Dead, Inside and OutI scream, but nobody hearsDead, Inside and Out2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry, but nobody cares
I look, but I do not find
I try, but I do not die
I wake, but I never really sleep
I eat, but I never really taste
I long, but I never really know
I try to stay, but it is time to go
I slumber, but I do not wake
I crack, but I do not break
I gasp, but I do not breath
I swallow, but I do not sneeze
I am floating, through the pale air
I am moving, though I do not care
I am strangled with tears, yet I do not pout
I am dead, inside and out.
Why don't You Love Me?-EnglandxReaderI find you enriching, a person beyond me yet at the same time so far behind. You have a tang to you that I'm not to sure I like, and so I keep tasting and tasting hoping to figure it out. I've yet to and you think I'd grow bored with you but you have a way of entrancing people. Maybe it's those eyes or perhaps that delicate smile, I've yet to figure it out.. I hope to one day though. Which isn't good, I'm not suppose to care this much you know? It just isn't the way things are meant to be. Yet you have wound your way into my system and become much like the coffee I hate, addictive. It's why I refuse to drink that dark slosh, it's rather amusing though how easily I fell into your trap and allowed myself a taste of you. I must be weaker than I thought, that certainly isn't good.Why don't You Love Me?-EnglandxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But what can I do I have already fallen hard, much like a shot down bird. You should be careful where you aim your rifle it's deadly I tell you. Try and be consideret will you? You haven't the slightest clue on
RipRipRip1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
all our lives
to piece together reality,
I finally accepted reality
it was not perfect
nor ever would be
I never would accept
without an acceptation
To continue my nights dreaming
A dream in my heart
I needed to keep that
Every night laying in my bed
covers pulling me into the warmth
Sometimes I drift to sleep crying
or with excitement for the day that would unfold in a matter of hours
I closed my eyes in bliss of the calm atmosphere
with cold wind from the window licking at my exposed neck and face
I fell away from the earth
to a place where anything could happen
There was a life with exceptional reasons to
It was perfect
The boy I seemed to know for years
The failed suicidal attempt
I danced in the field
The outside world held a clock that read three
He kneeled in front of my form
and held a ring high for me to see
he asked me those perfect words
they came from his mouth to my ears
Joy filled my
the drifterthe drifter1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i tried to tell you that Marley was a ghost,
but you wanted to walk with wings
across gleaming midnight.
How marvelous, this stone stands
sturdy and musty; this glorious church holding up a ticking sun
that slowly cracks the trippy stained glass.
you drilled way below the church stone,
and found dried palm leaves and old joints
like clues to the map of an exceptional life.
I love this torrential literature,
I love a racing heart.
i cannot sleep, i keep dreaming,
ezekiel's visions leave me breathless.
Take it up with the Big Man.
Surely the cannabis creator
must exude a presence that lingers on synapses.
i've lost my ability to fly.
a tender sky with reddening clouds,
the sights of death give birth to no life.
Well, I'm l
Forgotten Today, Gone TomorrowI saw you with another todayForgotten Today, Gone Tomorrow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You both smiled and talked as I watched
And even though I was the one you invited
It seems you’re with someone else
As you both embraced I just stood and watched
Feeling a crack on my chest
And you gazed at one another
With something you had never shown me
Or even cared to
Your body seemed so warm just then
But I felt so cold
Because you were embracing someone you thought beautiful
While I was left feeling ugly and old
You caressed their face with your hands
The same hands that were so kind to me
And you slowly took their lips to yours
The same lips that said ‘I love you’ to me
This moment just never seems to end
To your pleasure
For my pain
And you ignored the one you originally had
And only gazed out to someone else instead
And as I watched this whole affair
I started to drown in my own despair
There was nothing I could do but admit to myself
That there had never been any hope for you and me
Because you looked at someone else today
Love Reaps part 1Love Reaps part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The world, it is a place full of mystery, happiness and grief. However in my world it's filled with death and love, well mostly death; if you're wondering why this is, it is because all through my life I have had countless near death experiences, so many in fact that sometimes I'm not sure if I'm alive or not. This is what got me obsessed with the Grim Reaper or as the skeleton with a scythe who harvests your souls. I would spend hours upon hours trying to learn about this bringer of death. This dark character that feeds upon your souls and is everyone's worst nightmare...unless you want to die.
"Come out, come out from where ever you are!" the fair haired woman cried out. "I give up now, you win!"
The park was empty and silent, besides the rustling of the pine trees, and the muffled words of the wind. The fair haired woman was out in the open of the park, wind whipping her hair across her tanned slender face.
"BOO!" a little pale, dark haired girl shouted. The fair haired woman
Fall in love with a girl who writes.Fall in love with a girl who readsFall in love with a girl who writes.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and writes, because
she will remember the day that
your eyes fell in love with
She will remember what you
wore on the night of
your first date, and
the comment that you
made about the child
six tables across from
She will smile at you, and tell
you that your eyes are a
mixture of water and
fresh cut grass;
two beautiful hues of
her favorite colors.
She will blush and touch
her knuckles to her
chin as she rests
her eyes on your
Fall in love with a girl who writes
because she will hold all of
the happiness that you
could ever want;
she is all you would ever
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.23Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.231 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pitch Black, the Boogeyman, was someone you had never truly believed in and had hardly ever heard him mentioned. Maybe you should have paid attention when Jack had mention him, but you had disregarded him and had forgot what he had mention about such a man.
He was bad. That is what you knew; Pitch Black was what nightmares were made of, or what commanded them. Your thoughts were muddled by your nightmare, by his appearance in your reality, by your mother’s and Ruben’s reaction when you kept screaming for them to turn around and look at the threat behind them.
There was another fact that couldn’t be ignored by your analytical mind, and that was how his sole presence affected the atmosphere of the room, the attitude of those inside the room, how he was able to affect the state of your mind.
I should have paid attention,’ you thought, and the previous thoughts you had had before the nightmare were partially answered; Jack hadn’t been a fixation
Sewing KitSewing KitSewing Kit1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People say they like me because I'm quiet
Maybe that is the key
Should I never say a thing?
Should I now cease to sing?
If I sewed my mouth shut with thread,
Would people like me then?
If I were allowed to speak, where and when?
Keep all my thoughts and words to myself all day,
And let time do me away
What if my words could change a life?
But I felt it safer to hide?
Behind a mask of wordless sorrow,
Hoping a few admiring friends would follow.
I'm a young lady wrapped in chains, my vocal cords unused,
Not to my muse.
But once in a while I will cut the thread,
Open my mouth,
And hope for wise words to flow~~~
Don't Lie to MeYour whispers are poisonedDon't Lie to Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your words, an addiction
And you speak your lies,
With clouded conviction
You expect me to behave
And to keep walking blind
When now, my eyes are open
In front, as well as behind
Do not simply mock me
And think I cannot hear
Because my ears are listening
Like a weary, surviving deer
So don't tell me your lies
And save your fake pity
Because I'm here to live,
Not to play dumb ditsy
Residents of DarknessYou can feel the wind blow on your faceResidents of Darkness1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
As your turn into this dark, empty place
Where there is no room or any space
Yet there is enough room for you to pace
And you shudder in the cold, dry air
Why do you come here, why do you dare?
This is not the place for you to stare
Where there are no such things as love and care
Do you feel numbness in your bones?
Do you wish to cry out as you hear moans?
And fear creeps inside with ominous tones
As you hear the voices of whispering drones
You try to get out, but you are stuck inside
Where you are now trapped with those who reside
Now you are doomed with no way outside
As your instincts for survival now collide
Can you hear them coming closer to you?
Do you see their bodies, lifeless and gray-blue?
Can you feel your fate now coming true,
As you are about to be dead like them too?
Oh how their cold hands clamor for your warm skin
Greedy for the life that your body holds within
Leaving you to have your last thoughts of sin
Thoughts of how your lif
I am waiting...I am waiting...I am waiting...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am waiting for someone who can make my world happy.
I am waiting for the spark I felt when I was just an oblivious kid.
I am waiting for the truth.
I am waiting for the pain to dissappear.
I am waiting for the illness to vanish.
I know that I am not a perfect being and for once, I need someone to be there for me to help me get through these hardships and pain so...
I'll be waiting...
Ode to the artistColours danceOde to the artist2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just out of reach
Of her grasping fingers,
Her lips tipped up
And her violet eyes
Glistening with wonder.
So many years later,
When her eyes have settled
And their colour dimmed,
When the curls in new hair
Have fallen flat,
Those colours dance
Just out of her reach.
She slashes at canvas
With wide brushes
And dripping paints,
Trying to capture
Those perfect blends,
Those perfect tones,
That perfect feeling.
Her works are masterpieces,
Acclaimed by all who see,
But not a single one
By the mother who cannot cherish
And so she starts again
With new brushes
And brighter paints.
And she screams
Into her brushstrokes,
Into the glaze,
With the easel,
Because that is what
Not a blending of colours,
Not the recreation of a scene,
Not the likeness of a figure.
Pain and joy
Mixed together on the same palette.
Art is the reminiscence on a place
And the worship of a face.
Art is life
A White CrayonI'm like a white crayon in a box of crayons …A White Crayon2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Sitting there in my corner quietly , watching all the other colors being selected and used ,each one of them is taking its role in coloring a pretty drawing , While I remain sharp and clean ,unused .
But I try my best to hold this thin thread of hope . A hope that ,one day ,a skillful artist will come and he'll know my value ,my worth ,my beauty .
To him ,I'll be the most useful color ,the crayon that he can't live without . And together ,we shall draw the most beautiful paintings .
I'll keep this hope as much as I can ,wishing that the box won't be thrown away before that artist come .
When I Was a ChildWhen I was a childWhen I Was a Child1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to kill myself seven times,
But it turns out something
Soulless and empty
Refuses to let itself die.
When I was a child,
I was scared of my own eyes—
Oh, they terrified me,
Because their light reminded me
That I am alive.
When I was a child,
They taught me to think
That I was not like all the rest.
That I was an empty thing,
An ugly creature,
A soulless changeling
That had intruded upon their lives.
And the people that were meant to love me
Only taught me how to cry,
Taught me how to hate
That I am alive.
I am still a child,
Though I like to think I’m not,
And I still have trouble
Looking myself in the eye.
I have learned that this is a bitter place
Painted colours by my madness,
Where errant and airy thoughts drift by
Whose wings I have lit on fire.
I am still a child,
But I am a hollow, broken thing
With frightened, suffering eyes.
Still, my mind is pleading
That my heart will soon stop beating,
But somehow I survive.
I still he
do not marry a writer.do not marry a writer.do not marry a writer.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
their only love is a pen,
or weapon of choice.
their only home is the mind.
do not marry a writer.
they will leave you for hours,
lost in different worlds.
pulling them out is like waking a sleepwalker.
they will never live the same moment again.
thoughts are lightning quick,
and will never strike the same place more than once.
marry a writer.
only if you want your body
transformed into words.
do not marry a writer.
if you are a flower
requiring constant watering.
you will die, and we will turn your ashes into l e t t e r s.
but marry a writer,
if you want to live forever.
Dead!PrussiaxReader .:Little Talks:.Dead!PrussiaxReader .:Little Talks:.11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't like walkin' around
This old and empty house
So hold my hand
I'll walk with you my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep
It's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you
To close your eyes
You sighed heavily as you walked through your old and empty house. A few years ago, you'd gotten rid of everything except what you absolutely needed. They all held too many memories. Memories that you wanted to forget. You hated walking there alone, especially at night. You were trying to turn out all the lights before going to bed, but now that it was only you, you no longer felt safe. You no longer felt warm. You just felt alone.
Suddenly, you felt a draft of air rush by you. As you walked up the stairs, the air brushed up against your fingers, and then you felt as if someone was s
Stages of DepressionThe tears that I shed portray the darkness that's growingStages of Depression5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all the pieces of me that fall trail to a darker path
Here, praying tears assist in drowning me into nothing
For I'm falling to ashes, becoming a worthless mess
I've lost the will to fly as this heart within me buries itself
I can't win a lasting battle without strength to possess
Whilst this suffering feasts, threatening to darken my soul
I lose all sense of logic and, now that I've come to fear the world,
I accept the embrace of despair to consume me whole
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;Dreams of reality1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
Second star to the rightThere are days where sheSecond star to the right1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
forgets how to fly;
wings all tangled up in
"There is nothing wrong with me,"
"Nothing at all.
I just can't seem to
The clock strikes
she's nothing but
and withering pixie dust.
HospitalHospital2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I hate hospitals."
"They're always trying to hide."
"What do you mean by 'hide'?"
"You smell that?"
"Yea. Smells clean."
"I hate that smell."
"It's too clean. It's like they're trying to hide the fact that people die here."
"Well that's morbid..."
"It's the truth."
"Would you rather it smell like germs and corpses?"
"No. But that's not the point."
"What is your point?"
"It's all just too... pleasant."
"Well yea. Hospitals are meant to help people. They're supposed to be pleasant."
"...You've never had a love one die, have you?"
"No one should have to sit and watch the world spin on as if the person they love never existed."
LuciferLucifer8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A misunderstood angel,
Thrown from his home of heavens beyond,
People bow before you faithfully.
Some slit wrists hoping to glance you as they die.
Some cry bloodied tears and curse your name,
As they watch friends die
In sickness, starvation and war.
To some you're a myth,
You are a legend, not even close,
To being real.
But here lies the truth
Under old marble walls
Hidden from all humans
Not to be discovered till death.
Why does the bible not say words?
The truths about him and his four.
The Four brothers that live and reign.
Over all of Hell.
God does not move to save his children,
I used to love him.
But even Lucifer would not be this cruel.
Lucifer has better sense even then God.
Since he knows suffering as we do.
And God knows nothing of our pain.
This is for the UnderdogYou know what it's like,This is for the Underdog1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.
So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...
Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!