Something TwistedI don't know.Something Twisted4 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."
Gelotophobia-AmericaAlfred F. Jones, personification of America.Gelotophobia-America2 years 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
LoveI barely even know your name,Love4 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
Hate.I hate myself.Hate.4 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.
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.
Raindrops and CloudbubblesRaindrops and CloudbubblesRaindrops and Cloudbubbles4 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
Love Of The Sight - PrologueLove Of The Sight - Prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Another rainy day.
Buildings towered over her, the neon lights glowed ghostly lights over her brunette hair.
She shivered as the rain sank down her bear neck and arms. Her hair stuck to her face as she looked up at the darkening sky.
'Where-Where am I?' she thought to her self as she stood up in her black shorts and her sleeveless red dress-top.
The buildings around her seemed to grow in size and horror as she started to run.
'Help, Anyone!' she ran over newly formed puddles and floods - due to blocked drains.
She couldn't see past her shoulder-length hair that was flapping around her head. But that didn't stop her from running. She was scared, She was frightened, and she was alone. Alone in this place - with no idea of how she got there in the first place.
"Help!" she yelled, but she tripped over and landed onto her wrist - blinding pain shot from her wrist right up to her shoulder as she screamed in pain. She rolled onto her back cradling her arm.
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 attraction2 years 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
The Superhero Who Made My LunchI grew up watchingThe Superhero Who Made My Lunch2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A superhero make my lunch,
And send me off to school
In that big old yellow bus
She was pretty, and loving
And perfect no matter what,
The chore-giving superhero
Who made better scraped knees and cuts
She gave me advice and
Right from wrong she made clear
As I grew older and more naive,
But she was always a dear
And troubles came along
Like a storm upon the sea
And since he had fallen,
The world was naught, but for she
That superhero still made my lunch
But she went and cried at night
How could I know? What could I do?
I never saw such a sight
She was brave and courageous,
Strong and bold, and to accomplish everything
No one could tell her that she
Could fly again with such battered wings
But now that I am older
And a hint wiser, too,
I see what has been held in for so long,
After all, it is true
Her eyes do not sparkle
Like they did before
Her emotions are trembling,
And brought to the fore
Now I see a battered soul
I see her break down and cry
I see a storm
All We Need Is HopeSo I wake up, to a new dayAll We Need Is Hope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should appreciate
But I don't
The air, so fresh and cold
Seems to poison me
With each breath I draw in
I seem to swallow bitter pills
And I choke on all my pride
I should slow down and listen
Just listen to that little voice
That actually matters
Always pay attention to
To all those little miracles
That change your life forever
Just every day you manage to survive
Be happy that you're alive!
You and I
We should slow down
And spend a happy time
Just let this life shine bright!
It doesn't matter, I know it too well
But still we're bothered, still we care
We spit out hate
To the ones who scare us
To those who see behind
Nowhere to hide
And it's better, you realise
We're better off if we're uncovered
Possibly just need to be fixed
So if we break now
And let ourselves shatter
Someone special might fit them together
It'll hurt and take time
So much time
To heal the wounds
That burn inside
To abandon the sickness
Out or our thoughts
But we'll get there someday
RoG The Vesta Chronicle Part 1RoG The Vesta Chronicle Part 15 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Reign of Guardians: The Vesta Chronicle
Mevayis 2nd 2038
The vibrant emerald grass waved in the evening breeze, dotted with colourful specks of pink and yellow flowers. Darkened forests highlight the edges of the large clearing. In the distance, silver mountains were washed out by the luminous blue sky. All that could be heard was a soothing rustle, and the echoes of birds in the valley.
Soon the tranquility faded, a deep voice steadily broke in; a large pale-blue and white dragon strolled into view, accompanied by a smaller, of saphire and cyan colour.
"You see, Vesta...", Lanser stated, "...Age is an aspect you seem not to consider."
The larger of the two was trying to explain to his son that he isn't ready to become a fighter just yet "Yeah, but..."
"Your time will come soon son."
"But, I have a question."
"What about the stories? Like the ones I've heard from friends? I mean, you were, like... my age apperently. What did you do?"
The Perfect Storm - Chapter 2The Perfect Storm - Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Open Sea
However strange it was to him, Thatcher Demins couldn't stop thinking about that flash of red he had seen. It was only for a moment, simply a brief blur in his peripheral vision that was quick enough to avoid his full attention yet lingering just long enough to keep him wondering. It was a coppery, auburn red, and as the young man continued to play back that moment over and over in his mind, he came to the realization that it was hair. Yes, long hair.
As soon as he smiled at his next thought, he shook his head, laughing at himself. "A girl could never be on board The Freeman, " he whispered to himself. Many men had long hair. 'But not that red,' he kept thinking. Finally, a loud shout scattered his senses into a jumbled mess.
"All men to the decks!" came the Quartermaster's call. A piercing whistle followed moments after. Thatcher leapt to his feet off of the dirty hammock he had been resting on. He fo
Life Saver - RikuNamiTitle: Life SaverLife Saver - RikuNami4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: Riku, Naminé, Sora, and Kairi
Couple Pairing(s): Riku/Naminé, Sora/Kairi
Game: Kingdom Hearts
The water was cool and refreshing that early morning on Destiny Island. And, like always, Sora an Riku ha made a bet. "I bet I can swim to the island an back faster than you, Riku!" Sora had proclaimed with a look of confidence in his gaze.
Riku blinked his response. He ha been sure that Sora had outgrown these childish habits. "What makes you say that?" Riku asked, as he flicked some of his silver hair from his face.
"Because," Sora began grinning an putting his hands behind his head, "I've been training."
"Well so have I," Riku retorted feeling himself slipping back into his old, competitive habits.
"Then let's test it out!" Sora shouted standing to his feet and heading for the door.
"Fine," Riku growled as they headed down towards the water.
Kairi was called to start the race. "Really guys" she giggled, "I thought you had out grown this kinda stuff,"
The Lies of Fairy Tales‘Sorrow found me when I was young.The Lies of Fairy Tales1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sorrow waited. Sorrow won.’
- The National.
I sit cross-legged on my bedroom floor surrounded by dozens of children’s books and fairy tale collections. Some of the books are sprawled open onto random pages, where delicate calligraphy detail wonderful love stories, and where colourful illustrations depict beautiful, helpless princesses stuck in towers with chivalrous, handsome knights battling to win their lonely hearts. Other books are piled high on top of one another, creating paper castles and mansions such as the ones described within their very pages, wherein romance blossoms and a happy ending is undeniable and inevitable.
I pore over them all, salted tears falling onto the musty pages, filled with an irrepressible feeling of bitterness. As a child, I loved nothing more than to read these works of fiction. But now as an adult I know that these books are sugar-coated lies laced with deception. I had bee
The Madman and His CellmateThe Madman and His Cellmate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With common tongue out of habitual
rocking back and forth,
In where dark corners become home,
dwell partners in unintentional crime.
Grasping at bottles with the trembling hands
wearing the cloak of cold sweat,
swallowing safety blankets and strain the cords
of rosaries with fists deep in prayer.
Is one longing of endings in sunsets to see self-smothering
as the only alternative route? Desires sprint along the
line between lunacy and resting forever,
Say what you will, I died here in this padded room.
Here I rot in dim light and cold darkness,
where you are my only company,
I know not whether to welcome or curse you.
My attention is more kept on keeping warmth
in my withering veins as the cold takes hostage,
my heart and mind. Speak with me friend,
my thoughts are lonely.
They eye one another like cannibals deserted
in the dead of winter. Only glimpses and moments is
their intellect aimed at
the light piercing the dark.
There is not but silence in your responses...
Carry Me?Why don't you carry me?Carry Me?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't move on, I can't live on without you. You're my muse, you're my other half.
"I'm going to do it." She spoke to me from the internet, "I'm going to end it. I don't want to worry anymore. I don't want to worry about my future. I don't want to worry about living up to the expectations of those I love."
I stared at the screen in shock, wondering if she meant. Surly, she didn't? I whispered out my reply as I started typing it out, "No " I typed out, "You'd be hurting me...so fucking much...if you left. It sounds selfish...but you know what...I'm a selfish person when it comes to those I love. I love you too much to let you go. I will never leave you before you're ready. I promise. Oh God...just please...don't do this. It hurts even talking about this...I can't live without you. You're everything to me. You are strong. You WILL survive. We'll grow old and die together. Please, honey, don't do this."
I can hear the voices, begging you
The Distorted Howl: Chapter 11. The CaveThe Distorted Howl: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The air was freezing cold and the snowflakes drifted down from the skies. The thick layers of snow covered a large forest in North Carolina. It was a forest where many red wolves roamed free, a highly endangered species protected by humans. These species of wolf looked much like the gray wolf and the coyote, almost as if they were a hybrid between the two. They had the slender look of the coyote, but were bigger than them, almost reaching the height of the gray wolf. The big ears and the long legs they had however, made them set apart from both species. The fur color of most red wolves was a mixture of brown, buff and red colors.
These colors showed clearly when the temperature was cold. The animals were protected against the coldness with their thick winter pelts, keeping them warm through the freezing nights. Many red wolves were also in search for their own mate during the winter, having left the packs they were part of to start their own. It was important to rest
Dragon Keeper - Chapter 1Exceptionally ExtraordinaryDragon Keeper - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Enter a world of dragons, fairies, and adventures!
There's only one way to learn something, and this is to be taught. Natasha is young, but she longs for adventure, and finding it in her home won't do. She gets the chance, however, to see the world at large. After a short while, her best friend Garnet suddenly leaves their home in the Diamond Stone Abbey, and Natasha is impelled by nature to follow, and it changes her life forever. Now, many things are taught to Natasha and Garnet as they find precious life that has long-since been supposedly gone forever. This life is gravely threatened, and its existence itself is hanging by a thread. But will it change Natasha's view on things, or will she stubbornly believe that all this sudden good luck is only a dream? Will she remain strong when new lives need her more than she knows?
Nobody's Love Ch3Nobody's LoveNobody's Love Ch38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I watched as he walked away, ust admiring him for a moment. That's when the idea popped into my head. A grin spread across my face. That's what I had to do to split them up. I took off toward the beach. Axel and Roxas were walking by the shore... I just had to wait for the right time so I watched as patiently as I could.
Axel and I were walking along the shoreline. The water was a few inches past my ankles and I watched as sea-shells washed past us. I was smiling faintly but I didn't really know why. There was a strong sea-breeze blowing and it was only about an hour or two from sun set. I tried to make it seem as nonchallant as possible but I slowly reached my had up to take Axel's arm. I figured I could make up and excuse and move away if he asked why I did that or anything.
I felt small hands grabbing my arm. I looked down at Roxas who was still looking in front of him. His small hands (well compared to mine ) were squeezing gently which made me smile stupid