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 Me2 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?
Confessionsthere’s a lot I never told youConfessions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1. I have a habit of lying, about
the simple things (like, yes I
forgot to remember and I swear by
soul mates and I’m in love
with your susurrus voice
and no, I’m really doing fine).
It was not an act of infidelity because
I believed it, too.
2. I’m infatuated with the concept
that I am more or less fictional, the
delusive beauty a million men will
dedicate novels to: I am fragile,
a dust angel sent to save the world
from commonalities and
3. Since I’m not allowed
to remember your name
I will commemorate you
in acts of escapism,
killing off the pieces
of the person you left behind.
4. I believe in a past life
I was a bird with a tendency
towards tall buildings; the sorry kind
of bird with heavy bones and crumpled wings
who never quite learned
to fly away.
5. I miss you. I used to think
you were a person, but now I know
you’re the happiness I will never
6. I'm sorry.
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 49Everlasting Snow: Chapter 492 years ago in Romance More Like This
The last beams of daylight illuminate the world in a final flash of orange before reluctantly disappearing, receding and descending behind the horizon along with the tired sun.
But even though the star is no longer visible to you, traces of light remain, turning the sky at the earth’s edge a vibrant red with arms that reach out into the night’s royal purple, giving the world a last work of daytime beauty so the sun is fondly remembered through the night. Smaller stars begin to show their white faces, taunting the crimson light as it attempts to touch them. Just as its fingers begin to brush the small white light of the closest star, though, it too is pulled down with the sun, and night tucks it away until morning.
The stars shine brighter as the sky turns darker, rejoicing at their triumph.
And then, the most anticipated moment of the night. The stars quiet down out of respect, turning their attention to the main event.
Slowly, shyly, the moon peeks up, showing the world a
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
Firebird The radio was the last thing Gwen packed.Firebird2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was an afterthought, an act of impulse. She’d been in the pantry, raiding every scrap of non-perishable food she could get her hands on. She shoved granola bars and bags of pretzels into the folds of the clothing that was already taking up the majority of the space in her beat-up purple backpack. She’d had the backpack since she started Kindergarten. Joel had never cared enough to buy her a new one.
When her bag was bursting at the seams, Gwen jerked the zipper closed, using her knee and the side of the washing machine as a makeshift clamp to hold the bag shut. Just as she tugged the zipper into place, though, a blush of pink caught her eye from behind the dryer. She set the bag down quietly on the stained linoleum and tried to get a better look at the object. It was small, pink, and probably plastic, but tha
What You Learn From The Stars1. The stars are the greatest liars to ever exist.What You Learn From The Stars2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. They will always remind you of him.
3. Your obsession starts when your cousin gets a telescope. He wants to be an astronaut. He shows you Orion. The two of you sit in the long summer grass with your necks tilted back and he tells you about flight and velocity, but all you know is gravity. The way it drags your limbs low. You listen and stare over the treeline and wonder why people are always trying to explain things instead of just letting them exist.
4. You buy a box of glow-in-the-dark star stickers. There are sheets, and there are thousands. You use an encyclopedia to look up star maps and painstakingly recreate the winter night sky in the northern hemisphere. Your fingers bleed from the pointy corners sticking under your nails but on stormy nights at least you still have the stars.
5. You learn about horoscopes, try to find your zodiac so you can know your f
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
Little ButterflyLittle Butterfly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How doth the little butterfly flap it's tiny wings?
Uhm... no. That's not right.
Little butterfly; your tiny wings are so colourful.
They represent, dreams and hopes for the future.
But sadly, those dreams and hopes are easily crushed.
As easily as you are, little one...
Those dreams and hopes for the future were all crushed,
When your frail little body hit the windshield of that car.
I heard the crunch of all the parts of your body, breaking.
Along with you, my hopes and dreams,
For my future self,
The ABCs of AmnesiaA is for Alexander, the perpetrator of all this madnessThe ABCs of Amnesia3 years ago in Humor More Like This
and for Agrippa, one could only wish he'd talk a bit less
and for Amnesia, it's the only way to forget
B is for Brutes, a run in you'd surely regret
and for Brennenburg, Daniel isn't a fan
and for Blood, paint the lines, cut the man
C is for Cornered, growls closing in
and for Caught, tossed in prison
D is for Daniel, to him this isn't a game
and for Die, three conclusions end the same
and for Darkness, when there's no oil left to burn
E is for Eerie, the fear is nothing to spurn
F is for Forget, but you'll slowly remember
and for Fear, the smallest light should temper
G is for Gatherers, they will always find you
H is for Hide, you might live if you do
and for Haunt, half lost memories won't leave him alone
and for Hazel, her current whereabouts are still unknown
I is for injuries, from falling, getting caught, and standing in the water
and for Insanity, how can you not go mad, remembering each slaughter
J is for Jump,
SatAM: The Lost Season Chap. 1SatAM: The Lost SeasonSatAM: The Lost Season Chap. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"The Dawn of a New Day"
The planet Mobius, once a beautiful and lush world, had been reduced to ruins in just ten short years. The current year was 3235 and the planet showed almost no sign of recovery from the evil dictator who had laid waste to this world for over ten years in an attempt to claim the planet as his own. This evil dictator's name was Dr. Ivo Robotnik.
Dr. Ivo Robotnik was once Julian Ivo Kintobor, the Minister of War for King Maximilian Acorn-- the reigning monarch at the time. This was back before he launched a coup d'état that overthrew the kingdom; turning the once thriving metropolis into a wasteland filled with factories, warehouses, robotic guards, and robotic citizens who lacked a free will-- this was the result of a process known as Roboticization.
The majority of the planet was now already under his control as he ruled with an iron fist, and he continued to expand his empire until all tha
Creepypasta the Fighters: Hasshaku-SamaCreepypasta the Fighters: Hasshaku-Sama1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Bio: Hasshaku-Sama, which means Ms. Eight-feet-tall, is a Japanese Youkai or monster who resembles a very tall pale woman dressed in white. She is often seen waiting at bus stops and kidnaps children. She is infamous for her laugh, which sounds like "Po, po, po". Some believe she may be the ghost of a mother who lost her child and this is why she kidnaps children.
Powers/Weapons: Aside from the standard abilities that most Youkai have, Hasshaku-Sama can curse anyone who survive encounters with her.
*Fan Throw: Hasshaku-Sama throws a fan at her opponent.
*Phase Away/Phase Towards: Hasshaku-Sama turns into a cloud of smoke and dashes forwards or backwards.
*Teleport: Hasshaku-Sama disappears, then reappears punching the opponent in the back and in front of them.
*Smoke Cloud: Hasshaku-Sama throws a smoke projectile at her opponent. If it connects, they are teleported up into the air and closer to Hasshaku-Sama, where they are vulnerable to attack.
*Cursed Winds: Hasshaku-S
Attention Whore Attention whore. That's what you call me.Attention Whore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Am I really? I'm usually the one girl who sits quietly in the back of the classroom, and rarely participates in public. I'm the one who hates to be on the spotlight with questions, who cries silently when someone berates her. I hardly ever ask for anything, but for you to listen when I feel like talking. Whether it be serious or not, a pair of loyal ears is a good thing to have.
And you. You started to pull me out of that hellish shell I locked myself in years ago. I loved you. You loved me. We were happy, being the only two peas in a humongous pod. I let you take whatever you wanted of me, and I didn't ask for much in return. I didn't need your body or materials. I just wanted a space in your heart, that secluded place no one had ever seen before. I thought I was se
Poetic Practice - Love Like AshPoetic Practice - Love Like Ash:Poetic Practice - Love Like Ash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yes sir, he is clinging to insanity.
He remembers all the things he said, profanity.
Bare the shame on his naked old humanity.
He is the doll claiming love for his vanity-
When he woke up, desire!
He made a move like fire.
His whispers; a liar,
His heart snaps, like wire!
But what are you thinking of this man as I make him out?
Is it an image or a type that you seem to tout.
was it all his fault with no one else to blame,
Or were there cracks in the story that they both will claim-
Spit that and live that,
Hate when you love that!
You rip that and tear that,
Scream like you know that!
Stop for a moment and just listen to this silent cry,
Time has stopped now for both of us to say goodbye.
Both turning on these clocks, living lies that have stopped;
And when the love turns to ash, let the gloves be dropped...
- Chen Yuan Wen, 17th January 2013
Die, Justin Bieber, DieIn God, I might be a believer,Die, Justin Bieber, Die4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I absolutely HATE you, Justin Bieber.
Your fans are a bunch of stupid girls and queers,
and humanity has been forced to suffer your torment for far too many years.
Your singing voice sounds like a dying cow with Auto-tune, son;
I'd rather load myself into a cannon and shoot myself straight into the Sun.
Your music sucks and your incessant popularity cannot be tamed.
You are a mean-spirited, untalented pile of garbage and you should feel ashamed.
Sometimes I really, truly do want to hit you with a rake;
I'd rather play E.T. for f***'s sake.
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
resonanceiresonance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
does she know the astrological significance
of the bruises starring along
your wrists? if I could, I’d
run away somewhere where
the sky is silent and the people
hate honest eyes. here’s my problem,
I’ve wasted all my time daydreaming
in the universe of your scars. I wonder
if substantiality is lethal.
[when will you move on
like you know what
you’re doing with your life,
like this tiny existential
failure is only a hazard sign
on the roadmap of your journey,
like the world weighing down
upon your shoulders is an
exercise in vanity and quietude
instead of someone
lists of necessities: methods of
starvation, hours to fall asleep by, sharp
objects, words that mean nothing.
I’m sorry this isn’t better. I’m sorry
I’m not better and I’m sorry
nothing is bright anymore.
things you remind me of:
the november sky
right before it rains.
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
The Legend of the Weeping Angel- The PathThere once was a young woman, so beautiful, so pale. She would walk from school everyday down a path that had been overgrown with weeds, grass, saplings, and other plants surrounding the place. One day while she was on her way back home, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. It was dark and standing still as if it had always been there. She went off the path to go see what it was. There it was, a statue of a weeping angel. She knew it hadn’t been there before so she took a good look at it, and thought nothing of it. She then turned away to get back to the path, but stopped to look back at the statue. It had gotten closer to her. She didn’t think much of it and got back on the path, then she saw another one a little ways up ahead. She thought about it and thought about it. she glanced back and behind her on the path was the first weeping angel. At this point she knew something wasn’t right. She turned back and continued walking her normal paThe Legend of the Weeping Angel- The Path3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BelovedBeloved:Beloved2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
An Open LetterAn Open Letter to the Wasp Trapped on the 71vAn Open Letter2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You may not have noticed me, but when I stepped up in to the bus, I noticed you. I made my way to the nearest seat, careful not to disturb you. The other passengers and I watched you crawling on the window. Our eyes filled with worry, and we sat still, staring, each of us hoping we would not be the one you stung.
I felt your frustration, as you banged your head on the glass and crawled about it, watching the trees blur by. All of the exits were clearly marked, but you could not understand them. You could not know when the doors would open, which pane of glass would slide. Perhaps you would never be free, I wondered. Perhaps you would die there. I wanted to tell you that I have been where you are. I wanted to tell you that I knew how you felt. But I didn't.
For thirty minutes I watched you. I imagined myself sliding my hand under your six legs, cupping my fingers around your frail body, and carrying you outside with me. But when the b
Let Me Tell You About Love"Come here, child and let me tell you about lies," the man said as he placed his silky white hands on Elizabeth's bare shoulders. "There are many types of lies," he whispered. "The selfish lies that lovers tell each other while trying to convince the other. The seemingly 'white' lies that are told to avoid headaches; here I'll give you an example," he said as he snatched her phone from the mahogany coffee table and began scrolling through her messages. A feeling of violation ran through Elizabeth. With his grip like iron on her shoulder he made her face him and he began reading off the messages between her boyfriend, Jace, and her.Let Me Tell You About Love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I love you," he said in mockery of Jace's most recent message to her.
"You believe him, don't you" he growled and through clenched teeth she responded "Of course I do." The man chuckled and threw a grim smile at Elizabeth. "Oh sweety let me tell you about love at your age," he began before slamming her into the worn-out leather chair behind her. He cleaned
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 Live2 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