Stories Never ToldIn darkness whisper secrets,Stories Never Told2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of stories never told.
Share your hopes and share your dreams,
Until your blood runs cold.
In the light I’ll keep them,
In an illusion that is real.
I will mould the world around you,
To erase everything you feel.
Trust me or deceive me,
Either will be my due.
In the end I will be victorious,
In the end I’m you.
Please (Don't) Hate MeIf I told you a liePlease (Don't) Hate Me3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
CatharsisI didn't know I had depression until I turned around one day and found someone else in the same boat. It had never occurred to me that you could have depression and not know it and after sitting down with myself and having a good long think I came to the awful realization that it's been ten years. Ten. Years.Catharsis10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Ten years of being incapable of feeling the entire breadth of human emotion; only degrees of anger I couldn't control or understand, knowing that I was behaving completely irrationally and being unable to stop, driving away family and the precious few friends that had managed to find me and could no longer hang on to the maelstrom I had become.
It has been a never-ending rollercoaster traveling through a dream world where everything runs at quarter speed. Brief bursts of enthusiasm and passion over anything and nothing that send me shooting up to the clouds, only to creep slowly over the hill at the top, a creep that can take days or mere hours, before the car goes plunging
Trust FallIt's a continuous trust fallTrust Fall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time I try to talk
I'm forever waiting to fall to the ground
I'm waiting for you not to catch me
It's a long fall
The ground is covered in layers of pain
First is the upright razor blades
Then comes the burning fire
Last is the mirror of liquid I will drown in
One of these time you won't catch me
And there won't be anyone to back me up
Instead of just falling
I'm going to jump
Mirror, MirrorI can't stand the sight of my reflection.Mirror, Mirror2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Every time I see her, I cringe. Look at her - the dark shadows beneath her eyes, the slumped shoulders, the half-empty gaze that stares back at me. She's disgusting. She's a monster.
But is she real? Am I real?
I don't know.
Maybe she's the real one and the reason she looks the way she does is because she always sees me and is terrified that something horrible will happen. Maybe I'm the real one and I'm terrified that she's going to let that something occur.
Or maybe we're just the same person and I'm letting my thoughts become too unraveled. There's no such thing as another side to a mirror. It's just a piece of glass that reflects that which is in front of its surface. But then again, what do I know? Not much, if I'm being completely honest.
There are times where I'll pass my reflection and stop, stare at her, and the urge to do nothing more but take her hand and say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've said t
Promises Of TodayPromises Of Today3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Promises Of Today
The sands of time can be unpredictable
But to mold them is impossible
And being let down is typical
I, for one, know what it's like
Having that unrelenting doubt dwell inside
And withstanding all of those tears that aren't dried
With that said
I want to help you, my dear friend
For the hope of happiness is within the reach of your hands
I need to apologize for not always being there
It's because I have my own slate
But now I'm finally here
I'm sorry I'm late
I've been where you are
I've seen what you've seen
And I was able to break through the dark
But I'll go back for you, just to help you believe
That it can get better
If you truly want it to
The era of fear can be over
It just all depends on you
But I know
That not all of us are strong enough
And that's why a lot of people tend to let go
So I am here to lend my rough hands to help you up
You are so important
Even if you don't see it
You're such a wonderful person
So I know you deserve to make it through this
You WillIYou Will2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Catholic school can really fuck you up.
“you have ugly hair”
Breasts at the age of nine.
Bullying makes you someone you don’t want to become;
hide all that blackness in your heart
with overly cheerful hyperactive personalities
(that make others think you’re a little strange),
Friends can’t tell when you just want to
and be alone
because of how deep you’ve dug yourself in.
Afraid of yourself, you think and think, and THINK,
until you are terrified you’re going to give in
to those dark thoughts -
(and if you do, then you’re just numb afterwards.
Staring at hands blankly).
Faith in everything, the world, God,
people around you,
all you can see is horror.
You hide it, fake it, pretend to be okay.
Why would anyone care to listen?
Just one person of billions
with worse problems than you th
The Death of LanguageThey say that every fourteen days, a language dies. The statistic isn't alarming, after all there are supposedly seven thousand languages in the world. That a language dies every two weeks, is just a statistic. The concern comes with the knowledge that a language dies because it has been forgotten. Thus it dies without recognition, without farewell and without acknowledgment. It was merely there before, a communication bridge once upon a literary dream - now a nothing. This fascinating tool that we use to interact with our fellow human beings is lost. And we don't care. The Eskimos, they say, had a hundred words for snow.The Death of Language3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
That favourite pair of shoes that you love all the holes and splits into because they are so perfect and fit you so well - gets a better send off than a language. That coat that's become too small or too big, or too much last years fashion and too little of this years craze gets more of a farewell than a languag
DivorceBefore that day,Divorce2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sunday mornings had never occurred to me.
I must have slept through their every summons:
I never knew the time sensitive ritual of finding matching socks,
forcing “nice” shoes over misshapen toes,
the silent pact we would share with the warm cushions of the divan
waiting for Mother to ready us, memories that settle in the guts
like a madstone, which I could then pull out of my old cadaver
to save myself in the next life.
There were a few moments. Like that time, in the garage,
basking in Father’s sunrise sorcery as he fired his magic timing light
into the fluttering lungs of an engine, or when he let me aim
the water at his bucket, poorly, while he carved something
otherworldly into stubborn dirt.
I held nothing near of Sundays, nothing sacred, nothing dreaded,
save for the occasional shameful confusion
I would coax from my belly with dogged chimes
of christmas bells haranguing the church congregation
with their infernal sequence, hanging like nervou
IN LOVING MEMORY OF UGLY, THE STRAY TOMCAT OF LOVEIN LOVING MEMORY OF UGLY, THE TOMCAT STRAY WHOM SHOWED LOVE TO THE PEOPLE WHO WERE SO CRUEL TO HIM.IN LOVING MEMORY OF UGLY, THE STRAY TOMCAT OF LOVE2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That
The HydrusThe Hydrus2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Hydrus (Hydrus nilus) is a species of ichneumon (Herpestidae) indigenous to north Aphrikus.
The Hydrus is 4 feet long from nose to tail, with brown fur, and a long, black-tipped tail. Due to it's semi-aquatic habits and sinuous shape, it is often mistaken for an otter or snake.
Agile on land and in water, the Hydrus is a ferocious predator of reptiles, particularly snakes, but also larger reptiles like dragons and crocodiles. Snakes are killed in the usual method employed by members of the ichneumon family. Larger reptiles, on the other hand, are dealt with in a much more gruesome fashion, with the Hydrus crawling or swimming down their throats to tear at their insides, causing them to die from internal bleeding. Sometimes the Hydrus will even eat it's way right though the unfortunate reptile's belly.
One peculiar behaviour of the Hydrus is it's habit of covering it's body with mud. This serves many purposes, allowing the a
BelovedBeloved:Beloved3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Proxy PledgeI am a Proxy.Proxy Pledge2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I live only to serve.
You are my Master.
I will fight and die for you.
I am willing to accept
that my normal life is over.
I know that I cannot
return to how I was.
I will accept
any mission without question.
I will complete
any mission without fail.
I will accept my partner
no mater who he is.
I will not question
why I have been given one.
I cannot question.
I will not disobey.
I am aware that I can be replaced.
I do not expect kind treatment from my master.
I am not human, nor am I a demon.
I am a Proxy.
And I'm here to serve you.
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.A Reason to Live3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, but she didn’t think the pain could be any worse than what she was already dealing with.
“Aimée!” The young woman moved her arms in circular motions as she tried to keep her balance. Her mother’s call startled her, and for a brief moment she thought God might be
France x Reader: Because I am French France x ReaderFrance x Reader: Because I am French3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Because I am French
"I'm sorry this is so sudden, but I really don't love you."
The words pierced his heart like a daggers. Francis dropped the small cube holding the shining jewel that would trap his girl in lifetime matrimony. However, this girl didn't respond for what he felt. Francis chuckled, not believing his girl. She had always been a tease.
"That's funny Raquel…" He smiled, "So, what is your answer ma'cheri?"
"No." She responded, "It should be pretty clear. I don't love you."
"But! We have been together for three years! How can you not feel the same way I do?!"
"I'm sorry." She applied some lip gloss, "I was dating other guys… you'd understand, you're French."
With that she left him. He stayed kneeling staring at the empty chair in front of him. I'm French? What is that supposed to mean? He thought. Frenchmen aren't like that… well, not him anyway. He had been afraid to love someone. Raquel was his first love, yet she broke her heart
Quotes from serial killers"One side of me says 'wow that's an attractive chick, I'd like to talk to her, date her' the other side says I wonder what her head would look like on a stick." -Edmund KemperQuotes from serial killers9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"I just wanted to see how it felt to shoot Grandma." - Edmund Kemper
"The first good-looking girl I see tonight is going to die." - Edmund Kemper
"I remember there was actually a sexual thrill . . . you hear that little pop and pull their heads off and hold their heads up by the hair. Whipping their heads off, their body sitting there. That'd get me off." - Edmund Kemper
"I am not insane, I'm just queer."-Albert Fish
final words: "Kiss my ass!"-John Wayne Gacy
"You have not caught me yet and you are not likely to. I shall keep on at my work, for I love it, and I will send you something for a Christmas box."
- Jack The Ripper
"I'm not an alien maniac, nor yet a foreign tripper. I'm just your jolly, lively friend. Yours truly, Jack the Ripper." - Jack The Ripper
"We all go a little mad sometimes"- Norman Bates
Cycle Of Nightmares.Cycle Of Nightmares.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Like an angel's footfalls, tapping on the rooftops,
The gentle patter of the rain, I listen to it lain in bed.
It sends me to sleep, as I wonder if it ever stops,
Then I fall prey, to all the things that sleep in my head.
Those angels that I so fear, land on the rooftops,
Laughing with malice, as they see that I am in bed.
As they laugh at my sleeping form, my heart stops,
As I wake, I realise that it was all just in my head.
I listen to the rain, as it falls on these rooftops,
I sigh and begin to relax, as I lay back down in bed.
That gentle rain sends me to sleep again, it never stops,
Once again, I fall prey to the things that lurk in my head.
A cycle of nightmares, thanks to the rain on the rooftops,
But at least I am asleep for once, as I am lain in my bed.
Rain lulls me asleep to nightmares, the cycle never stops,
I will always just fall prey, to the things that are in my head.
Old HandsGrandpa was always the one to do thingsOld Hands2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-with his own hands.
He built his house,
our playhouses, tepees and dream castles
with his own hands.
Age 70 he was still climbing our roof,
(the one of the real house)
with his own hands.
So the worst thing
the worst thing
the worst thing was
when he had to watch our hands
-we all had come to help-
tend to his beloved garden
while his hands could do
The worst thing was
when he died
-on the inside-
'I am so useless.'
And I wished,
and I wished,
fumesthe talkfumes3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm Such An Insecure Diaperbaby That I Passive-AggI always wanted to be that girl.I'm Such An Insecure Diaperbaby That I Passive-Agg2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Pretty, clever, friendly.
Everywhere she goes, she has a big smile.
Everyone loves her.
Clear white skin.
Sporty, long blonde curls,
And flawless blue eyes.
She's a princess.
Confident, loves her true love.
Everything is easy for her.
And I remember when I was young,
With darkening hair,
Tripping on the stair,
I can remember dressing in pink,
Trying to please everyone.
Because I needed to be that girl.
The devil refused my soul.
I would cry at night and say,
'Princess, princess, deep inside.'
'Come to me on a turning tide,'
'And let me be you.'
Wasted days trying to be that cool kid.
Chase the ball,
Chase the ball,
Try and do it all.
Hang around in the sun.
It'll turn that hair blonde.
Wear make-up. Your skin will be Snow White.
Take every chance you get,
Be the Princess.
Buy the fancy dress.
Chase the ball,
Chase the ball,
Try and do it all.
Be a princess by birth.
Be a success.
Wear the pink dress.
Talk through your nose.
Never read prose.
Chase the b
Can I Cut Yet?Can I Cut Yet?:Can I Cut Yet?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, Hey Sadako
I really want to cut something
can I, can I please?
This girl is talking to me, she seems rather nice
The colour of her eyes makes me think of fucking lice
I want to cut her, I want to cut her so bad!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I won't cut her
Hey, Hey Sadako
This teacher is really boring
I want to cut him, I WANT TO CUT HIM SO BAD!
I'm in class now, Sadako stands beside me
She points out a mistake I made in my notes
I start tearing at the paper while grinding my teeth
I want to show them my frustration, OH SO BAD!
but that seems to make Sadako really sad...
Okay, I guess I'll wait till I get home
HEY, HEY SADAKO!
My whole body is trembling, my hands are in shakes
The world is spinning and I'm sweating out cold
The box-cutter is in my hands and I hold it up high
I want to cut something, I want to cut something up so bad!
HEY HEY! CAN I CUT THIS, CAN I CUT THIS LUMP OF FLES
Vivid DreamsVivid Dreams:Vivid Dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt like you were part of your dream
You were playing your part of the most weirdest schemes
Dreams you were falling and wake up on the floor
Playing a sport and trying to score
Dreamed I ate a giant marsh mellow..... Woke up my pillow was gone
That dream for instants lasted way too long
Dreams that would scare the hell out of you
Of monsters and aliens and horrific ghouls
Dreams that you were running or flying on just couldn't move
Playing in a band with a rhythm and groove
Dreams that would make you feel like the King
Paired up with Elvis..... You thought you could sing
Dreams that you were hiding.... Running for life
Being chased by a pirate........ Gilding a knife
Vivid dreams can be scary or funny or partials it seems
You never can predict or plan your dream
I dreamed I was at the ocean walking in the sand
I awoke in the morning with a shell in my hand
That was the wildest dream that happened to me
Waking up and being that close to the sea.
Barely BreathingBarely Breathing:Barely Breathing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you feeling cold in here, lost perhaps
It makes me wonder if you can even hear me
Has your mind degraded into a lump of fat
Broken by what you've been forced to endure?
As I stroke your cheeks it makes me remember
The loving shrillness of your frightened shrieks
You screamed and screamed until your throat was bloody
As I slowly took your limbs from you...
Now you dangle helpless on wires and chains
An artistic puppet, which is made from flesh
No hands or feet to lash out violently
No arms or muscles to thrash...
The breath that rasps from your broken lips
Is the sound that tells me, you are still alive
But rest assured that you will keep on living
For I will never let you go...
I remember those days when you used to mock me
Your taunts were directed at my manner of speech
A lisp that would draw your cruel laughter
Has been silenced by taking the tongue...
Now these tubes that feed into your rigid back
Will keep you alive, if only