half-priced whoremaybe in fifty years,half-priced whore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she will stop feeling his finger-shaped bruises
on her hips and arms.
stop hearing his words—you think you can stop me, little girl?—
in every passing "are you okay?".
stop feeling the wind like a ghost of his acid breath
on the back of her neck
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful little girl.
maybe fifty thousand dove soap bars later
and too many scalding showers
and dusty baby blankets and days spent lying in bed,
looking up at the water stained ceiling,
will be enough to leave the man
on the corner of anderson street and rosa parks avenue
right where she never wanted to find him.
just ask her, she knows first hand
that worlds don't end in bangs but
she knows what it's like to die with a fist
over your mouth and fear in your nostrils.
pretend she is made out of ashes and paper thin words—mourn
the loss of her innocence, her freedom, her control.
cast her out into the ocean to dissolve among the waves,
find her a god dirty enough
Dead and GoneIt's been said a thousand times.Dead and Gone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's even been said a million times.
But now I think this is the last time it will be said.
Not by everyone.
But by these lips.
This is the last time these lips will speak those five words.
These lips have no motivation to speak.
These lips have no reasons to smile.
These lips are dead.
These lips are gone.
This heart has no reason to love.
This heart has no reason to hope.
This heart is dead.
This heart is gone.
This mind has no reason to think.
This mind has no reason to dream as in this realm, only nightmares exist.
This mind is dead.
This mind is gone.
These hands have no reason to feel.
These hands have no reason to wipe away tears, there are none.
These hands are dead.
These hands are gone.
This soul has no reason to exist.
This soul has no reason to posses this body.
This soul is not dead.
This soul is not gone.
This soul is trapped in something that is dead and gone.
The OtherA pat on the back, the grin of the Other is wideThe Other5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"We're pals, aren't we?" he says "the best of friends."
His eyes gleam red like rubies in the blackness of the darkened room,
Beacons to a rocky demise
Avoid the Dark-house at all costs, its blood red signal does not steer ships away
From the razor sharp outcroppings
The red light beckons them towards it with the lust for wealth, fame,
The promise of untold power
"Kick the bucket."
Gripping the steering wheel of the ship tightly,
Blisters begin to form on the palm of my hands like small mountains
The pain is raw, potent
The schooner does not obey
As the needle thin tower grows closer,
Rising triumphantly over the ship as if it were a toy
Fear seizes the heart with a vice like grip,
Cold like the hands of Death
It beats loudly within my chest,
Trying to escape
A flash of lightning reveals the looming structure,
Black as onyx
An inescapable nightmare
Watching, always watching
Thunder cracks, rumbling in the distanc
The Vampire Princess.May these words be etched eternalThe Vampire Princess.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A skeletal page for all to see
Beneath this five feet of somber stone
Lies the epitaph stolen from me.
This desolate church entombs my ghost
Listen to my song.. each note..
Read the rhyme within each shattered bone
Seek the gift at my severed throat.
I once possessed such magic
My beauty bound him like a spell
And for his captivating witch
All hate he did expel
He wrote and sang songs in my name
Music I shall never hear again
Death prized him from my loving arms
Pain rendered me insane.
Our castle where we had danced in love
Then echoed with my own deaths prelude
Lilith's disdain and howling wolves
Shared my mournful solitude.
No conjuration would bring him back
Thus my heart, like him, did decay
I suffered through a lingering death
Whilst my body withered away.
I longed for release; to see his face
Yet my family ceased my flight
With a stake through the heart that loved him so
They imprisoned my soul that night.
How I waited... how I'm waiting still
30 Reasons Twilight SucksReasons Twilight Sucks30 Reasons Twilight Sucks6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Bella is a horny Mary-Sue Queen.
2. Apparently, having a guy glare at you all the time makes them attractive.
3. Vampires sparkle.
4. Twilight shows a seriously abusive relationship as "true love".
5. The weather in Forks is inaccurate.
6. New Moon in a nutshell: "Angst angst, emo, cry, jump off cliff, angst angst angst - yay we're together again!"
7. The entire series is a sexual fantasy.
8. The grammar is very poor.
9. Twilight has basically no plot.
10. Twilight is 150% sexist.
11. The author never researched any of the "facts" she put in the books.
12. The author glamorizes mental disorders, suicide, and stalking.
13. Twilight teaches that disrespecting and abandoning your family is OKAY.
14. The characters have very little background information.
15. Bella uses Jacob a LOT. Some friend she is.
16. Jacob sexually abuses Bella. Some friend he is.
17. Bella love love looovvveeesss Edward's smooth, sparkling, marble stone, pale, sculpted
Gamzee x Reader - Miracles, Sister Part 2( FOREWARNING - LOT OF SWEAR WORDS, I SWEAR )Gamzee x Reader - Miracles, Sister Part 22 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sun was rising in the sky. The air was filled with peace, tranquility. The birds were chirping softly but loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear but it didn’t matter to them; the sweet chirps were like a morning ritual. In one certain house, our heroine lay sleeping on her soft, comfortable bed, dreaming with a small smile on her face. Why she smiled, none of us know but let’s just say that it might have been one of her happy and fluffy dreams.
The sun was just rising above the horizon, so the sky still had a tinge of deep red. In this beautiful moment of peace…, “Honk! Honk! ” “HUH? ! ” ___________ woke up with a start. “I must still be dreaming of that motherfucking weird…” “Good morning motherfucker” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
You Guide Me When I'm Lost Ch.5 [Horuss x Reader]It’s time to tell him. You’ve got to tell him, [name]You Guide Me When I'm Lost Ch.5 [Horuss x Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You had to continue to repeat those sentences in your head as you slowly made your way to Horuss’ hive. You had told yourself a while ago that the next time you saw him, you were going to tell him how you felt. So, when you spotted his hive your heart sank and you had to, with a lot of effort, force yourself not to run away.
You slowly walked up to the front door and held your fist in front of it. Oh god, you were so nervous. You were shaking and your other hand was balled up in your pocket. You timidly pushed the hand at the door forward.
The action made no noise at all.
You sighed and pushed the door open, not like you hadn’t just wandered in before. Horuss was nowhere to be seen and that just made you even more nervous. A sudden thought struck you and you hoped to Gog that he was here on his own.
You could hear a faint clanking and you realised that the steampunk troll must be in his w
Just another doomed timelineDave knew his timeline was doomed even before his saw her, after that troll girl almost killed him John had gone back to Typhus with some foolish plan to beat him, that had been a month ago. Rose had gone to look for him three days after, and then Dave went looking after that.Just another doomed timeline3 years ago in Horror More Like This
He knew his Rose was gone, from the look she had in her eyes from where she glared at him over John's body, tendrils sweeped and lashed in the air, encasing her and Egberts' body in living darkness. She ran at him, he drew his sword.
He'd barely gotten back to Jade, he limped through the door of her greenhouse half conscious and dizzy. She found him and rushed them both to his quest bed, when he woke there was a ticking in his head
one, two, one, two, one.
In a circle every second clicked in High definition, he was aware of each slow passing moment. Jade sat by him and through a lump in his throat he caught her up on what happened. Only she cried though.
He kept it together for awhile, consoling Jade and dealing
I'm Not the SameI used to laugh openly,I'm Not the Same5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to cry in someone's arms,
I used to smile at jokes,
I used to love people,
I used to care,
I used to be human,
But I'm not the same as I was, then.
I Cannot TellI could sing such praises of youI Cannot Tell4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I fear no aria will do you justice
I cannot tell of your eyes
Sparkling sapphires of indomitable allure
With the fury of a thousand waves
Yet the serenity of an angel
No, that is not enough
I cannot tell of your nature
A captivating glow that surrounds you
Sweeter than the purest honey
Or your compelling wit and charm
No, that is not enough
I cannot tell of your heart
Iridescent beauty, pure and true
As stunning and fragile as crystal
Benevolent and full of passion
No, that is not enough
I could sing such praises of you
But I fear no aria will do you justice
A quick look at Dave Striders personal rhymesRose RoseA quick look at Dave Striders personal rhymes2 years ago in Romance More Like This
How do you look at me so sweetly
What do you see in that fruity martini
Is it darkness or light in you eyes
Can you will you keep me high
Lips of soft pink taste of fine wine on my tongue
And I need you here Rose the night is still young
So kiss me and laugh your snark all but faded
And its not really you but fuck it im jaded
Just look at me and see a brother a lover
I dont care so long as your mine tonight
time.there will come a time whentime.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
you'll want me back in your life.
well, right around that time, i'll
have learned to laugh in your face.
The One We've Been Waiting for Ch 1 (Reader x ???)You limped along through the trees. You held your bleeding arm and dragged your broken leg behind you.The One We've Been Waiting for Ch 1 (Reader x ???)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"PISS OFF." You heard a loud voice.
Your eyes widened and you gave a weak smile before moving faster in the direction of the voice.
"Hello?!" You called out- or at least, you tried to.. but for some reason your voice wouldn't come out.
You figured it was from dehydration or how messed up you where.
You ignored the pain in your leg and ran faster, managing to make it to the edge of the trees where you saw a short troll with nubby horns.
You reached out weakly.
The troll looked at you in shock and the last thing you saw was him making his way over to you before you passed out and fell to the ground.
"Do you know who 2he ii2 KK?"
"NO. SHE JUST KINDA SHOWED UP AND PASSED OUT."
"mOtHeRfUcKeR iS fUlL oF mIrAcLeS."
"You Say She Looked Nearly Dead When You Found Her?"
"YEAH. SHE HAD A BROKEN LEG, A MESSED UP ARM AND A BUNCH OF CUTS AND BRUISES. BUT THERE WAS NO BLOOD."
"W13RD! 3H3H3, WH4
Forgetful LoveMy dear, with the green eyes,Forgetful Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That pierce my soul with
Leaving me naked under
A glance of moss and mud.
My darling, with the brunette curls,
That brush against my collar bones,
And leave me wanting another touch,
Another curl against my cheek.
My love with the worried gaze,
Undressing my fears,
And leaving me lost
Along the sand dunes.
My dear, with the mossy eyes,
That undress my every disguise.
You forgot to forget my final lies.
ShhShh, be quiet.Shh5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't you hear
The rain heavy wind
Rattling the windows?
Shh, be quiet.
And you will hear.
Shh, be quiet.
There's something besides
The wind out there.
Shh, be quiet.
Or the masked man
Will kill you.
Angel criesShe had a glint in her eye,Angel cries4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A voice like an angel
If only angels could lie.
FlyHer nervous teeth bit through the skin in her lower lip and she walked towards the neighborhood, and she began to bleed.Fly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sucked in her lip like she had something to say but she was trying not to cry as hard as she felt she would if she let go.
Her wings were clipped off with her lover's loss of faith and everything was over, and everything was hurting, and empty, and anger. She couldn't fly in the pink air anymore, and she crashed to the ground with the rest of them, the hurt and the lonely.
Her heart may never mend but her wings could grow back, they could with someone's love, a friend, anyone, to care for her, to tell her that it'll be okay.
She's all alone though.
She hasn't eaten in a week and her stomach is concave and her back is lined with her ribs and spine, and she looks broken.
Underneath her blue eyes are gray and sunken circles above her hallowed cheek bones. She's becoming ill.
And she's all alone.
Everyone "cares", everyone is "concerned" and everyone is "there"
O, he is mad, Laertesbut it was not untilO, he is mad, Laertes5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the thing was done
that he'd the ghastly impudence
to invade her grave,
neither pitch nor portico
but wings: sloppy little back
affairs that droop
in mawkish mourning
for a thing unloved.
she, pale and fluttering
in anaemic dementia,
cast off life and language
like a soiled cloak;
water gave her more than ever
Together.''I'm broken.''Together.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let's be broken together, baby doll.
I'm fine.Are you okay?I'm fine.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I wiped away the bags under my eyes,
From night after night of waking hours,
And kicked my system into gear this mornin,
With caffeine, caffeine, and then some more.
Are you alright?
I stayed up last night,
Silently screaming through,
hallucinations, of me and him,
Bring those feelings, back again
How are you?
Last night I was reminded,
Of everything I hate about me,
Everything you once told me,
And it all seemed true again.
Are you sure?
Beat up inside, crying,
unable to function,
I hope one day,
You know I'm lying.
The Photo FrameThe fatigue pulls on my eyelids.The Photo Frame4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sleep deprivation tearing and scattering,
The fine machine that used to be my brain.
I see you, you know, every night that I lie awake
When dream forces itself upon me,
With visions of broken glass;
Glass that used to be a photo frame.
It stood in the hall, facing the foyer
Waiting to bestow its little piece of heaven
Upon every visitor to enter our home.
And in the summer, when the days were warm and the door hung open,
It and its thousand words stood in all their inanimate glory,
Sharing itself with the entire world.
Between its glass face and velvet backing,
It held a memory very dear to me.
Looking at it took me back to times of happiness,
When everything was fresh and new,
Giving me appreciation for the things I had,
For the things I loved.
But when the things I loved were gone,
I became addicted, and the past became my drug.
I would often take that photograph and shut myself away,
Gazing into the picture, losing myself in the past;
And in that mom
27 february 2011i can't look for you.27 february 20115 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't live for you,
i can't love for you,
i can't wait for you.
my body is your body.
it is what holds me
because you can't,
it is yours.
it moves when you
tell it to move,
a pull of a string.
it is your marionette.
i am not wasting away
in the wings,
hoping for something
i can't hope for.
(i can't hope for you.)
you are too significant,
a hundred times more
than i would allow,
a thousand times more
than is beautiful,
and that makes it
even more so.