The Things I Never Saidthe things I never said
haunt me day and night
regretful little ghosts
trying to cause a fright
words and phrases at my door
screaming and moaning
pleading for a fair score
"let us out, let us free"
all of the things I never said
the things I never said
as they topple from their throne
I'm giving them to you now
in hopes they will leave me alone
Becoming SomebodyNo one thinks about the complexityBecoming Somebody6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of what it takes to be a person.
It is so hard to wake from the perplexity.
Will we let our beings worsen?
What will living this life take?
In a blurred sea of endless confusion,
will we just let our bodies shake?
We hide our reality in a deep illusion.
Anger, shame, and anguish, we feel it all.
Are we losing ourselves in this storm
as we watch the darkness fall?
Or are we trying to find our true form?
Amongst the crashing waves, we are blind
until we take hold of our own connection.
A connection to this world in which we are defined.
Found, you may see, so add this trial to the collection.
Definition of self is not through serenity.
Through hardship, through tears, we are revealed.
In a blurred sea of endless trials, we find identity.
So embrace the storm, throw down that shield.
We must understand what it takes to become somebody.
We must embrace this reality filled with complexity.
Dear little oneBe still tormented little boy,Dear little one4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she's the one for you but
you can no longer call her name.
All your dreams have burned and expired
and you hate to go to sleep
not to see her haunt your nights
and revive a hope you tried hard to purge.
Everyday starts the same,
a quiet, innocent hey, but
behind it there's a ton
of words you no longer speak.
You took an unspoken vow
to keep it buried deep below
and pretend things are okay.
There are days when it hurts
too much to hold back the truth,
and you can't deal with the lump that lurks in your throat.
Oh little boy you wonder if she knows
how much you struggle
to keep your smile burning across your lips,
or how many times you swallow
your pride not to stir a war.
Maybe you're obsessed by now
and she's only playing along,
out of pity because you've lost it all.
TeardropWhen was the last time you cried?Teardrop1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears streaming down you face,
like an endless waterfall.
Rivers after rivers of salty drops.
I have seen my father cry,
my mother cry,
my sister cry,
and my brother cry.
But I do not remember the last time I cried.
It makes me wonder sometimes.
Would I cry if someone close to me died?
If they were sick, or in the hospital?
If they were lost, never to be found again?
Sometimes a stray tear leaks out for no particular reason.
I'm not sad.
So, why am I crying?
I think that tears are kind of like waves,
rushing against the walls of a dam,
trying to rush free,
trying to reach the outside world
for which they've been away from for so long.
Tiny teardrops, so much like rain,
falling from the stormy green clouds in the sky.
The storm passes, and the waves cease to move.
A rush of relief washes over,
and I begin to feel okay again.
As these words pour out of me,
from mind to pencil to paper,
I slowly start to feel better.
Just as if I have cri
Song of the ShatteredBelieve me,Song of the Shattered5 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I didn’t lie.
Your touch left me broken,
Your voice made me cry.
Pain’s here to stay,
And will not pass
I wanted you badly,
Though I knew you were pain.
I thought I could take it.
Now I have myself to blame.
Break for me baby,
Or we won’t last.
Your crystal perfection,
Your sorrowful words…
I just wanted to fix you.
Instead I burned.
I thought I could heal you.
I am such a fool.
Shattered and broken,
And under your rule.
My heart was fragile,
As fragile as glass.
I thought I was stronger,
That the pain would pass.
Practice makes perfect.
Grind all my shards.
Leave nothing left.
It can’t be that hard.
Instead of your rescue,
I sealed my demise.
My heart shattered glass,
Defiled by your eyes.
I thought I could save you,
But needed saving instead.
Your ruthless assault
Left me broken and numb.
I know I was foolish.
I learned far too late.
Now I know you aren’t broken
VesselI am seemingly hollowVessel7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I can be filled
with no set path to follow
my heart has already been killed.
Pour into me your wishes and dreams
I will hold them all close and dear
please ignore my internal screams
pay no attention to my silent tear.
Give me all of your pain and sorrow
I will protect you in your every storm
you will forget your troubles on the morrow
do not worry, I will keep you forever warm.
Fill me with your false words and feigned affections
do not make me your concern
I will gladly intake all of your infections
let all of my hopes and sorrows burn.
I do not matter and this shall be forever
with me your horrors and wastes nestle
I have already embarked on this futile endeavor
for I am this sorrowful and weak vessel.
No Happy EndingsPop one pill,No Happy Endings5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lie there still,
Pop a second,
Dawn of reckoning.
Lost and wandering,
In the dark of home,
Falling and stumbling,
In this house alone.
One step forward,
Two steps back,
All your senses,
Succumb to the hazy blaze,
With your mind a maze,
Collapse down on broken knees,
The room fills with a summer breeze.
There is no happy ending,
There is no-one to save you,
There is no redemption,
Now your vision turning blue.
There is no light,
At the end of the tunnel,
Our lives are a fight,
Is it worth the trouble?
Run or die,
Fall or fly,
Climb or fall,
Please or Appal.
Who?Come again?Who?5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are you looking for?
That bubbly girl
With the big smile
The dark mind
Sorry she's not here
Not right now
Today I'm the quiet one
With the teary eyes
The choked up throat
The broken heart
I'll say you stopped by
I'll take a message
She'll talk later
Am I okay?
Did something happen?
Nothing. Maybe. No.
I've always been this way
Two girls in one
Half lonely half fun
Who do you want?
crying aloneemotionless she seemscrying alone11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
because she cant say how she feels
she doesnt trust anyone anymore
she can barely tell whats real
her hearts been broken too many times
never healed, she just scarred
although the scars faded they always stayed
blurring the way to her heart
so now she sits alone
jaded eyes she sits and cries
wishing she could have comfort
somebody to dry her eyes
whenever she breathes
she regrets it
she wishes she could leave
wonders why she cant just do it
what is holding her here
on this screwed up world
maybe someday she'll find her purpose
her reason for being born
until then she pushes through
seeming emotionless to prying eyes
she cant trust anyone
so she's always alone when she cries
cold.I thoughtcold.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the snow made you feel cold
so I lent you
knowing little that it was
the cold heart
in need of warmth.
Suit Of ArmorWhat people see on my outsideSuit Of Armor7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Isn't really me.
It's just a suit of armor
With a welded smile.
What people see on my outside
Isn't who I am.
I say things I don't believe,
And hide the things I like.
What people see on my outside
Isn't how I feel.
I laugh and joke and play,
But I'm alone in a crowd.
So before you're quick to judge me
Because what you see on my outside
Probably isn't me.
PTSDWhen I was younger my dad was my heroPTSD1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mom said, look up to your father, he's the smart one
he fed me dreams of harvard in small spoonfuls ,
college ideas at the mere age of eight
i swallowed it, caught it like a raindrop
always begging for more, a little more please papa
fifth grade came, and my dad became a harder man
my mama repeated , still look up to him honey,
he knows, he knows
seventh grade brought shouting anger and sadness
my papa gave me the talk, the talk about ptsd
he said it would change him, make him not my papa at times
the monster isn't me he says, just something you can't find under your bed
throughout his screaming and abuse,
my mama said, look up to him, he still knows
but his wisdom is just frayed at the edges, like your new skinny jeans
i could not help but see my perception of my father was altered
where was his support? why did he take my moms support from me?
my perception of him was forever altered,
it was an invisible scar on my arm,
something surgery can n
Lissy's Interview1) Choose one of your own characters (OC).Lissy's Interview3 years ago in Humor More Like This
2) Make them answer the following questions.
3) Then tag three people.
4) Feel free to add some questions of your own.
Lisssssssy!! With the help of the twins of course
1) What gender are you?
2) What is your age?
3) Do you want a hug?
George & Fred: Ok! *glomps*
4) Do you have any bad habits?
Um I eat when I'm bored, and I procrastinate far too much.
5) What is your favorite food?
Spaghetti! Or pasta anything really, lol.
6) What is your favorite ice-cream flavor?
Cookie Dough. Yum.
7) Are you a virgin?
Is that your business?
Fred: Just answer the nice lady's question, Lis.
George: Knew it.
L: Oh shut up.
8) Have you killed anyone?
What? No! Much as I sometimes want to.
9) Do you hate anyone?
Not really one to hate people
F: Not even You-Know-Who?
L: I guess...not on a personal level though.
10) Do you have any secrets?
Yes I do, and no I'm not telling.
BedspreadBedspread3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lissy tiptoed through the halls, her runners long since worn free of tread silent on the stone floor. If she was caught here she'd be in so much trouble! Ravenclaw Tower sat on the opposite end of the tower, what was she doing here again?
Oh right, the twins had invited her to their common room. They seemed to think it would be a grand prank to bring her in, seeing how long it took for people to notice the lone eagle in the lion's den, and at the time, Lissy had agreed. Now though, nervousness coursed through her veins like ice water.
She finally reached a large portrait of a woman in a large fluffy pink dress. The Fat Lady, the twins had told her earlier. The woman looked her over, Lissy following her gaze. She wore worn jeans, runners, a muggle band t-shirt and a huge sweater. Her usual ensemble completed by her hair pulled into a braid which trailed down her spine.
"Well?" Lissy repeated, her voice a nervous squeak. Then she remembered the p
What's in a name?What's in a name?4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lissy looked around the great hall with a frown. She could sit with her housemates for lunch, she knew. But that was predictable. On the other hand, she could sit with the two boys she'd recently befriended.
The Weasley Twins were notorious for the trouble they caused, and Lissy was the opposite. She was still all for bending the rules, she just never got caught. Unlike the two redheads of course.
At the sight of the boys waving her over she had to grin. New friends it was.
"Hungry Yank?" Fred asked.
"Starving." Lissy said with feeling. "And don't call me that, I hate it."
"Miss Pendragon then?" George teased. Lissy made a face and the boys laughed.
"Lissy. Please." She insisted.
"I'm Gred, he's Forge."
"Of course Fred."
"How'd you know?" he asked in surprise.
"Woman's intuition." She said with a smirk.
"Right, and I'm a venomous tentacula plant." George said. "You can tell us apart, can't you?"
Lissy smiled and nodded, dumping ketchup all over her eggs.
"How? Even our mother get's us
RefugeRefuge2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lissy slipped silently through the moonlit hallways of the castle, glad she had practice doing so. She wasn't paying any attention to where she was going, habit steered her feet true though. She should slow down, pay closer attention. At least pause at various corners to peek around and listen for any patrolling teachers. But the tears in her eyes were determined to fall. And she wanted to be somewhere safe before she let them d so. She couldn't go back to her own dorm, but luckily she had something else just as good.
The Fat Lady was snoring against her frame, her cheek pushed up against the edge of the picture and drooling a little bit. Lissy cleared her throat, whispered a soft hello and finally frowned.
The large woman shot bolt upright with an entertaining snort and a glare. "Miss Westmarsh, do you realize what time it is?"
"Yes, past curfew." Lissy said softly. A part of her felt honored that the woman knew her name. The portrait had been around for so long that she d
Felicity WestmarshI'm always needing to reference Lissy to various people for commissions and trades and such...so i figured I'd just make a giant journal all about her to make things easy on me If you think there's something I should add, tell me!Felicity Westmarsh3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Name: Felicity "Lissy" Westmarsh
Born: October 4th, 1978 (making her 5 months younger than the twins)
Looks: Red brown hair, which is never shorter than her shoulder blades and usually longer. It's very floofy, so she just about always has it tied back. Her eyes are a pale green, about the color of jade. She's taller than average, and on the thin side, but she's got curves. Especially chest wise, lol. Notably she has long fingers and her feet are on the small side. She's got a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheeks year round, and they get darker and more numerous in the sun.
When not in uniform she wears jeans and t-shirts and tank tops. Her shirts are either plain or decora
Please Come Back.I'm sorryPlease Come Back.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for putting those bruises on your waist
I held on too tightly
because I was so afraid
of what would happen
if I were to let go.
How Do I Declare My Feelings?The way your body crushesHow Do I Declare My Feelings?5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Against me so intimately -
Chest to chest, groin to groin -
Makes me feel so giddy; it's like
I'm relearning how to breathe.
It feels like I'm suffocating
When at the same time I'm not; all
These sensations, marvelous and
Exciting, sends me into shock;
I dance upon invisible electricity.
This is my personal definition of
The phrase passionate living.
This is a mere tribute that greatly
Celebrates the wonder of the cosmos.
But most of all...
This is my declaration, one that is
Born from genuine heartfelt words.
I owe it all to you, my other half.
Muggle for a WeekMuggle for a Week4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lissy rolled her eyes. "Come on George, it won't be that bad!"
"Are you kidding? Your sister hates me."
"She doesn't hate you she just doesn't like you very much." Lissy said with a wince. She pounded on the bathroom door again. "Get out of the restroom George, or I'm going to have take Fred along instead."
"You wouldn't dare." He said, though the door finally opened.
She smirked. "Sure I would. I'm sure he'd love to pretend he was you for a week."
"You are a cruel person." He grumbled as he went back to packing. She grinned.
"Remind me why I'm doing this again?"
"Because they're my family, George. And I want you to meet them."
"But that's all the way in America!"
"So, you're making me take a plane, that's what."
She grinned. "Planes aren't that bad, George. You don't any trouble with flying on broomsticks, what's the deal with planes?"
"With airplanes, I don't have any control." He complained. Lissy rolled her eyes.
"Well I suppose now is a bad time to t
Blame it on loveHe set his heart on fireBlame it on love9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and threw it far away
wiped a few drops of tears off his face
and drew a smile across his lips
no one warned him about crossing love,
he'd only had guidance for crossing a busy street.
He heard so many stories of passions
he thought himself immune,
but he fell so hard and knew
he'd never learned a dime.
So innocent and strong, he jumped right in
never thought he might lose the fight.
She was the one he thought to be true,
a new hope, a future and a promise of an i do
so many dreams after marriage,
of two kids, a white fence and a cozy home
they never thought they could drift apart.
But the days of longing and wait,
faded when they first cried
something broke that night,
and never ceased to crack
they looked over details
and clung to traits of the past.
Now he's in limbo,
not knowing which way to choose
Can't leave, can't move on and rejoin the show
no answers given, no ways to quick heal
only regrets he spilled his heart out,
EndlessThe darkness matches your eyes,Endless7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it too much of an unfair accusation?
Or a bit too sad?
Perhaps it's a little too certain,
but I can't seem to care.
The kindness of your poems stirs
too many feelings I once buried,
an endless hunger, an exhaustion
that forced me to drop my jaded rings,
and lose the rose I once planted in my heart.
I offered you a field of bread,
soft pillows, and barely survived
the stomping horses that dragged
carriages of almonds to your feet
instead of running to the far edges of the world.
Spill your answers into me,
I still can't get myself to care,
whatever you say has lost its meaning,
I no longer know what's lie and what's the truth.
A wall stands between us now,
and darkness goes well with candles and wine,
but still a perfect match for the look in your eyes.
I know you're scrambling a reply, but
I know it's just as scattered as your shadows,
we no longer have a light.
I breathe, you breathe.
I blow, you blow.
I toss left and right, you toss ten
on life, and the lies they tellthere are three things that theyon life, and the lies they tell3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't teach in schools.
they don't talk about the way
it strikes your bones,
electrifies a soul too tired
to dance to the
rhythm of another old song,
snatched from a mixed tape made
amid the throes of teenage love
and half-baked realizations
that tomorrow's really do come to an end.
they don't tell you it's just a
prettier word for grief,
or that it will hit you like a hurricane
in the middle of short nights
and longer days
where everything becomes a reminder,
where even the sound of tea cooling
will make you shudder,
make your eyes water.
they don't tell you that you'll have to
leap into oncoming traffic
to catch your breath
and the remnants of
a once healthy sanity.
they don't talk about the repercussions
when you make a mistake on those pasty forms,
or how to fill them out to begin with.
they don't tell you that there's no
return on love, or tears,
ways you are comparable to coffee (i). you make me tingly all over,ways you are comparable to coffee3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your warmth delicious and comforting.
(ii). one dose of you is enough to keep me going.
(iii). on rainy days and cold days
when no one's home and I'm all alone
there's nothing I'd like more
(iv). you leave a bitter aftertaste—
interesting and terrible
all at once.
Seven Ways of Looking at a StreetlampSeven Ways of Looking at a StreetlampSeven Ways of Looking at a Streetlamp1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dull, grey-tinged green,
paint far from its prime.
Smooth and dirty metal,
caked in greasy dust;
It watches people pass.
Few know the moon's secrets
but the streetlamp sees it all
and keeps them safely hidden.
A passive individual,
content to do its duty,
offers a helpful hand
to all who pass by
without ever being asked.
The streetlamp is a child's nightlight,
like an animal's natural instinct,
a lost-and-found for the eyes.
But not a cure for fear.
Borrow the sun's light,
give it transparent castle walls,
then stand it high and mighty.
Having seen the evils of war,
a soldier without safe haven
drapes a tree in his armor
and ignites the tip ablaze
in hope that those who follow
will seek it when afraid.
The streetlamp is our friend,
but it desires a permanent companion.