PainHello my old friend,Pain2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How has it been?
You seem to come around quite often these days.
I guess I can’t stay away from calling you to me.
No other feeling is present,
You are all that I have.
You are my drug. You are my sweet juice of liquor
I can’t live without you.
Oh, so sweet…
Absolute pleasure coursing through my body
Your spears continue to relentlessly pierce through me.
Do what you wish with me.
I need to be punished for the equal amount of pain I have given.
The damage has already been done
The wreckage remains;
Shattered ruins of a once peaceful and happy place
But I am still the perpetrator
A perpetrator, who won’t receive the payback from those she has harmed.
But that perpetrator knows how to cause harm
On rather high levels.
And she will be made sure to never do harm to those she cares about.
There is no such thing as forgiveness
Not for me.
There never was.
It’s too late to forgive oneself for th
Why I DiedCan I tell you how I died?Why I Died3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why it rhymes with suicide.
Not because, I fell ill.
Not because, I swallowed pills.
Soon you'll see why I lie still.
Not because, I have drowned.
Not because of, Russian Roulette's
Deaf words of mine,
preach no sound.
Not because, the fault of life
Not because, the sharpened knife.
Real reason, why, tears went dry.
Not because, I jumped to fall.
Not because, this body I mauled.
The more I remember,
the harder too recall.
The true answer is i'm,
But to me,
the meaning of suicide:
Let Me Tell You About Homestuck- The PoemYou see a video and ask 'what's this?Let Me Tell You About Homestuck- The Poem2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wait- that grin- something's amiss.'
Smiling, I say, hoping for all of the luck,
'Let me tell you all about Homestuck.'
A young man stands in his bedroom, yes,
But thus far, you're quite unimpressed.
Hear me out though- it gets better!
Just read all of the logs- every letter.
You now have made it to Act 3
And I'm proud of you as I could be
Their session's started, the game's begun,
But we're not quite even to the real fun.
It's Act 5 and you're freaking out-
It's the trolls you've been hearing all about!
It took a bit, but you're getting there
There's still more stuff ahead, but the plot has you snared.
Now you've caught up to the latest update,
And you ask, 'What's next?' I say, 'We wait
With the rest of the fandom- it's nice though, you'll see,
'Cause we're all sorts of weird, and one big family.'
And so we will wait, you and I, all us fans,
And while we wait, come and go will some plans,
But you and I, both of us, know of our luck,
That we were
Imagine Dragons Challenge!Every night we’ll fight the demons, bleeding out until it’s time for you to leave me. We’ll ready aim fire away until there’s nothing left to say, and then we’ll drive all the way to Amsterdam. When we get there, we’ll stop on the rocks and stare at the clouds, all eyes, as the stars fade and fall into the pit.Imagine Dragons Challenge!2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Emma Selene, you make me feel radioactive, like the pantomime across the river in Tokyo. I need a minute to look how far we’ve come, because I feel so uptight tonight.
I’m the underdog, but I don’t mind. I’ll tiptoe to my destination because it’s my fault you’re gone. Whenever I’m with you, I feel on top of the world, so please, just hear me out: at the moment we’re going round and round in a cycle of pain, but you wait ‘til we’re older when we’ve broken this curse. We’ve fallen in the rain, so cover up and get back on your feet again, my love. I’m just a working man
Writer's Block SonnetHer feet are wearing holes in the carpetWriter's Block Sonnet3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While she paces 'round and 'round with a scowl
Apparently her book gives her a fit
And no one dares to talk to her at all
Her fists are clenched and waving through the air
Making gestures no one can understand
She has been pacing several hours there
Immersed in some issue that is at hand
Her eyes stare off into some unseen world
As if she is squinting at a wet page
The ink has run and everything is blurred
Her eyes too tired to read it in her rage
But then! some idea strikes her at last
I never knew that she could run so fast.
THORS-dayThor: Hey Loki! Guess what day it is? Guess what day it is?THORS-day2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Loki: ...Oh no.
Thor: Go on guess!
Loki: It's Thursday.
Writing AdviceThe key to building suspense isWriting Advice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Please, understand.Ever since you told me how you feltPlease, understand.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain and misery that you’ve held
Everything that you’re going through
I’ve done nothing else but to help
But every time I listen to you
I can’t help but to feel the same
My morals detain me for leaving you
But I wouldn’t be the only one to blame
When I'm GoneI don’t want you to remember me.When I'm Gone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t want you to think of me.
I don’t want you to hurt over me.
I don’t want you to dream of me.
I don’t want you to cry for me.
I don’t want you to miss me.
I don’t want you to love me.
I don’t want you
TattoosTattoos are evidenceTattoos2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that sometimes we love something
we forever want it embedded
And even if the colors fade,
and the lines become wrinkled
Or even if we form a strong abhor;
an everlasting distaste for it,
the thing we loved
will forever be part of us
For like the ink it's written in,
true love lasts
You said....You told me “friends forever”,You said....2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.
DavexReader - Intense StareI’m just sitting there, minding my own business, reading a paperback, when suddenly Dave bats the book away, his hands planted on the floor between my knees and leaning forward, mere centimeters from my face, his shades elsewhere for once. With the couch at my back, there’s no way to move away to get more space between us, but I seriously question if I want to. This close, the faint sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose is slightly more obvious, and his eyebrows and eyelashes are perfectly visible. Normally, they’re virtually invisible, their fairness blending into the sun-kissed paleness of his skin, and the former usually concealed under a sweep of perfectly styled bangs anyway. As it is, there’s the slightest pinch between and under his brows, and- Wow. His crimson eyes are half-shaded, the cardinal of his irises deepening to brick under the scimitars of his lashes. Flecked with burgundy, cherry, crimson, andDavexReader - Intense Stare3 years ago in Romance More Like This
EmoEmo?Emo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with that
you can call us ugly
you can call us fat
but you cant change who we are
we are emo
whats so wrong with that?