bipolarmy emotions are likebipolar6 years ago in Other More Like This
spilled paint, flooding
the streets with an array
of manic colors. the fumes
rise into the air like the
angel-sweet smoke from
a stick of incense, and my
peers are getting high off
my mania laced with misery.
[they'll never forget me after
i'm gone, my epitaph
depicting my fame].
i'm staring at the city
skyline from the edge of
a cliff, questioning my
existence yet falling in love
with the incandescent lights
under the midnight sky,
reflecting in my midnight eyes.
i try to refrain from leaping
off, slowly letting go of my
education, my enemies, the
memories that haunt my
head like wailing poltergeists.
[i spread my arms, wondering
if i'll fly, but the stars hold me
they're all watching my
neurosis, laughing at my
journeys back and forth
between grandiloquence and
melancholia. i'm a pawn in
this game of psychotropic drugs
and therapists with plastered-on
smiles, a game i'll be playing
until the end of my days.
i shut my eyes to the remarks,
the expectations o
Burning BridgesYou can look back reveling on every bridge you burnt,Burning Bridges3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flames all a different color,
And the smoke falling in peculiar patterns,
From each and every blaze.
The burning bonds still radiate a heat,
That when you touch them,
You'll still feel a little burn.
With every memory,
Scorching back through your heart and mind.
And the scald marks never fade,
They just cool a little,
Ever tingling, ever prickling,
With the injuries you sustained.
The infernos create a pretty little light show,
In the night sky of your heart.
As you sit on your island,
Watching them all go up in flames.
emotion, embodiedthere are thingsemotion, embodied3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
living in me
that bring the floor
to my knees-
powers like concrete
of my bones
filled with something
i have been
holding my breath
for so long
that i am scared
to let my body
or give vessels,
living in me,
the means to
i pray to god,
a being unseen,
that i will
kill off these things
living inside me;
all i manage
is kill off
The Last PoemArt is lifeThe Last Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words are love
Beauty of their rhyme
The grace of their wisdom
It is the meaning of all there is
Sometimes the words end
Their music ceases
Words are gone
fallen angelsI was bounded by my wingsfallen angels6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I couldn't cry, I shan't cry
but I wanted to fly; I wanted
to soar and feel the wind playing
with my hair- the sky at the
tips of my fingertips.
I am trapped in stories of
paper hearts; trying hard to
breathe. air had never been
so cruel to me; she's trying to
I am looking at the full moon
in the sea, fallen from the sky,
as I had. I was looking to
wake up and to fall into another
dream. I was looking to be fixed,
unbounded, yet chained.
<i was looking to be
flying with you>
The rain was crying and
wet was on wet, twisted
together. dreams were far
and foggy clouds were tormenting
us. under the invisible stars;
beyond the vast mountains.
The Four ElementsWaterThe Four Elements3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowing ever freely, in a mystical dance
Dancing all Her worries away
Gently lapping waves shifting and forming endlessly
Lights up the surrounding figures
A glint of hope through the darkness.
He keeps away all of the monsters at night,
During your most haunted moments.
Offers a surface to walk on
Keeps all of nature together.
He makes sure we can't fall
Though He isn't perfect.
Invisible to the ones passing
Whispering in their ears for them to follow.
She has no shape or form,
Yet She is the wisest amongst us.
The water, the fire, the earth, the air.
All deadly yet generous in their own ways.
The Day of the Black SunI dont own the Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of its characters.The Day of the Black Sun7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sokkla - The Day of the Black Sun
Sokka wandered through a corridor his sword in his hands. Everything seemed so dark and dim that day. The day of the black sun
Of course he wouldnt have been alone if he hadnt recognized that movable torch holder on one of the walls of another hall while he waited for the others. Also he still wouldnt be in a situation like this if he had waited for at least Toph to be around before he pulled it. Which didnt seem such a good idea now
When he pulled on the holder he heard as some mechanical trapdoor system got to life. Then he knew it was a mistake because in the next moment the floor beneath and
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
Tokyo Teddy Bear - English lyricsTokyo Teddy BearTokyo Teddy Bear - English lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Original by Rin Kagamine
Music by: Neru
Oh Mother, Father, I'm sorry for all my lies
Thanks for always being there, to soothe me when I cried
Oh Brother, Sister, I doubt I'll see you soon
It's time for me to go, in these old worn out shoes
Their ego growing bigger, I steer away from the crowd
Hoping they'll disappear, just maybe somehow
"I only wanted to be loved", I scream out
If I could only find, some special way to rewind,
Cut out part of my soul inside
Oh "Love your neighbor", said the savior
No one listens to his show
Yeah "You're just a nothing, you don't matter!"
Why not? I don't know!
I got hurt trying to dream of, filling the gaps behind the seams
Someone tell me the truth,
What does life mean?
To all my classmates, this is my final goodbye
None of you stopped to help, when I felt lonely or when I cried
Is this honestly what you see in me? Is this honestly what you see in I?
Is this honestly what lies underneath? Is this honestly the ugliness inside?
Apocalypse ArcaneTumultuous screamsApocalypse Arcane6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
seeping from these
erupt in malevolent
tempest's final regime.
Silence was stilled,
and this cacophony
aggregate within -
choleric to the end.
To embark amid
torrid, fervent flame,
searing soul and body.
These corporeal remains
now but ash and dust
from whence they came.
Apotheosis of avarice,
slow serpentine decay;
to conceive disarray.
Hand wrought of ruin,
the fall, sacred seer's
dissidence eternal -
Vehement ember's rain,
bleeding corrosive dismay.
Hearts held in pain -
SE How To Save A LifeHow To Save A LifeSE How To Save A Life1 year ago in Drama More Like This
“Soul, can you please come inside of the kitchen?” Maka asked nicely. She didn’t want to do what she was about to do but she could no longer pretend like it wasn’t a big deal. She had stood beside her boyfriend through thick and thin and she really loved him but she couldn’t be with him anymore.
“What is it you want?” His voice was slurred from the alcohol he had been drinking the same morning.
“Please. Come inside of the kitchen.”
Soul growled and muttered a “fine.” He got up from his couch and wobbly made his way toward the kitchen. After his dear brother Wes had died he had become a wreck. The alcohol had been his only cure from the pain and because of that he lost all of his friends one by one while his girlfriend Maka had stayed beside him. She had helped him through thick and thin, helping him eat and even giving him aspirins and water in the morning. But all her actions were for
My Sister (2P!Seychelles x Reader)________________ yawned and rolled out of bed. It was summer vacation and she for the first time in ages, she didn’t have to get up early, rather for camp or something, she got to stay home this summer. It was Dad’s idea for her to just take up easy, granted she had something to do every few days. This summer, she was taking driving lessons from Francis and being his personal driver and delivery girl and helping out the Kirkland Bakery whenever she could. Because of these little part time jobs, she was able have some spending money and decided to do some long waited clothes shopping at (fav store). She would have asked Matthew to tag along but he was terrible at picking out clothes and Alfred was busy. She just decided to go alone. She got some clothing first, then she went to buy some books. As she walked, she bumped into another girl and quickly apologized before going off again. It took her most of the morning but she finally settled down some really nice outfits in herMy Sister (2P!Seychelles x Reader)5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Perfect'Smiling at your every comment,'Perfect'3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I keep you pleasant company.
You've never seen me sad or angry,
Always polite and always friendly.
I am the perfect girl.
I dress the way you like it,
I act the way I should.
Never have I broken
Any of your holy rules.
I am the perfect puppet.
Speaking only when spoken to,
I lead a silent life,
Staying hidden in the shadows,
For I fear I'd bother you.
I am the perfect ghost.
I wonder, do you see me?
I am slowly withering away.
Do you hear the silent screams
I keep locked inside my soul?
I am dying a perfect death.
I've waited for my saviour,
Someone who could see my tears.
But now I finally realize,
That I must help myself.
I must break my perfect chains.
Will I succeed in learning
How to speak up for myself?
Will I succeed in showing
The colours you had faded to grey?
I must break my perfect mask, and learn to be myself.
Finally I see the truth,
That humans can't be perfect.
What makes us special is the skill
To learn from our mistakes.
If imperfection m
Do You Know who I amDo you know who I am?Do You Know who I am4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'm the whisper in the dark,
I'm the longing in your heart,
I'm the voice inside the whirl of wind,
Do you know who I am?
I'm the God of Isaac,
The God of Abram,
I'm the light within in the valley Of the shadows
Do you know who I am?
I'm the promises at hand,
The word that always true
I'm the voice inside the reason of this maddening
Do you know who I am?
I'm the one who wrote in destiny,
Who called you out by name,
I'm the one who loves to hear you sing praises to
Do you know who I am?
I'm the smith who breaks the chains of fate
That shackled you to the world's embrace,
I'm the king above all other kings
Do you know who I am?
I'm the one whose love can assuage the pain,
Whose wrath will tear the world in two
All because I want to be
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who I am?
Did you know that I AM?
Italy, don't leave me!Italy, don't leave me!2 years ago in Drama More Like This
the gunfire slowly faded off into the distance. bleeding bodies lay crimson on the ground.
the only person standing was a tall man with blond hair comed back and sky blue eyes. below him... was another man. ginger hair with a curl that stuck out to the side. wrapped in a blood washed white flag.
the man dropped his gun. not saying a word but he could feel his mind cracking. "I...It...aly..." his eyes watered looking at his dismembered arm that still hung on his shoulder by a few dead nerves.
"v-vee..." the ginger said in a meek whisper. "Ger..many?" he looked up, his eyes pale.
"Italy." the man hugged him tightly against his chest. he felt tears stream down his cheeks.
the Italian panted and with his final ounce of strength... "Ti amo... Ludwig" his eyes fell shut.
the man's eyes poured with water. "Feliciano!" he whimpered and pressed his lips against the Italian's cold ear. "Ich liebe dich... don't leave me!" he screamed. "please, Italy.... don't go!" he pressed their lips together a
Male!Ene x Reader x Shintaro :.:Weirdos:.:"Th-thank you s-so much..." The man who's computer you were fixing was nearly in tears as he watched you work your magic.Male!Ene x Reader x Shintaro :.:Weirdos:.:7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's nothing." You grumbled. You were sleeping peacefully in your bed when you had gotten a call from your boss saying he needed you to do something. You wanted to rest on your vacation from work but the big boss said it was urgent and being the softy you are you agreed. Now you are, begrudgingly, getting rid of a nasty virus from some dude's computer. You couldn't lie though, this was probably the hardest virus you've ever came across and you would have just wiped out all the man's data but apparently he had 'very' important files. Nonetheless, you liked a good challenge and you always conquered them, always.
"Aaaaaaand done." You said proudly as a window appeared saying the virus was terminated. Another problem solved. You rolled back the chair to allow the guy to confirm his computer and files were safe. Slowly he turned around teary eye
Miku's Not For You AnymoreMiku's Not For You Anymore.Miku's Not For You Anymore2 months ago in Editorial More Like This
That's right folks. It's true. With the push to bring Miku to the West, opening for Lady Gaga, performing on The Late Show, partnering with American companies like WeLoveFine and Tokidoki, and of course the infamous English Miku, many people have been voicing their discomfort with the whole situation.
"Miku's supposed to be Japanese!"
"Why didn't she perform that one really popular song that the whole fandom loves?"
"No one watching David Letterman is going to like Miku!! They'll think she's weird!!"
"If Miku becomes popular in America she'll be ruined!!"
"Who made that decision?" some wonder.
"Why would Crypton do that?" others cry.
"This isn't what fans want!!" they scream.
Let me blow your mind...
Crypton knows this. They know this isn't what you want. They don't care. Because Miku's not for you anymore.
Miku is for everyone.
Now Calm down. I know what you're thinking. "I already know that! That's the point! Miku is for all the fans, not just me!"
A Shattered HopeWith words so sincereA Shattered Hope1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
yet were they ever true?
I had told you my greatest fear
but perhaps I saw you in the wrong view.
An aching heart I had believed
so woven were your lies.
I am always the one to be deceived
and the last hope in me dies.
Harm, I wish you none
it was my heart that had hoped.
The deed is now done
my will has now been roped.
Your desires and lies are contorted
yet again I have shattered.
For my heart is the one that has been thwarted
with pieces of me forever scattered.
Please tell me, who will ever hold me dear?
Fuck the system.Fuck the ever so prevalent need to impress.Fuck the system.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The prerequisite of popularity, to be appreciated.
The inevitability that talent is cast aside, to make way for the rich and famous.
Fuck giving a damn about the deaths in one country, while millions die daily in silence, without a whimper of acknowledgement.
The obsessed- over, ideal person, that doesn't even appear like what they permeate.
Fuck the biased media, fogging reality, fading away truth, annihilating real freedom of choice, speech and action.
The overly important necessity to feed ourselves with guilt for feeling good, feeling pleasure, comfort or happiness.
Fuck the people that make this our life.
Fuck this system, that seems to work so well for us.
Fuck this system. Huh…where do I sign?.
Right here. Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013