Star-crossedYou woke up on
the wrong side of
a cosmic bed
A pillow of
under your head
are all the tears
which you have shed
Your ring finger
in outer space
among a dreamed
Your light shines bright
but not enough
to seize the day
Let your love be
then I'll wish to
In the interests of transparencyIt's clear to seeIn the interests of transparency6 months ago in Scraps More Like This
that I'm as fragile
as glass -
and every time
that you look through me;
I crack up.
Ancenstrybitterness about fathersAncenstry9 months ago in Scraps More Like This
is passed down across
my face contorts
in the same grimace
my father's face
when he talks about
it is not a cycle
of abuse, it is
it is something more
subtle, perhaps more
it is the number of times
late from work,
the number of days
missed from life,
the number of words
he did not hear.
it is the passive
withering of flowers
in spring, the
chilled descent of
quietude of a
death that creeps
up too soon.
i see his shadow
in every man's wake,
and i cannot escape
his stunted ghost.
To Be ThinYour eyelashes fallTo Be Thin4 months ago in Scraps More Like This
on tablecloth cheekbones;
fine, white linen,
to an unsustainable point.
Your tears spill
and stain the cloth,
of grey, of grey,
spoiling that unattainable dream.
The Paupers Who Saw the World It was fifty feet tall, and appeared to be made entirely out of smoke. When it spoke, it was with a voice of thunder. "You will bring me the Minotaurs of Doom," it said.The Paupers Who Saw the World2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The two humans standing before it had heard this before. The smoke-creature had made the same demand earlier. "I already told you," shouted one of the humans. "One of the Minotaurs disappeared twenty-five years ago. The other one alone won't do you any good!"
"You two are time-travellers. Yes, I know these things. You will fetch both Minotaurs and bring them to me."
"What happens if we don't?"
"I have extended my... I do not know the word in English."
"Arms?" asked one of the humans.
"Tentacles?" suggested the other.
"No!" shouted the smoke-creature, lightning flashing angrily within it.
"Lightning! I have extended my lightning a
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That's what you hear ,
when you press your face to my chest .
That's what you feel ,
when you hold me close .
That's what you see ,
when you look in my eyes .
That's what you notice ,
when you find me all alone .
I am simply ...
ii. Love it's written along the length of my fingers, the subtle shadow of something more than just flesh and bone tied together with jangling nerves and taut muscle.ii. Love4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
you see, it's more than just the way every cliche just seems so right
[baby, you know it's only your hand that fits with mine].
it's much more than the way i could gaze into those eyes forever and never be tired of them
[it's been said they're the windows to your soul, but it's never been proven].
in fact, it's even more than the way your touch never fails to excite me
[and it's only ever been yours that can affect me the way you do].
you have to look into deeper places to see the ways it truly affects you
life with the akatsuki-day oneLife with the Akatsukilife with the akatsuki-day one7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Crash!!!! Kisames sword crashed through the wall above the door.
What the f*ck Kisame! Deidara yelled from under the coffee table. Youre gonna destroy the place un!
So? Kisame retorted. He brought his sword down on the coffee table, but Deidara managed to escape before he got killed.
Kisame, down boy, Itachi said.
Let me kill Deidara first! He raised his sword and Deidara screamed like a girl.
Kisame. Stop before I send you back to Sea world, Itachi said just before the sword was going to his Deidara. Kisame shuddered.
Not Sea world took my sword made me eat fish food .wouldnt let me kill people, he muttered. He shuddered again. Worst of all I had to compete with Shamu. How the hell was I supposed to compete with his smug little grin? Huh?!
Shut up and watch TV.
Stupid TV He sat down grudgingly on the
Christmas PresentTo be honest, it wasn't for reasons of thriftChristmas Present4 months ago in Scraps More Like This
The Magi each offered a single gift.
But now in their honour a tradition's been set:
If your birthday's at Christmas, one gift's all you get.
SolsticeOnce upon a time, when you were still sunlighthouses and shimmering existence wherever you were needed most, you found him. He was November, shaky on his first last legs, and you saw through the mind-twistings he feigned to the mind-twistings that were really there, knotted up in his dreams.Solstice2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
You were still birdsong then, and thunderstorms, and your bodyheat melted the frost claws that held him tight. You held onto him as his November deepened. When he howled, you howled with him, and the wind played with your voices and pressed the softness of your lungs against your cageribsand then against each other's.
November became solstice, and you felt him shiver through that long night and didn't mind the coldbitten nails that grazed your skin. He slept when the moon drowned below the treeline, but the iceflakes began to drift in like small animals seeking the pulsing riverheat of your blood, and chilling you. He lay there, vulnerable as his world turned slowly towards the light, and you
Invisibletake a deep breathe and count to ten .Invisible11 months ago in Scraps More Like This
what just happened ... will never happen again .
your hands start to tremble; the sink is cold .
you tell yourself you are strong; you are bold .
don't look in the mirror and stare .
this isn't right ... this isn't fair .
don't think about it too much, or you'll go insane .
tears and blood make their way down the drain .
what just happened ... to me ?
why do you feel so gross and dirty ?
feeling so worthless and wasted .
so unloved , abandoned, and tasted .
having given them everything, every part .
why did they turn, and break your heart ?
shattering every piece, leave you broken .
every sense of joy and pride ... forgotten .
you thought you could trust them .
instead they left their black and blue emblem .
so take a deep breath and count to ten .
what just happened ... will never happen again .
you're safe now; stay with me
you're safe now ... stay with me
suck up your tears, and act your age .
you're not some animal, in some cage .
hold it in,
Efflorescence PreludeEfflorescenceEfflorescence Prelude3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The faint patter of rain that dripped onto her skin sounded more like marbles shattering a pane of glass. What would have been a cooling and relaxing sensation was more like needles being driven into every inch of exposed skin. Driving lances of pain into her body; causing sparks to dance in front of her eyes. Thunder swiftly followed the rain, crackling inside of her skull as she lay in the undergrowth exhausted. Streaks of mud, blood, and ash littered her skin along with the mix of sunburn and rope burn. What was left of her clothing had been ripped, little more then rags now as she lay under the fern bush feeling the remnants of vertigo leaving her system.
Reeling over onto her side the girl vomited a third time. Strings of bile connected her lips to the ground as she heaved, spitting up some of the ash that had made its way into her lungs. With a grunt of effort she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees coming to a stand by pulling herself up wi
deviantart you're drunk go homepassive-aggressive peopledeviantart you're drunk go home1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
are fucking exhausting,
but i suppose that is precisely what i
poems for those whose
eyes will never scan their syllables
for meaning, or
at all, for that matter,
and thinking that somehow it will
make a goddamn
influences better receipted when
intentions are clear and
given a sense of direction and
i promise i'll
let you know if you ever use
too tall of
me in the
eyes and don't
ever play the
"i don't know what you're talking about"
game. because i am its
Rottelluric vapor settlesRot7 months ago in Scraps More Like This
between spidered ribs
rotting lace &
like the red-eyed girls
behind bronze mirrors
Save YourselfThe moment that last strand of confidence disperses,Save Yourself3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
And the creativity that was once there is deemed useless,
When you're stranded in your own meaningless thoughts,
And have but an island of insanity to hold your lot,
Once despair seems to be the only thing you receive,
And when you attempt to gain by exhaling the sorrow for others to conceive,
When you wish for sympathy and plead toward those smiling faces,
Only to witness the betrayal as they step back a few paces,
It won't be long until you finally realize,
That you are the only one who can answer your craving cries.
poetry is dumb. (fuck logic)maybe you'll read this, maybe you won't.poetry is dumb. (fuck logic)2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
i have a feeling you might.
four hours since the pieces of glass hit my stomach
after my heart shattered.
you did it,
you cheated, and you lied.
all i wanted was for you to tell me the truth,
isn't it what i deserve?
yeah, i don't write in rhymes often
but fuck it, it's still poetry;
broken hearts make great pencils,
i guess you learned that today
if you started writing your own.
six lines this time,
because anything less is overused
like your excuses--
all i want is for you to say you're sorry
and admit what you did
but i don't think you can.
and it's too soon to say i don't love you anymore
oh look, i cheated.
this stanza isn't seven lines. it's six again. fuck logic.
and all my friends say you're a manipulator,
a puppet-master if you will
and i trusted you.
night fading to darklet's talk about stars and sex and love and sadness,night fading to dark3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
drugs and poetry and how they're the same,
bones and madness and mischief and grief,
and how we're all reduced to them someday,
and ways that i can make you stay.
(i whispered that i love you
more than earth to you
when i meant it but could not say it.
you were asleep.)
you did a good job loving me while it lasted.
you left me as sadness, filled with smoke and a burning desire
to light a mentholated cigarette and bathe in rosewater.
i look like i belong on the wall of bones without you.
i will be there one day, i know i will die,
i just look like i'm dead before i stop breathing.
(the same night, you whispered that
you were leaving to-morrow
when you meant it and could not say it.
i was awake.)
Poem: Wouldn't you?Poem: Wouldn't you?3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
My oh my...
Can't you see the state that I'm in?
The tearing and gnawing inside of me?
Where chains and locked doors keep the sins
How something wants to break free.
Wouldn't you believe it...
My oh my...
How much the velvet voice inside stirs
Veins in the back of my neck turn.
Speaking, hearing, watching, breathing.
Parasitic ideas cause emotions inside of me.
You wouldn't believe it.
My oh my...
I think I need to take a breath.
And find a place to rest.
For those I talk to.
Ignore me, do what you do.
Because it wouldn't believe you.
Love?LoveLove?3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
What a funny thing to feel
What is it?
Who truly knows what it is?
Who is actually feeling it and who is not
So confusing and hurtful
So annoying and critical
Do I feel it or do I not?
Do you feel it or is it a lie?
You're in it with me, you say
You think you're in it, you say
What a joke
What a lie
Shouldn't I not think about it?
Shouldn't it just die?
I don't understand it
Does anyone understand it?
Such a funny word
Such a wondrous thing
Is it real?
Is it fake?
Would you ever?
Could you ever?
poems unsent and love untolda single ant carries a single grain of sandpoems unsent and love untold1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
and drops it in the waterless oceans, goes back and does it again
until the ocean's pits are but sand filled dunes
and this is but a millisecond of how long
i will love you.
eyes of the ocean, an ever-changing hue,
just one reason i love you.
a smile to melt the coldest night,
a kiss so soft and hug so tight;
the list is endless like the stars in the sky
but one thing is sure, i'll love you until i die.
i'd drop a tear in the ocean blue
and until you found it, i'd love you.
grain by grain, the ant carries the sand
'till water is sand and my life is returned to land
i'll love you.