TeddyAs a child, I had some teddy bears. Grey, blue, green, all colors. But then you grow older, and as a boy, those cuddly stuffed animals lose their appeal to you. A man's harsh fate, to have to wander around the world without a teddy. I remember how dad once gave me these plastic cars, and asked if I wasn't getting old for stuffed animals. Mother probably shook her head at him. But his cars didn't miss their purpose. The teddies all ended up in the closet. Then in a bag on the attic. And I have no idea where they are now. All gone. The personifications of my early childhood. Of those days when dad used to ask me what I'd be when I had grown up. I was never able to reply, I had no idea. I just enjoyed my plastic little shiny cars.
Fourteen I was, when I met her. She was a year younger than me. In high school, learning things to become the answer to the question my father always asked me. Although I still had no idea. Walking through the halls between classes, I noticed her by her ginger-c
Unborderd LoveShe sits in that room so far away,Unborderd Love9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Exiled to feel only pain.
She waits for that man,
The one that puts her smiles on top.
She knows he's not like the rest,
He truly cares and sees her pain.
As the blood drops dry on her wrist,
She is just glad that she has him to keep her whole.
Their love is strong,
But one they can't have.
Not bound by borders,
But by the pain inside.
He's in her head now only him.
She can't get him out no matter how hard she tries.
He's always that person,
Making her laugh and forget
But he's also the one that put it there.
He wants to be hers he asks for her hand,
Yet she sees it not.
He stands there arms open ready to listen.
No matter what she does he is still there in her door way.
Never letting go,
Never giving up,
For this is a passion love one only felt once.
Blowing KissesThough discontent, I bide my time,Blowing Kisses7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And spout my words in a hurried rhyme,
And wish for wistful happenings
That should be found in a million things,
Like morning dew or sunset glow,
Or the graceful fall of powder snow.
And I must wait. Discontent am I
To just blow kisses at the sky.
To be gazed upon, and feel the fire,
That draws me in and lifts me higher,
To feel the warmth is not enough;
I must be burned by this growing love.
In restless hurting and thirst for more,
Im wishing youd break down my door,
And despite the gaze Im not satisfied
With just blowing kisses at the sky.
Theres not enough of you with me
And I must go on, unhappily,
And never see what I want most-
Tis fleeting, obscure, like a ghost.
And life stampedes in glassy blur,
And of only one thing I am sure:
Theres not enough of you, so why
Must I blow kisses at the sky?
Is there a reason I must wait,
Be always from you separate
And only feel you fleetingly,
Wishing you were here with me
Perfect Dayour laughter falls a note short of sincere these daysPerfect Day6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we joke about the end of our world
Jim says "on tuesday, that's when Love leaves",
-as if the knowledge wasn't already known,
"and good riddance too."
there was a false heap of agreements,
spit past clenched teeth.
we had only prepared thus far:
1. take a deep breath,
2. take the blow,
3. and hope for survival
dread chases after all our smiles;
knowing it's place in our hearts
so we cut our losses and fake our farewells
on a perfect day to leave.
The Phantoms GardenThe Phantoms Garden9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walk alone
through this world
of darkness and misery
In this garden of gloom
a phantom hides
guiding me through my dreams
What terror this once held
the tower of desolation
home of the ebony rose
Black as my morbid heart
their thorns cut deep
eviscerating my soul
What once was a nightmare world
is now the place I escape to
hiding from the world without
This garden that once held terror
I now hold so dear
a place to hide from reality
This garden of darkest beauty
tended and cared for
by the phantom of my deepest sorrow
AbilityI'm losing the ability to live:Ability6 years ago in Open More Like This
not that I can't breathe,
or walk, or talk, or feel,
but there's this sense of loss
a hole where I used to be.
but that wasn't really me,
only what seemed to fit at the time.
and I regret the times in my life, when I felt most alive.
Sleeping AngelShe came in, and the room lit up. As if she was home, she sat herself in the sofa which is cornering the one I always sit in. I went to the kitchen, to boil water for tea. As if she was home, she took of her shoes, and rested on the arm of the sofa. The cats, who seemed even more attracted to her, ran towards her and purred. As if she was at home. There she sat, the woman who inspires the writer in me. I asked how her night had been, and why she came in after midnight. Ah, went to inner with colleagues, but it was to early to go home yet. She had seen there was light in my room still. She had driven past, before sending me a message. For a second she appeared overly tired, when she leaned her head over her hand on the pillow. I asked how good the wine was. A glass or three, pretty nice. I thought so. The ring on her finger reflected the light of the lamp behind us. Beautiful blue rock. The size of my thumb next to it, when I took her hand. I don't think she ever understood why I alwaysSleeping Angel8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Littlest RamThe Littlest RamThe Littlest Ram8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Mary had a little Lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that the Pure Lamb went
His peace was sure to go.
There was a country, over the hills and far away, where the grass grew as wild as the sheep and the wolves.
There were many pasturelands in this country, and the one who ruled it was a Shepherd, though not just any shepherd. He walked among his sheep, and spoke to them, and they knew his voice, and talked to him.
His sheep were not the only sheep in that land; there were many other sheep, wild sheep. The Shepherd talked largely to his sheep, who talked to him, and he only looked at those other sheep far away. His sheep knew his heart, and called out to those faraway sheep on his behalf, that they should join the flock and be loved.
To guide his sheep, he had a staff, a slim oaken bough that grew flowers and fruit according to each month of the year. There were bells threaded to its head, and when he rang it and blew his horn, his sheep came to h
We've All Came Down Beforeyou can't just smile and wave me awayWe've All Came Down Before9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like you never broke me
guess that's the price we pay
when we care.
struggling to hold my balance
hold myself together
pull my memories apart
whispering my insignificance
k i s s m e
because I'm in pain
til my lips break unable to speak
our blood runs down the drains
forgetting we hate each other
when loving is lying
and we've all came down,
The Shattered Like IIt had been months…. The scars were just reminders. I'd felt stronger days; I'd seen darker moments. After months of happiness how could the blade look so damn appealing? Days of sunshine had blinded me to the imminent future and fore-boding realities. Learning to remember without want is like forgetting to breathe. Wanting to forget is like death. If I walk away from the love you supplied will I ever be content?The Shattered Like I9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The blade loves me different.
I scared me today. I looked in the mirror and didn't see you; I didn't see me. I feel void. The light was burning my retina like you charred my heart. The pink fleece doesn't shield me like you did. The red velvet doesn't cover my body like you did. I never let you down. There didn't need to be an end. I wanted you to hold me as I fell apart. Rob says it best, "Fall on me, tell me everything you want me to be. Forever with you. Forever in me. Ever the same. Call on me, I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me. Forever
Que Sera, Sera - 4WARNING: This story contains m-preg. It's also yaoi. You have been warned. Fwah.Que Sera, Sera - 48 years ago in Teen More Like This
"Open your eyes." Obito requested, as he reached up and tugged Kakashi's headband up and off of his eyes.
Kakashi complied, blinking his eyes serveral times to adjust to the room. The carpet was gray, as were the sheets on the bed. The comforter was a large, thick polar fleece blanket of a whitish-gray tone with a large wolf patterned onto it. The pillows were very thick, and soft-looking, and wrapped in identical cases of black and white stripes. The walls were a very mellow off-white, tinged gray, neutral tone. They bore no posters or pictures, and the paleness of the room made Kakashi feel sleepy. There were a few pieces of furniture in the room. There was a dresser made of a cheap brown wood. It probably held all of Obito's clothing. A large shelf sat at the end of Obito's bed, made of the same inexpensive product. It housed Obito's tv, vcr, dvd player, game consoles, and stereo on it's various
DriveShe wouldn't expect a thing. It was a great plan. I knew she'd be tired and fall asleep in the car. It never fails. First, dinner. With wine. Never be picky about the wine. It invokes sleep during long car rides. I look at her, and see her leaning with her head against the window. She has her hand between her and the window, as if it was a small pillow. The road ahead is dusky and long. She'd love some of the buildings you can see here, but she's not awake. But that's alright. Because upon arrival, things will certainly look like a an unexpected dream. Yet, that's for some later time. First, we drive, darling. We drive. I glance at her again. Her mouth is closed, and you can see her nostrils move slightly when she breathes. I spot what the wine did to her. It creates a warmth inside, obviously. She has the top buttons of her blue blouse open. Underneath that, I spot another, darker shade of bleu. Pale skin. I avert my eyes towards the road again, and smile. Drive. Drive with your darliDrive9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Excerpts from the 'mind."Whatever. Whatever. Always and forever."Excerpts from the 'mind.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"As if nailed to a cross,
I never fail to get completely lost.
I didn't think you felt.
I never knew you'd care.
The picture I try to lose,
Seems to be everywhere."
"You died a long, long time ago. But now it's time to bury you."
"I'm not ambidextrous,
But I can still
Choke the living hell out of you."
"And my hell is cold with you
The whole void unfolds with you
Still my hell is cold with you
Just like everything you do."
"There's only one of you
But that's really your loss
There's only one of me, too."
"The floor barely withstands you
The walls are thankful they're not mirrors
You can barely bear your own presence."
"All of us need to be loved."
"I dream of freedom
But that's as close as I will ever get."
"Should I kill my conscience to be void of fear?
Or keep it pulsing so I could dig my grave in peace?"
"The television is running through every vessel in my veins."
"Trade eyes with a fly, and there's nothing you won't see
Numb and dumb with
Yours AlwaysHello My Love,Yours Always8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
There are those who have experiences in life that make it difficult to feel and impossible to love. I should know I am one. it is difficult to move beyond our childhood experiences it is frightening to go beyond that which we do not understand.
But if you can't love yourself, then how can you ever love another?
Please understand, that in order to give love you must understand love. In order to get love you must know love.
I don't understand what love is. We have travelled through life and we build attachments to things and people and places. But do we truly love any of this?
I am the way I am because this is what life has taught me. I am what I am because this is how I learned to be.
Please forgive life for treating me so cruel.
But don't pity me for being who I am.
I am me.
A Poem For Billy MaysMy love for you is like Mighty PuttyA Poem For Billy Mays6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strong and water resistant
A tear rolls down my cheek
Glistening like a toilet
Recently bathed in the stain-fighting power of OxiClean
Cant you see, my little Simoniz?
Not even a Zorbeez could soak up all my love for you
I need you like a dusty hallway needs a Swiffer
Like an over-accessorized freak needs a Bedazzler
Darlin, youre my Ding King
Somehow, I cant rid myself of you
CLR is no match for our love
I wont fight it any longer
I long to caress you with my Gopher
You know my number
Pick up the FoneFree, call me.
Hard WorkBe yourself they said.Hard Work3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through truth you'll get anywhere.
You're perfect the way you are they said.
You're something beautiful to share.
I remember hearing this all the time,
recollecting those words as I write this rhyme.
There was one thing that they forgot to say
which is what my mantra is here and today.
Though you may be you and the best to believe
you still need to work to be beneficial
in the lives of others and yours to achieve
anything that will not be something superficial.
People forgot to say that work is needed.
Not the normal amount that keeps you in the gray,
but mind wrenching, sweat creating, limit exceeded.
To stand out and pave your way in life today.
It's the type of work that will make you shine,
to help you stand out and remain unforgettable.
The type of work that's so difficult to define.
The kind makes those gone feel their absence regrettable.
Average work that makes you blend in with others
that gives one average recognition and reward
is the kind that I don't
Divisio Ch 11: Final Chapter"Oh never mind, it's silly." He replied, trying to hide the blush that was only intensifying.Divisio Ch 11: Final Chapter5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Nope, I'd rather not say it." He stooped down and picked up his bat. "Can I go hit some neighbors mailboxes, or will that make them like me less?"
Flaky smiled thinly. Does he have ADD or is he just avoiding the subject? "You've already made them into mulch, how much worse can you do?"
Evil opened the door and pointed at his opposite who was gazing in a bored manner at the T.V. while flipping through channels. "I could always annoy him." He replied, a smug grin upon his face.
Flaky shook her head in dismissal. "No, that's okay, you go ahead and have some fun."
Evil shook his head and laughed, "I was only kidding." He patted her upon the shoulder. "You know I'm not that immature, I'm unwilling to irritate my twin too much in a given day, who knows how he reacts without me inside of him."
"You know, considering I convinced him not to put you back on the medication, you could