said looking at him sharply.
"Well their, there for a reason and thats all I half to say!"he whinned childishly.
"Yeah well I was wondering if you could take me to Indiana."you said smiling innocently.
VOCALOID SynchronicitySynchronicityVOCALOID Synchronicity5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There is a realm which lives in constant fear of an evil dragon that lives on its outskirts. The dragon is not only evil, but also pretty much all-powerful, so you don't want to cross it...ever. Because of the dragon's influence over the realm, the kingdom's main religion is "dragonism", also known as the Draconic faith. In general, though, the dragon leaves the kingdom in peace, with one small exception. He demands that a young girl be brought to his cave, for him to keep as his prisoner. That girl is forced to sing and dance for him, until she starves to death or collapses from exhaustion. A new "Dragon Diva" is selected whenever one dies. This is pretty much the only thing the dragon demands of the kingdom, so in general, the country's people are more than happy to get the heck out of his way when he's choosing his next victim, or even openly help him, if it means that he'll refrain from wreaking any other kind of havoc on their realm. This is the s
Just One More KissWarning: Contains mild m/m romanceJust One More Kiss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pairing: Freddy x Justin
Preview Line: His words were like liquid fire running down Justin's body, scorching him, yet warming him in ways he'd only dreamed about.
"This is your new personal assistant, Justin Boliviar," his mother said as Justin froze just inside of the doorway and locked eyes with familiar green ones.
Justin had seen this guy just a week ago at a local bar. Justin was a teenager, only seventeen, but he worked as an assistant for his mother's music studio, and from time to time, he helped her out with some of the local bands. On this particular occasion, he'd been shadowing a co-worker in order to get the gist of the job when he happened to meet this strange fellow who'd introduced himself as Freddy Marcus.
Freddy's band had been at the bar performing that night, but Justin had been too busy trying to learn his new job to really notice. Of course, there was no way he could've known Freddy's band would show up a wee
Gorillaz quotes"Before Gorillaz took off I couldn't get anyone to talk to me. Now I can't get them to shut up."-Murdoc NiccalsGorillaz quotes6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sometimes good things come in big packages! I arrived in a FedEx crate!"-Noodle
"Well, we went through a lot of names. But seeing as, musically, I wanted to swing through the jungle baring my arse, I thought Gorillaz was a perfect name."-Murdoc Niccals
"War does not determine who is right. Only who is left."-Russel Hobbs
"Stripping for cash is yet another of my many talents"-Murdoc Niccals
"Sign us at our first gig, man. It'll be great press for both of us, kids will think some kind of phonenum...phenomunen, ph...some kind of movement's happening. Oh yeah, do something wicked that'll get us noticed."-Murdoc Niccals in a call to Mr. Whiffy Smiffy
"From the day we met we were inseparable. Even after he died."-Russel Hobbs about Del the Ghost
"Every great band is destroyed by their success. Cartoon bands are no exception."-Noodle
"Ask not for whom the bell tolls."-Murdoc Niccal
Ten yearsIn ten years timeTen years6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my life will be written
on my face,
the blood of my longings
will be as rust.
In the years to come
I'll gather up
all the scars you gave me,
They'll shine like stars
amidst the dust
ConvictionI guess it's pretty natural for people to stare at me. Heh. Who wouldn't? I'd stare at me, too. Rummaging through the garbage and all. But I don't care. Let them look. Let them scrutinize in disgust the reality of my life. The pathetic pickings I will find in this garbage will sustain whatever life is left in me and my family. Just another day in this dying land.Conviction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pick up the plastic bag that holds my family's dinner. I move on, hoping the next garbage can would hold more promise. I open the bag and look at the meager pickings of the day. A half-eaten chicken leg, a pizza crust, a rotting square of cheese and a piece of burnt bread. I tie the bag. I guess I can count myself lucky to find such food. There are days when I find none at all.
The summer sun scorches my back, adding to my sweat and making me greasier than ever. But this is normal to me. I look to my surroundings. Nothing new, just the usual. Old beggars slouched in the pavement, infants crying, children selling plastic bags
Gasoline, the tempressHow I loathe your foul taste and the harshness of your breath...Gasoline, the tempress3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You burn my throat, and pollute my lungs.
It destroys me inside...
Your embrace is like my own masochistic tenancy to cause pain...
The pleasure I receive, the pain I feel.
It all intoxicates me...
The strong smell lingers in my mouth, as well as the horrid taste...
The lightness in my head, the emptiness of my mind.
In the end it's all worth it...
Your kiss is like a sharp sting to my chest...
The hurt I tolerate, the euphoria I collect.
In the end it's not worth it...
You may very well kill me one day with your flammable venom...
The risk of death, the damage to my body.
If I were wise I would let your fumes drift off in the wind...
However, I can't seem to let you go...
You make my mom cry, You make my friends worry.
If I loved them I wouldn't hurt them...
But they love me more than you do...
They hold my hand, they guide me through.
Gasoline, I must end my addiction...
For my family...
And for anyone tha
Love?Love isn't a personLove?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is a need
Love is confusing
At the age of fifteen
When you invent all its reasons
When you think you know what it means
Love is longing or
Love is lack
But you won't find any answers
On your back
Or staring at some strangers ceiling
There are no hidden meanings
Love isn't a beautiful face
Or two pretty people
in a fashionable embrace
Love isn't looking good
Love can't save the world
And even if it could
It would do it with lies
Love is distraction
Love is your very own
Piece of the action
Love is subject to
a sudden retraction
With neither refund nor exchange
Love can over act
Love can be a one sided mirror
Love is this and
Love is that
Love is whatever you think it is
When you're asked.
night sky haikunight sky haiku5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the temple's roof
Unconditional loveWill you love me when I no longer have arms to cradle you in?Unconditional love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or when I no longer have lips to kiss you?
When my heart stops beating and my lungs begin to empty
Will you shed a tear for me?
Will you love me when I no longer have eyes to see you with?
Or when I no longer have ears to hear you cry?
When my mouth refuses to utter as single word, and I can't say I love you
Will you still know that I do?
Will you love me on the rainy day when I rest in peace?
Or in the proceeding future where I am no longer there?
Will you move on and find someone else to love?
Will you know that I am content with that?