Something TwistedI don't know.Something Twisted3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know anything right now . . . .
My friends, come and save me!
Withering in pain
Decaying of loneliness
Losing all traces of hope . . .
So much love . . . I might start to choke
I hope you do too
It practically became a type of acid
. . .a more powerful type than any other known on earth.
It burns through your muscle and leave you looking as if your body had been decaying for years.
[and] This is how you make my heart feel, even after you broke it.
Except the butterflies are now . . . sharp.
So, like it or not.
Just don't be a jerk
. . . maybe, I dunno.
I like it.
"If you truly love someone . . . take a chance, [and] let them know
because you never know when that lovely someone, will be someone elses."
LoveI barely even know your name,Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I know your face, isn't that start?
I don't know if you're aware of this,
But you've seemed to capture my heart.
There isn't a day that goes by
That I don't think of you,
Replaying the words you said to me
As if they were brand new.
I barely know a thing about you,
But I think I know what's true;
The more you keep talking to me
The more I will love you.
SchizophreniaI'm scared of myself 'cause I hear voices in my head,Schizophrenia6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Telling me when I'm wrong, saying I should be dead,
The voices question my sanity until even I think I'm crazy
They tell me that I'm all alone, that no one stands by me,
They say I'm unwanted and feed on my fears,
They claim that when I cry no one sees or hears my tears,
That no one cares when I cry,
That no one will miss me when I die
When I'm angry or sad, they whisper in my ear
To eliminate the source of my pain, but I choose not to hear
Because I don't want to hurt anyone, to kill,
So then they tell me I should die, but I live through sheer will,
Hope that one day I'll wake up and the voices will be gone,
But I don't see how - they've been with me so long,
Questioning everything about me 'til I think I'm the worst,
Saying that the worst day in history was the day of my birth
The voices hurt me mentally, emotionally,
Sometimes they even hurt me physically
It's hard to live with them, to share my mind,
To feel like my brain isn't
The sin of sexual attractionBeing raised Pentacostal meant adhering to the strictest possible modesty standards. Long before I had any idea of what sex was, I knew that it was a sin for women to wear pants, jewelry, modern clothes, cut their hair, or do anything else that might distinguish them from the illustrations in the “Little House on the Prairie” books I read. The reason given was “modesty” which I understood in the vaguest sense to be a way for women to not exalt themselves or draw attention to themselves. A loud woman was an immodest woman, by my reckoning. I’m sure the church would not have disagreed with me there.The sin of sexual attraction1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
At an older age, however, I was introduced to Josh Harris’ “I Kissed Dating Goodbye” series, and all of the toxic purity drivel that came with it. Suddenly I had a new idea of modesty. It wasn’t about the woman at all… it was about the man. It was explained to me that men would be caused to
Hate.I hate myself.Hate.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I mean someone has to.
I look in the mirror and all I see,
Is someone ugly.
No matter how hard I try,
And no matter what I say or do,
I mess everything up.
Nothing goes right,
Everything goes wrong.
I can't do anything right.
I want to please everyone,
If I can't be happy then
I should at least make others happy.
I mess everything up.
I can't make anyone happy.
I hate myself.
So do me a favor,
And hate me too.
Because if you hate me,
Then I don't have to hate myself.
SmokingI'm sorry to say this, but I really don'tSmoking3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Want to be anywhere near you when
Your teeth start to turn brown.
Or when you and everything you own
Start to smell horrible.
A smell that makes people shutter in
Disgust as you walk by,
A smell that you can almost see tumbling
Out of your car when you open the door.
I'm also sorry to say that I don't want
To be near you when you can no longer
Breathe properly, when walking up
Stairs becomes such a chore that
You have to stop to gasp for air.
I don't want to be at your 50th birthday party
When you can't even blow out your own candles.
Soon, you will have to take smoke breaks
Every few hours or so to get through the day.
Smoke, that's what got you into this mess right?
A beautiful ribbon waving up into the air
Filled with so much poison that you couldn't
Possibly resist it.
You'd give up anything to feel that smoke
Fill up your body, wouldn't you?
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be the one
Sitting next to you when you find out that
You have been
The Child's Song."Corporations are evil!"The Child's Song.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Corporations are evil!"
Say the little children in a sing song voice,
The parents wonder as the children rejoice.
What has inspired this strange song?
Why are corporations so very wrong?
Which child started and when will it end?
And how can they see that they pretend?
One child had skipped through the village, singing,
And soon, to the tune the church bells were ringing.
Such a catchy tune it was hard to not hum,
A protest is catchy, it's an old rule of thumb.
We are the down-trodden and angry masses,
Our tune is carried by every man that passes.
We are the oppressed masters of the future,
We shall not be quietly pushed to the corner!
It all began with a simple child's song,
And now the angry protest has begun.
It all began with a naive little lover,
And now they are the mightiest fighter!
Gelotophobia-AmericaAlfred F. Jones, personification of America.Gelotophobia-America1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of the strongest countries in the world. A "superpower" as some would say.
Quite possibly the only person out of the Allies that would take time out of their day to help someone. He can't even count how many times he dropped everything he was doing to help Arthur or Matthew out when they need help which is mostly all the time.
Yet, he treated the exact opposite by everyone else.
He dreads going to those meetings. It never turns out nice for him.
All he ends up doing is going home and venting out his fustrations on his video games.
It is also the reason why he eats a lot. Though he regrets it because the reaction that comes from him doing so is his biggest fear.
He hates it. Oh how he hates it so.
Still, even when it happens, he manages to keep the smile that hides his feelings to ev
Losing HimLosing Him4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why must it be so horrible at times?
I'm losing him. And I know I'm losing him. And he's not the only one. I've basically lost three already. I've been so close to losing one and didn't even know it until after the situation blew over. I've been even closer to losing another, and no one can really understand just how thankful I am that didn't end the way the odds implied.
ButIseriouslydon'tknowifI'llbeabletogoon....if I lose him.
It's different. He'soneofthefewpeoplekeepingmesane.
I will die if I lose him.
Ignore AdviceWrite ten bad poems.Ignore Advice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write one hundred
Write and drink.
Keep a notebook with you,
write in public
and make sure that others
know that you are, in fact,
Write a love poem,
then throw it away
because all the good ones
have already been read.
write about the decision
instead of the feeling.
Write one sentence
say to yourself that
this is it, THIS is IT.
and tell yourself that again.
R.I.P R.I.PR.I.P2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Rest in peace"
Or at least,
what we all think it means.
How may I rest, six feet under;
in a tomb?
Alone and cold, in soiled womb?
They said, after death,
"You have nothing to worry."
"Reside in purgatory"
Why bury me in damp grave?
So far away from heavens gates?
I feel the warmth, know it well.
Another half inch, I'd burn in hell.
But in this shell, lifeless; sedated.
Ironic you wanted me cremated.
Is this wrong? Or is this right?
jokes on me I guess that's life.
At least for some,
"Reveal in Paradise"
A Sad StoryMy father kicked me out of his house when I was 16 years old. Granted, I was six months pregnant, and I had just told him that I wasn't giving the baby up for adoption. My boyfriend's parents kicked us out the next day.A Sad Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The year was 1977, I remember it well. Led Zepplin and Wings were all the rage. After a fun night with Mike my life was over. Ahh the nastalgia. We decided against abortion. In a night when I snuck into his room we decided against adoption. I guess it was that night, though I kind of knew all along.
We found a small apartment, which wasn't easy to do when you're 16, pregnant and alone with no one but your 17 year old boyfriend. Three months later I had Christopher. He is lovely. Looks like his father, but fights like hell like his mother.
My father and Mike's parents called us one night. Late, ten o'clock, wanting to reconcile. It was 1980. I hadn't spoken to Don since the night he called me a slut and threw me out.
They invited themselves over. I think they knew I was
Aura: The RadianceAura: The Radiance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Aura: The Radiance
I wore this pain like a crown / I was so broken
I kept on falling down / I felt my soul shattering
I couldn't hear anything / listening to my own twisted thoughts
I was blinded from everything / witnessing my own tragic downfall
I stopped dreaming of better days / I ceased believing long ago
My countless nightmares wouldn't fade / I was left in this dark world alone
I guess this is how I really pictured my own end
I just want it to finally be over with, I won't resent death
To the end of this long, and lonely road
Dangling on my unfinished rope
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, and don't let me go!
Hold me high, hold me high, hold me high, and give me hope!
Revive the light
Inside the dark
Given a second life
Resurrecting my heart
Cascade of colors
Fade away the gray
Open up a new world
Where shame has no place
Standing up to society's face's
Takes every ounce of courage
Never damaged or discriminated against
Because we're all going throug
Raindrops and CloudbubblesRaindrops and CloudbubblesRaindrops and Cloudbubbles3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alternate Ending to Bubbles
Author's note: I don't usually write fanfics, but after reading the story "Bubbles" and viewing RizCifra's picture based on it (http://rizcifra.deviantart.com/#/d3gdd85), I was moved so greatly that I felt that this story just had to be written.
Recommended Song: A Summer Long Since Past by Virginia Astley (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=002pBPeRorg)
Derpy was all alone. Some time had passed since Mommy had left Derpy under the tree on top of the mountain, and Derpy was getting very hungry. Derpy decided that Mommy must be coming back soon, so she would make a few more bubbles while she waited. As she made more bubbles one of them seemed to be bigger than the others, and she stopped and watched it intently as it floated slowly in front of her. All the rainbow colors swirling around in the bubble was entrancing to Derpy, and she felt very happy. As she watched the colors play our their endless dance, she no
Smoke the Night Smoke the NightSmoke the Night6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The temperate Night freckled with faint sources of distant light envelops the house of boredom. This Night silently wishes for another visitor to accompany her on this bland event other than the Moon, who delights in hiding parts of itself from time to time.
A young woman emerges from the lacking abode. She inhales deeply the dark air and exhales longly a tense sigh, glancing up at the cloudless expanse. She and the Night become acquainted as the stars twinkle brighter acknowledging her yearnful presence. She begins walking, surveying the surrounding homes and listening to their sleepiness.
She plants herself on a soft patch of grass yards away from the houses to escape their yellow and sometimes flickering lights shone through
The Last LetterDear Cacee,The Last Letter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm glad I waited to write this as long as I have. 5 months ago I would have told you about all the things we would do once we got into the world. I would have told you all I would do for you. 3 months ago I would have told you I missed you. I was lonelier than I had ever been before after I couldn't talk or see you anymore. I missed the way you made me feel most of all. 6 weeks ago I would have told you about how much my feeling have diminished over time. I would have told you I was moving on and I would have thanked you for all the memories. I would have thanked you for showing me the best sides of myself. Of course this brings me to now. What do I want to say that all those times I couldn't say? That is very simple. It is that I will always miss you. Over the last 6 weeks I have come to realize there is a part of me that will always wish you would come back. I have also come to accept that you never will. You have shown me through your actions that you have moved on and
Song of RaineShe scatters the seeds with her tiny hands.Song of Raine1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And pictures the sunset in a distant land.
She dreams of places, where she'd be free.
With clouds as far as the eyes could see.
And there she'd dance to the song of the rain,
While I would watch from my window pane.
With a smile befitting such a lovely girl;
The daughter I lost, to a cruel world...
Cool People SuckWhen I was a kid I wanted to be cool. Never mentioned that I liked Sci-Fi, or games, or that I played D&D because I would get excluded from the "cool crowd".Cool People Suck9 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Then I realized that cool people suck. They don't DO anything. They just pose. Then they get old and work boring jobs and talk about their money, and hang in bars and drink. They don't do anything. They make terrible friends because they are generally unhappy, and why are they unhappy?
Being cool means that you have to constantly worry about what other people think about you. Being cool means that you must be "acceptable" and do "acceptable" things.
What's worse is people who are "forced" to be cool. People get into acting or music for the fun of it, but then when they get famous they are expected to "cool" to please the popular people (the ones who had no talent and went into gossip and media) and once forced into appearing "cool" they either slowly go crazy or become self-ab
a goddess slept on my bedroom floormy blankets still smella goddess slept on my bedroom floor4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like you, and they stretch
to hold me -
me, who curls into the mattress like a child,
me, medicated and so unsure.
you left two weeks ago,
and i lay tucked against
the window where you
once were, but now thinking
ridiculous thoughts riding
on an unstoppable current:
i would take your last name,
even if it weren't mine to have.
there are certain things
only my memory can touch now;
the way you slept in my bed
like you belonged there,
breathing as if you weren't
counting what you had left.
and if i could have it my way,
i would spend every night i'll ever
have with you, throat burning
and a mouth full of smoke,
but only love dashing from my
lips and floating endlessly into
the star patterned sky.
Birds Inside my Bedroom WallsThere are strange noises late that nightBirds Inside my Bedroom Walls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that rouse me from my peaceful slumber.
There are birds inside my bedroom walls.
They sing and they call.
I think it's coming from outside
while I lay in my bed and listen,
but then I hear it clear as day,
unclear as darkest night,
as they talk to me,
from within my bedroom walls.
"There are birds in my walls, mother
we must get them out.
They're singing, they're crying,
they're asking me to free them.
We must save them.
And she says,
"There are no birds in the walls, honey.
The birds don't share their songs at night
and they do not live
inside the walls of our home."
I listen and I try to sleep
but I still hear them,
and they sound desperate.
And who can blame them,
when they're imprisoned within
such a dark and tight enclosure?
"There are birds in my bedroom walls, mother.
They'll hurt themselves, they'll suffocate."
And she shakes her head
Mrs Pilate: I Will Not Be SilentI could say that wrong is right,Mrs Pilate: I Will Not Be Silent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do injustice to have my way,
close my eyes and close my ears
to truth and justice.
I could join in the injustice,
just because all others do it,
shout along with all the crowd:
I could stand there doing nothing
in the face of open wrong,
wash my hands in innocence,
What can I do?
do nothing, or ill.
What can I do?
I'm only a woman.
What can I do?
I can speak up for what is right,
stand up for justice, for this righteous man.
I will speak, though it be pointless.
Silent is what I will not be.
ReaperI stand there, watching, listening, guarding.Reaper4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I protect them, my friends, my lovers, shielding.
I help them when it's needed, an ear to lend, a shoulder to cry on.
I help them when it's needed, a blade in my hand, put my game face on.
I talk to them, they tell me their troubles, I help them forget them.
I talk to them, they tell me their troubles, I eliminate the problem.
So I shall stand here, beside my friends, forget about my family.
So I shall be here, helping them, by their side for eternity.
I shall help them through anything, even if they drift away.
And if they drift away, I'll keep watch from afar, and help them anyway.
For I am a guardian, a protector, a lover, I've always been this way.
And I shall watch over them, protect them, and this way I shall stay.