I Love You, DaddyDaddy, please don't touch me.I Love You, Daddy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you lie there, lifeless.
I'm only following your footsteps.
This makes me feel...
Daddy, please listen.
I know you can't hear me, but...
I still love you.
The same way you always loved me.
And it makes me feel...
It makes me feel..
Open CasketAn open casket,Open Casket8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a black rose.
I bend over her body,
my tears stain her clothes.
I feel their empty hugs,
they say I'm in their prayers.
As I mourn her death,
upon me are their stares.
They say they understand me,
say they know how I feel.
But I can see their steely glares,
they pretend this isn't real.
I say my dear goodbye,
they lower her into the ground.
I throw myself upon the dirt,
and weep without a sound.
I ChangedTrying to cover the tears, trying not to show my fears.I Changed9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I keep it all inside? My pain getting harder to hide.
I used to be cheery, it used to be real.
But now it's different, and they're making some big deal.
Saying "Why are you so sad?" and "You look depressed."
Can't you just leave me alone, let it rest?
So maybe I've changed...what's that got to do with you?
Just because I've changed? Well maybe you have too.
POVs of Discorded PoniesPOVs of Discorded Ponies3 years ago in Drama More Like This
POVs Of Discorded De-Harmonized Ponies
"The Truth Can Be Deceiving" Applejack
Ah didn't evah lied before. Ain't now. Ain't evah!
Okay, so Ah reckin' Ah was sometimes dead wrong 'bout some thangs. Maybe Ah couldn't buck dah entire orchard by mahself. Maybe helpin' with ah tricky stunt, bakin', and herdin' bunnies what ain't dat bright when Ah was half-asleep.
So Ah didn't tell Pinkie Pie 'bout her surprise birthday. But Ah didn't tell her nothin' that ain't true!
Okay . . . maybe . . . maybe Ah did kinda sorte hog dah bed from Rarity thad one here time an' said Ah was asleep when Ah really wasn't. But . . . but come on! It ain't a lie if ya ain't really tryin' to deceive'em right?
Elements of Harmony Stolen. Into The Maze. Separated from the others. Grove of Truth.
Ah see us all. Sayin' we're done with each other. Goin' back ta before when Twalight first showed up in Ponyville.
Ah don't know what we'll say ta each other. But Ah know it ain't right. If this here is where honesty leads .
What You Don't SeeCan you hear me? Be quiet... that silence is me. I can hear you. I can see you. I can even touch you. I'm there when you're awake, when you're asleep, even when you are outside, I am there.What You Don't See8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shh, did you hear that? It's just you breathing. Can you see me? No, but I see you. I know that part of you can hear my voice... you're confused, lost in a stupor and trying to convince yourself that you're just imagining things. Your lips are curved into a light frown, that is, until you realize I'm here... I see your lips part, and you find it hard to blink, the reflection of the computer on the glossy surfaces of your eyes.
Sorry, I see I made you flinch. That was just me chuckling, no need to be alarmed. I noticed you've spun around in your chair to try and see where I am. You see me, but you don't even realize it.
See, there's a smile... you might be thinking you're being silly and there's nothing there. Even so, you continue to listen to my voice... Have you gone mad? Maybe you're tired. Yes,
Wake Me UpThey say that every creatureWake Me Up1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
On earth dies alone.
But if that's true, why would we
Want to live our life alone?
If we're alone during life,
Should we be alone during death?
Life is nothing but a dream,
A dream in which we can't wake up.
We're alone while we dream,
It is only us in our own mind.
That soft sleep is only important
To the sleeper.
Whether it's a good dream or nightmare,
We are alone within our minds.
But what we don't realize is
That life is the dream,
And we can't wake up.
We've seen what we dream,
But that's the real world, elusive.
We've caught a glimpse, and it has
Opened our eyes to our true lives.
Wake me from this dream,
For it is a nightmare.
Wake me up.
Lead me to life, so that I
May die someday, not alone.
Wake me up.
I'm a heavy sleeper, therefore,
You will have to awaken me from this dream.
Waking from a nightmare brings
Such sweet satisfaction.
Wake me up,
For life is nothing but a dream.
Wake me up.
Suicide After DeathAs they look upon her casket,Suicide After Death9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tears in their eyes,
wondering why she did this,
they can't seem to help but cry.
What they don't know would hurt them,
suicide was her dismiss,
but could you call it suicide?
she was dead so long before this.
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
The Real YouDay after day, you busy yourself with things that you enjoy, hobbies that make you content, spend time with people who make you laugh. Your friends see you smile and love the sunshine it brings to them, and you yourself are glad you could give them happiness. They see you as someone to turn to when they need to be reminded that life isn't so bad, that there is a way to express joy through the hard times, and they thank you for helping them, even though it seems like you were doing nothing but being yourself. But it was being yourself that spread those smiles to others, wasn't it? A chain reaction caused by the simple act of your own face preforming the ever so contagious grin. They see you as carefree, jubilant, energetic, and nothing seems to bother you. You love when people tell you you've made them smile, and it makes you smile, glad to know that you brought them happiness.The Real You2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Then you remember who you really are. You remember that they've never seen the real you. You remember that the
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:You Will Pay3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
How I Sleep9pm Today is the day I am going to bed at 11pm and nothing is going to stop me like it usually does!How I Sleep5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
11pm *Gets a message from his best friend* I mean, he is my best friend and all, so talking to him couldn't possibly be bad.
12am Oh wow! Look at that funny video... maybe... another one...
1am Hey bro wanna play with us? Hell yeah! I got time to spare.
2am God I wonder how you would go about curing cancer? I mean the cell functions and how even the slightest mishap in cell reproduction or any of its processes can cause it. I should totally ponder this for a long time.
3am Maybe I should go to b- OH MY GOD IS THAT A VIDEO OF SOMETHING STUPID? FUCK SLEEP! OH MAN LOOK AT THAT ART! I JUST HAVE TO RANDOMLY LOOK AT EVERYTHING NOW AS WELL! *click*
4am Oh man, I wonder what kind of old things I have on this computer, I haven't checked in forever!
*between these times is my productive poem making because, lets be honest here who wouldn't have a random burst of things to write as they are
What's to comeWhy should I fight,What's to come2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I'm never going to win,
Where is the light,
Is it somewhere locked within?
I don't know where to go,
Or what to do,
At a painful low,
I want to give up to be true.
You say I can't,
But why not,
By staying be free I shant,
Long enough haven't I fought?
So much confusion,
Don't know what to feel,
What is true what is illusion,
Don't know what is real.
Am I cared for,
Do I have friends,
Or do I just bore,
With problems never ends.
I just don't know,
Let me fall where I may,
Should I go,
Or shall I stay?
So many questions I ask,
But no answers I hear,
In scilence I bask,
Is death or happiness near?
The False Life of PenelopeHer name was Penelope,The False Life of Penelope11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she wasn't quite right.
Her life was unhappy
And a constant battle to fight.
Only at the age of twelve,
Poor Penny was alone.
In this world she did dwell,
But craved a world of her own.
The story of Penny
Is a sad one indeed,
For her mind was uncanny
And was in dire need
Of jubilance and cheer
In which she did not hold,
But strived to engineer
With imagination so bold.
Dear Penny was young
And was too shy to make friends,
So she invented the one
Who she'd use to make amends.
The internet is perfect
For hiding who you are,
And many would disrespect
Other users from afar.
So Penny became the person
She so wished to be,
Having no idea it'd worsen
Her sadness and misery.
Hanging out in sites and chats,
She quickly gained the trust
Of those who believed her stats,
Which were secretly robust.
Penny, oh sweet Penny,
How she went so very far
Was extraordinarily uncanny,
Why hide who you truly are?
She posted random pictures
And claimed they were her own,
This is a Hetalia Fanfic.One day England was doing magic when he turned himself into a sexy green dinosaur. France thought this was so awesome that he raped England and England ripped his throat out. Prussia and Spain were cross with England and cut his little T-Rex arms off, then America decided to be the hero and threw his secret McDonald's bomb at all three of them, turning them all into sexy female hamburgers.This is a Hetalia Fanfic.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But then Russia stole the hamburgers and raped them so America went over to his place and after making out in a long and graphic description they started hitting each other with Linkin Park CDs. While they were busy, China babbled sagely oriental nonsense, aru, and turned the hamburgers back into nations, but Spain turned out to be having Russia's baby, which was actually France reincarnated as a rabbit called Kevin.
France puked a rainbow which turned Italy into a zombie because the author didn't like Italy and so a rainbow zombie plague spread all over the planet, while Russia and America were stil
MisunderstandingPitter Patter, goes the rain.Misunderstanding8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her cry, filled with pain.
Where is he?
Where did he go?
Didn't I see him? Just a minute ago?
He was here, and now he's gone.
And now a thought begins to dawn....
He's left her, he's moved on.
She loved him, he loved her too.
Or so she thought, and in her mind, a plan begins to brew.
She'll get back at him, oh yes!
She will, she'll make him pay.
She'll even kill.
He took her heart.
She took her life.
And now that man has lost his wife.
He didn't leave her, he hadn't moved on.
He was too late....and now she's gone.
Pitter Patter goes the rain.
And now his cry is filled with pain.
Honesty is a CrimeHonesty is a crime.Honesty is a Crime8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell people you're sad,
You're crying out for attention.
Tell people you're angry,
You're a threat to others.
You say you're not afraid of death,
You think you're the shit.
Honesty is a crime.
If you have beliefs,
You're out of your mind.
If you love gore,
You're a sociopath.
If you have a disorder,
Everyone should pity you.
Honesty is a crime.
It's not okay to be sad.
It's unacceptable to be angry.
It's impossible to not fear death.
You can't show emotion
Because you're craving sympathy.
Give me attention,
For I am human,
And I am so very special.
SheMy queen.She1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll wreath your head in edelweiss,
to the sound of the sorrow around me.
I'll caress your flaxen hair
and imagine your arms around me.
Pin-pricked by disappointment
and promises that never came,
you lie in this coffin
that spells out our names
made of teardust
and the scent of falling rain.
-Emilienne C. Bratt 9/7/13
Bringer of the NightBringer of the Night:Bringer of the Night3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...
His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.
A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.
Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...
Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawling in the dirt with a painful thirst.
These creatures needed the taste of blood
And their friends would be the first.
Neighbours, comrades, it mattered not!
Survival become an instinctive drive.
To bite and feed was a natural feeling
And horror came when night arrived.
Men or women, children who slept;
Through windows and doors they would slithe
Russia X reader: You know those are only storiesRussia X reader: You know those are only stories1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You'd always heard the rumors. Of course you had also assumed they were just that: rumors. Stories for children to tell at sleepovers to scare the crap out of everybody (and preferably have someone jump out with a mask later) you'd never really believed a word of them though. Not even as a child. They were stories for little sissies who probably peed themselves at night.
which was interesting, considering you had the most reason to believe in them.
It had been a rather dark night, with no moon shining and the stars were barely visible. You were trecking through the forest to prove once and for all these stories were fake. You, even at this young age, never believed in them. But you were tired, no you were EXGHAUSTED, with the bullies constantly tricking your younger siblings (even younger than you) into believing them. Too many nights now, had your sleep been distubed by Alfred or Matthew crawling into your bed begging you to protect them from the mermaids.
Yes, you heard me. Mermaids.
ClockMy body is a clockClock10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tick tock, tick tock
Counting down the time
I have left on this rock.
My heart is a bomb
That beats like a drum
Any moment, it could cease
Stopping the clock's run.
My mind is a machine
That records what is seen
It waits for the day
The bomb blows off steam.
My body is a clock
Tick tock, tick tock
Bringing me ever closer
To my escape from this rock.
Slender Man : The WoodsSlender Man : The Woods1 year ago in Horror More Like This
She ran. She ran as fast as her legs could take her. Flicking her head in every possible direction, she wheezed and panted as the cool evening breeze made her hair whip everywhere. Heartbeat making her chest pound like active drums, she couldn't think clearly. Was she going to make it?
She kept on hearing that monotone voice inside her head and it was driving her insane. It was like if it was right beside her but at the same time it seemed so distant. Like a lone echo in a deep and lifeless cave, bouncing off the walls with no where else to escape.
Tripping over a tree root coming right out from the moist ground, she fell heavily onto the cold earth of the forest. A weak and hopeless whimper escaped her chapped lips as she came in contact with the ground. She felt the flesh on her hands and arms being ripped apart as rocks tore through her fragile skin.
She looked up one last time to witness the face of her to-be killer. Tears started formin