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?
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
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
-Four Thousand Trains- Makoto x Reader [Entry 17]-Four Thousand Trains- Makoto x Reader [Entry 17]1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Goodbye, my love.
A silence so sickening was just too much for any unwanted hearing. A deafening stillness that made ears bleed from inner screams was almost just as loud as the machine telling the world that another had passed on. It couldn’t be her. It just couldn’t. There was no way. In the denying furry of his mind, Makoto kissed those draining lips of color once more but so heavy he broke through to her teeth and pushed as much life as he could so she would breathe once more. She had to come back. She wouldn’t leave him like this. He squeezed her body to him remembering those soft words of how much closer she wanted him but the more he tightened that grip the looser it got. He didn’t want it to be her. That beatless heart couldn’t be hers, but as her head rolled backwards from the ending hope that was leaving his finger tips revealing her pale white throat flattened without air and no nerves to keep it up right, he dropped her from his arms hea
fracturesbindweed lungs spill throughfractures2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my oak branch ribs,
up my throat and
around my thorny tongue
make their way down to
cross my clavicles,
elbows and cracked milky
they hold me tighter than you ever did
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
SwordAndLegend, Episode 5, Crow, Owl, and DoveSwordAndLegend, Episode 5, Crow, Owl, and Dove3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
YouTube Channel: SwordAndLegend
Video: I'm not scared of you
(The camera is turned on and focused on Mal, who's wearing a sports bra and jogging pants, and is filmed in what looks like a basement or empty gym room. She's quickly striking at a punching bag, with swift punches and jabs. She starts using combinations of punches, jabs and kicks, shaking the bag around quite a bit.)
(After a while, text comes up in the usual Movie Maker style.)
Text: I like to pretend I'm beating up my worst enemy. I guess I got carried away this time.
(After staring at the punching bag for a moment, Mal growls and viciously starts punching at it where a head would be, and in a growing rage she suddenly takes a knife out of the waistband of her pants and stabs at the bag in a frenzy until the top part is almost missing its stuffing. She stops when she realizes she has nothing left to stab.)
(She puts the knife away, unhooks the bag herself and carries it off camera. She walks back the other way,
SolitaryTrigger warning: Discussion of sanity and suicide.Solitary2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The plan had been so simple. Thirty six hours in solitary confinement, Meredith was struggling. Last week this had all seemed so simple. So obvious. It seemed like she had devised the perfect escape plan. Things weren't working out as intended.
Firstly, and above all else - even breathing or thinking - there was the thirst. Her throat roared with it and she could feel its acidic anger snarl its way up and down her throat with each breath. She'd imagined discomfort, but not pain. She was starting to reconsider.
Her tongue was sore. The slab of meat in her mouth felt like unswallowed food as it got drier, and the taste when she could summon enough saliva to swallow was rancid, and reminded her of her ex boyfriends unwanted dry probings. In a desperate bid for freedom a few hours ago she had tried biting through her tongue, people did it in prison so she knew it was possible, but the pain was too sharp to work through and she didn'
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.
At World's End LITTLE BOYAt World's End1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
boy girl r e
c o n c r e t e r
resonanceiresonance1 year 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.
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,
Elysiumi am alkaline,Elysium1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
speaking of star-stitched
harlots with a
tongue tinged ultraviolet;
love, you are selenic & i
am mercurial melancholy
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.
A whole anorexic world.THIS MAY BE TRIGGERING!A whole anorexic world.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I wish..
There was a world, where everything would be different.
A world, full of people, thin and skinny.
Where are hardly any supermarkets to find.
And if you find one, they'll only sell fruits and vegetables.
No meat, no candy, no potatoes, no pastas, even no bread.
There'll only be food, low in calories and low in fat.
There'll be no winters, no cold.
Only the sun will shine, with some raindrops, during the night.
And when you go to the beach, you'll see many hipbones.
You could count everybody's ribs and nobody's rolls of fat.
Because fat people doesn't exist in this world.
There'll be only a few restaurants,
Where you can order meals, 200 calories or lower.
Diet coke, diet sprite, diet ice cream, diet everything.
There'll be no fat, never.
Everybody will be happy in this world.
They love their body,
they're thin enough and they love the scale.
The scale, which shows them their underweight,
HeroIt's dark, you're scaredHero3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Yet somehow you're still alone
The heroes aren't there
The ones you thought you used to know
No one's putting a cape on
No one's coming to save you
Looks like you're all alone tonight
See the heroes are long gone
Nothing you can do
No one to fight your fight tonight
Don't believe their stories anymore
'Cause they're nothing but lies
I bet they loved watching you fall
Believing a hero was by your side
So now you're sitting in darkness
And you're scared to your core
Now you feel like a coward
But no one will save you anymore
No one's putting a cape on
No one's coming to save you
Looks like you're all alone tonight
See the heroes are long gone
Nothing you can do
No one to fight your fight tonight
Kept the act up for so long
Kept you believing in someone
That could make it all okay
Now you realize they all lied
Now you realize that tonight
It is only you again
Don't keep expecting a hero
'Cause there's nobody else tonight
Now you're falling down real low
CarboniseI carbonise.Carbonise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My brittle bones turn
into pencil lead
and etch and ache against me.
I break open my elbow
and scrawl onto the walls
with the charcoal beneath.
a cave drawing of my end
onto a blistered skin
of plaster and mortar.
I rub blackened bone
to make sparks flutter
and bounce across the brickwork
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
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,
A Haiku about finalsI am really fuckedA Haiku about finals1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Where did the semester go
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
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
colors.red is a power color.colors.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
red is stoplights, anger. rage.
red is my nose when i cry about my parents.
“women are more attractive to men
when they wear red,” he says once
so you cut yourself
because red is blood
and when he ignores the bandages, you say,
“no. look what i did.
look what i did for you.”
but he doesn’t fall in love with you
red is the scream that
comes out of your mouth.
blue is the veins under your skin and
blue is depression that tells you to slice them
blue is the weeks you spend after him
and blue is the great, wide sky above you,
trying to remind you that the rest of the world
is still waiting.
your brother says he’s looking for the light
at the end of the tunnel
but the world is full of light.
(you would know. we can hardly see the stars
because of it.)
the world is not full of you
so you try.
black is what surrounds him
and black is burns
and you’ve been burned, scalded
so you blend in.
Trust FallIt's a continuous trust fallTrust Fall1 year 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