Do Scars Ever Heal?I'd like to say I never cared.Do Scars Ever Heal?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd like to say it was just a joke - gotcha.
I'd like to say it meant nothing.
But nevertheless, I still love you,
despite how much I wish I didn't.
I still love you...
and I hate myself for it.
You were all I ever wanted.
You were all I didn't know I wanted.
Why did you throw it away?
We hurt each other.
Darling, we're not very good at this game called Love.
Harm is hardly the point.
Maybe, if given a second chance at it all,
we could do better?
Maybe we could actually win?
Are you willing to try...
or would you rather me just stay away from you.
I'll let you go your way
if you let me go mine.
But, baby, you're trailing right behind,
reminding me, everyday, of the pain we thrust on each other.
Maybe it'd be easier for the both of us
to walk away.
To pretend we never met.
To pretend we never loved.
To pretend we never made this mistake.
If that's what you want, I'm willing to do the same,
But, darling, it gets harder with the passing
HAIKU XIn the auction hallHAIKU X5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
For three dollars sixty cents
My heart was sold out
Dear TeachersDear Teachers;Dear Teachers4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Friday, April 15th, is the national Day of Silence in the United States. The Day of Silence was designed for members of the LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender) community who have been subject to many forms of bullying because of who they are and who they love. In being silent, I represent those who cannot be honest about who they are because of where they live, their religion, or how their families view LGBT community members. In being silent, I am screaming volumes for those who suffer every day in silence. I represent every student you have ever taught or ever will teach that was Gay or Lesbian but never had the courage to tell you. I am the embodiment of the opressed, scared, self-hating, insecure people of today who are unable to reveal their entire selves to the ones they love.
I am participating in this day for myself, for everyone I love that can't express themselves, and for everyone I have never met that feel the same. In doing this I am spreading awa
Die deutsche Passion english translationDie deutsche Passion english translation3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
by Uwe Lammler
We live in tribes, where strife and envy
From the edge of history cries out for fratricide
We dream in forests with dense foliage,
In the fog and below the silence of the Rauhnacht,
We reign in legends, sung from far away,
Noone penetrates in the glow of our Sun Fire
And lately became a name our taint and reward
But even our becoming was always passion.
The wall of the Romans cut through our land,
The West and the South supported the enemy
And bought from outside with good profit
Amber and various household items made of tin,
But even the tamed in the Roman state,
Thought about renunciation and vile treachery,
Wakes up in the Cherusci the old teutonic spirit,
Varus will become the victim of the German passion.
Who doesn´t avoid horror, should be warned,
Death won´t be longer a suffering, the death will be passion,
Who stays close to the source, who gives birth to life,
Laughs at the fools who adorn shamefully themselves,
Barbar, which was meant a
The Waltz Of DeathThe white vintage dress I'm wearing this time,The Waltz Of Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The alluring, blood stained sickle is this night my partner to crime.
Performing a gentle pirouette upon the rotten copses,
I embrace the dried bouquet of roses,
I lose myself in this deadly symphony,
Start the waltz of death,
I just sold my jaded soul for this sick melody.
My heart has been corrupted by this wild twinkle,
By the mellow whisper of the sickle,
With one more step I hear another breaking skull,
They are screaming blood, but to me is null,
The waltz of death revenge will bring,
It just broke the last sanity's string.
Smiling, my signature I carve on their torn faces,
I look satisfied at this massacre,
The floor is covered with whacked corpses,
The walls with blood and guts are painted,
The evidence of the laceration they abided.
In the front of my mangled audience,
The waltz of death I'm performing,
Discontinued by an innocent reverence.
The dress is soaked in bitter tears and blood,
The sickle in a chopped
Where the Dragons WeepWhere do the dragons weep?Where the Dragons Weep4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thier hearts full of sorrow,
Carry them slowly
Down the river Nile
Through emerald fields,
Across desert plains,
Swiftly the go
To their diamond caves
Mourning each others pain.
sonot to be slain
Their spirits saddened,
To no domain
The secrets kept vain
Follow your heart
And you will find a path in which to follow,
A trial left for you to see
Thier bloody sorrow
Red tears and tears and tears,
Dragons left in mud
Because a dragon can only cry
Tears of blood
Between Human And BeastThe beast tried to run away but now is squatted on the ground,Between Human And Beast3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desperate it tries to howl but what comes out is just blood,
With fangs and claws they are ripping off its skin,
They are displaying satisfied a sardonic grin.
While wresting its flesh, humans they claim to be,
Killing the beast, they say is setting the world free,
Bound in chains it lies dreaming to the last breath,
But they won't listen to its despairing cries for a sudden death,
Because the beast is accused of defiance,
Being different - maybe was made with the Devil a compliance.
Lacerating its bruised skin with their crooked teeth,
The beast is wailing, blood gushing from underneath,
Its body turning to a mass of broken bones and slaughtered flesh,
The painful cry extinguish willing to shape a start afresh,
But the poor soul hangs by a thread,
Its eyes are dry, the blood had been shed.
A fact between human and beast,
For which the death of the innocent is a reason to feast,
Someone really owns the power over oth
Creepypasta: The Other ElevatorCreepypasta: The Other Elevator3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You'll think I'm crazy. Or just some idiot trolling online. I don't care. Something happened to me and whether or not you believe me is moot, because it happened to me. It happened.
I don't want to tell you my name. It doesn't matter anyway, because you won't believe me and I don't want people thinking I'm insane. But maybe my telling will mean something to someone. Maybe this has happened to you too and I'm not just imagining things. God, I really hope I'm just imagining things.
I visit my grandparents every summer. They live in Eastern Europe, in one of those tourist cities where the capital draws in people from all over the world. They live in an old, faded-yellow apartment building.
There's an elevator that I have to take to get to their floor; the eighth floor. It's one of those old elevators that most people would probably think wasn't very safe. The ones where you walk in and it's super tiny, like just big enough to hold four skinny people if they don't mind a cuddle. While ther
She is HumanShe is humanShe is Human3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thousand little needles
Releasing like a breath
Of winter air.
She is human
A hundred pale lies
Trusting in the faithless
Even at dusk.
She is human
A million sleepless nights
Reading white blank walls
Hoping for sleep.
I will never forget.I will never forget.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was just an ordinary day in New York. I was on break, so I was walking down to the comic store. I didn't see it coming
The first plane flew low overhead and slammed into the first tower, leaving me to stare uncomprehendingly at the explosion as a searing pain burst in my chest. I'm under attack, I thought, more stunned than worried. I'm under attack! We're under attack!
I whipped my cell phone out and dialed the city hall's number. The secretary picked up. "We're under attack!" I repeated my thoughts. "Let me talk to Rudy*! He's busy?! Well I don't freakin' care! Let me talk to him! Do you know who you're talking to"
The secretary hung up on me. I jammed my phone back into my pocket, cursing, and started sprinting down the street towards the burning tower, where a crowd was starting to gather. As I ran, another plane smacked into the tower's twin, creating an explosion even larger than the first. "No!" I gasped. "No no no no
A SmileI'm waiting terrified for the last decision,A Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gently touch the knife,
My heart is pounding, waiting for the lethal incision,
I almost see the blade shedding the liquid of life,
I hear myself choking with my own blood,
The sound of the knife rending my flesh - a deafening thud.
But your hand goes further; over the axe it leans,
Shining ruthless under your fingers,
I'm about to die, by all means,
A sick suspense lingers,
I almost hear the sound of my breaking bones,
The gushing blood, the moans,
But no; your hand, well, further it goes.
"A gun? "
With it easily it will be done,
Infix the cold metal and let me bleed to death,
"Will it be fun? "
Just imagine the blood outflow until the last breath,
"Or a hammer? "
My body you could simply mash,
But you'll need to endure the blood splash,
That will stain your hands and face.
But instead that, your fingers, they retrace.
"The most lethal weapon isn't any of these",
You say stepping back, as my heart is starting to appease,
"It would be to
I Did A Stupid Thing.I should have seen it coming.I Did A Stupid Thing.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I should have sheltered from the storm.
Instead I welcomed it.
One moment: release.
Next moment: tears.
Then the pain.
It all came pouring right back in.
I was drowning.
What a waste.
All that work thrown away.
All those disapointments, those ruined hopes.
All reason, ignored.
I knew what would happen.
I knew it would never, has never worked.
I knew I would do it anyway.
In my head the crowds circle me.
I know what they think.
I know what they whisper.
How they condemn.
They are ignorant but powerful.
I pretend not to care about them.
I pretend too much.
Before, I pretended I did not see it coming.
I pretended I no longer wanted to be impulsive, to fail.
I pretended it would work.
It's time I stopped playing make-believe.
It's time for me to face myself.
Accept the work,
Take the risks,
and ignore the crowd.
It's time for me to heal.
The Room 259Sardonic laughers, sick lullabies,The Room 2594 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll make you pay for all your sins,
With hatred, madness in our eyes.
Welcome to the room 259,
We'll enjoy to see you dyin',
In a comfy, bloody bed,
Well, darling, that's the price for lyin' !
"I just want to see what you've got inside,
You're so pretty on the outside,
I promise you,
Your stomach will be sew,
It will look like new."
In that corner,
A pretty girl is crying,
Fallen on her knees,
To God she's praying,
Screaming out her lungs,
For forgiveness she's begging.
Nobody can't save her now, even God
We have no mercy, we'll love to spill her blood,
We'll rip off her skin to see,
Now how beautiful she can be,
How many hearts she will break again?
We've got nothing to gain,
But it doesn't matter,
We like to make them suffer,
And forever we'll stay alive,
To punish them, to make justice,
Their heads to cleave,
The revenge for the betrayed ones we will bring.
A dying men is crawling on the floor,
He's screaming blood,
While is trying to get to the
DependencyCutting-Dependency4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was a routine.
Lock the door,
Pull up your sleeve.
Close your eyes,
Let the pain be relieved.
(And I broke it)
Phinbella- WaitingIsabella sat on her couch as she waited for Phineas to arrive. She absentmindedly flicked through the television channels, wondering where Pinky was.Phinbella- Waiting4 years ago in Romance More Like This
She and Phineas were supposed to be at Irving's soon. He was throwing a party for the fifth anniversary of when Phineas and Ferb built the rollercoaster in their backyard.
Ferb was taking Vanessa to the party. They'd been dating for a few months and had decided it was time that Vanessa was introduced to their circle of friends. Isabella smirked at the idea of mature, grown up Vanessa, who was in college, hanging out with a bunch of high schoolers. She would have to be pretty tolerant, but judging from the stories she'd told Isabella the few times they'd met, her father had made her far more ready for this encounter than she would ever need to be.
The part Isabella didn't quite understand was the age difference between Ferb and Vanessa. Ferb was so much younger than Vanessa, and yet they seemed to make the ideal couple. They understood eac
SympathyI never asked for your sympathy,Sympathy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never wanted you to cry tears
That belonged to me.
Never wanted you to sleep
In the darkened meadow
Writing poetry under the willows.
I never asked for your words,
Never wanted you to loose yourself
In the red-covered English dictionary.
Never wanted you to fly away
To a place where snow falls up
And waterfalls hang like tapestries.
I never asked for your scorn,
Never wanted your rough voice
Stained with blood and smoke.
Never wanted you to know
The secrets about me
I had kept hidden for years.
I never asked for your dying breath,
Never wanted you to return
To the rolling hills and ocean blue.
Never wanted you to regret the lies
Or anything else for that matter
Or the sympathies of seasons changed.
A Midnight SparkThe laughter of all the children rang throughout Danville, as two boys named Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletcher made their way onto the stage, which was set up in their backyard. Candace ran outside, climbing onto the stage.A Midnight Spark4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Phineas, what are you doing?" Phineas smiled brightly and turned to his older sister.
"We are making a firework display for the New Years! Oh, you are going to love this!" Candace narrowed her eyes, and sighed.
"Okay, fine... I'll let you go just this once. But only because it is the New Years!" Candace walked off of the stage, in defeat, as her red-headed brother began to announce that the fireworks display was ready.
"Alright, everyone! Are you ready for the New Years!" Loud cheers erupted through the crowd.
"I know I am! The fireworks will blow as soon as the clock hits 12:00am, so be ready to countdown!" Phineas smiled widely and hopped off the stage, giving friendly grins to every person he saw. What he didn't know was that one certain girl wasn't quite happy. H
Stories From the Psych Ward (2 of 3)I'm so cold I feel it down to the bones,Stories From the Psych Ward (2 of 3)4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting in the dining hall trembling
over my cup of tea. A huge Christmas
tree twinkles merrily beside me in red, blue, silver, pink and gold.
Patients huddle together outside to talk,
but I'm forbidden to join them,
trapped inside the ward on a category four.
They're all strangers to me, I've spoken to no one.
Smoking their cigarettes in faded pajamas,
looking tired and worn down,
lips twisting into smiles as the smoke
curls down into their lungs.
Nurses find me hiding from evil spirits in the cupboard.
They let me stay inside, safe until the panic stops and
the shadows disappear, give me blankets
to stay warm, until they take me by the hand and lead me out.
Two psychiatrists come to speak with me
While insects pour from my lips
And satellites speak of the death of stars
The voices scream at me
But I talk.
They want me to trust them
They want me to stay alive.
A nurse takes six canisters of my blood,
a deep frothy red. It pours out of my
Is This The Way I Chose To Be?Look into my eyes,Is This The Way I Chose To Be?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you think I'm made of stone?
I'm just exhausted of those useless cries,
I'm sick of feeling alone.
Behind that sick mischievous grin,
The full of hatred tone,
I do have my own dream,
I do have a soul.
Why don't you look into my eyes?
Behind my own stone wall,
That I've built to defend myself from the lies,
That's the way I've chose to be,
Why can't you see the real me?
They say is not true,
The person I'm trying to prove to you.
Maybe they are right,
Is there a real me that I'm trying to hide?
Maybe in time I just turned into a monster,
I destroyed everything was nice from me,
Is this the way I chose to be?
I stare at my own reflection,
An empty sight, pale skin,
The good has been burn,
I think I can't recognize myself,
There's no way to turn.
Destruction became my new passion,
Hurting others is a hobby,
Is this the real me?
Is this the way I chose to be?
I will never believe,
I'm not a monster, not a ghost,
Maybe a dark shadow,
My own dreams I stopped to follow.
Dream Come True Ch. 1Chapter 1: Isabella, what have you done?Dream Come True Ch. 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Bow chika bow wow, that's what my baby says!
Mow mow mow and my heart starts pumpin'
Chika chika chu whop
Never Gonna Stop Gitchi Gitchi Goo means That I Love You
I rolled over to turn off my alarm. Then I went over to the calendar on the wall and put a little heart in the corner. This will make 2190 nights of dreaming about Phineas.
Hi my name is Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, I'm 16 years old. I have been in love with my next door neighbour, Phineas Flynn since we were 10 years old. The only thing is that he still has no idea how I feel about him. *sigh* oh well, maybe one day my dream will come true but right now I'm late for school so . . . WAIT!!! I'M LATE AHHHHHHHHHHH
I quickly ran to my closet and but on my favourite outfit, a pink halter top and white mini skirt, and ran out the door to school. I just made it to school when the first bell rang.
"Izzy," I turn around to see Phineas coming towards me, "there you are! I was starting
PnF: Twisted Games A game. That’s all it was. A sick, twisted game...PnF: Twisted Games1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Torturing his brother, making sure every time Ferb found him he would take him right back away. The brit hated it. This would be the last horrid game he would play with that evil game maker and his twisted mind. The last little trick, illusion, or whatever it was going to be this time. He would not have it anymore.
This was it. He was going to bust himself and Phineas out of this horrible place once and for all. No more torture, no more psychotic laughing at him and his brother and no more losing Phineas in a sick game of... of...
Gosh, he did not even have a word to describe the twisted little games the man made. But the green-haired boy was going to make sure this was the very last they were going to go through.
As he was pushed up a dark, circular tube he wondered what he was going to have to do this ti
Love Spelled Out in GalaxiesWe watched the stars,Love Spelled Out in Galaxies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As they danced,
Lit up the sky in bright white light
Faded back like a feeble cough.
Just a field with two beating hearts.
stars and sky above a brilliant cape,
Writing their own destiny.
A silk cloak in black,
Starlight shining holy on skin,
Fireflies like a crown round my head,
Dawn the wings on your back.
PxF +.Fireflies.+PxF +.Fireflies.+4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"That was GREAT, Phineas!"
Phineas Flynn laughed sheepishly at his best friend's compliment. He and his step-brother, Ferb Fletcher, were walking Isabella Garcia-Shapiro home from a very interesting play-date. On this particular Saturday play-date, the "Wonder Brothers", as some had dubbed them, treated Isabella, Baljeet, and Buford to a hoverboard race to test out some prototype hoverboards they'd created. The results; they needed to fix that problem Baljeet's board had with randomly falling out of the sky, but otherwise they were flawless designs. Needless to say, it was fun for the kids--except Baljeet--as evening soon grew nigh, the sky tinted orange as the sky was mosly a dark blue-ish color by now. Some time after Perry came back, though, Baljeet and Buford went home. Isabella, however, stuck around longer than usual and had stayed over for dinner. With permission of course. After dinner, the boys decided to walk their friend home across the street since they didn't have anything
cerebrum.if it's midnight already and i can't feel you anymore,cerebrum.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's because you're savoring the taste of someone else;
or maybe it's because you're just lost in all the shades of blue,
the word "farewell" comes in so many colors.
if you've climbed too high and still haven't found a signal,
it's because my thoughts are lost somewhere in jupiter's storm
or maybe it's because i'm asleep on a train
heading far, far away from you.
i took a metaphor literally once when i cut you out of my life
with a pair of rusty black-handled scissors and every picture that i had of us.
it never seemed to work, i could never chase you out of my head,
and that was when i realized that you lived there.
you're everything and nothing i've learned in history class,
about guillotines and revolutions,
and if i know one thing, it's that you're surely not a Saint
and no sir, i will not love you.