Waiting inside a delusional mind.His words wrap around me like a shelterWaiting inside a delusional mind.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though his actions leave me in a dark cold cellar
I am still waiting for my forever
Am I withering away while I wait inside this delusion?
He wraps me in a blanket of security
Lacking though is my animosity
My clarity is waning, my patience fading
Finding my way through this loving exclusion
In admission I admit my addiction, to this toxic poison life calls love.
I want to erupt, dispose of this mess love has made of me.
I am still waiting for my forever
However, his words wrap around me like a shelter
For a moment, a blissful moment, I am better
Surrounded in a clarifying picture of us together
Lasting through life and our only enemy time
Heads, tails and the turn of a dime I fall right back out of my prime
There, back where, I am still waiting for my forever
Listening to his words, I spiral downwards into my own personal abyss
I dismiss the cheerful images playing with my mind, even as we kiss.
I am still waiting, waiting, waiting, deflating an
Real You and Fake MeReal You and Fake MeReal You and Fake Me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Who are you? Is that something you can really answer? Throughout your nomadic existence you could never truly answer that question. You are like clay; you can mold yourself into whatever you please in order to fool the common masses. I envy that power of yours. You make yourself flawless, proper, and intelligent. Without effort you can put anyone into your indefinite maze of shape and size. As someone such as myself, I can’t fathom the mysteries within that sealed heart of yours. Can you be someone real anymore? Continuously molding yourself must be tiring… and painful. Even when you do this, your ever changing personally always draws the undesirables out. Is that a good thing? I suppose it is. As you have lost the will to carry on with humanity, you’ve lost the twinkle of your heart. The love of humanity you once held dear has ceased before it began, and you were in pain even before you knew what that was.
Who am I? I can’t answer that any
GordianWound and bound,Gordian2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Constricting my breathing,
Tightly, oh tightly.
Challengers come, all ye with nimble fingers -
Tied cunningly, these ropes, my hopes have died.
Through the knot I can view
Little, so little.
Wound and bound
Chords and I wait calmly for the sword.
Wasted YearsWhoever you're with and wherever you areWasted Years2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Inside your head or infinitely far
Despite all our distance
Despite all your fear
Always remember that I am still here.
Wherever you're going, whatever you've done
Broken a heart, or blacked out the sun
Despite all my hatred
Despite all your pain
Never forget that you drove me insane.
Whenever you're lonely, whenever you die
No matter how often you stop and ask why
Despite all the darkness
Despite all we've done
Always remember that I'm not the one.
Whoever you've loved and whoever you'll break,
Alone in the darkness when you lie awake
Despite twisted nightmares
Despite wasted years
Never forget that you once dried my tears.
To My Younger SelfDear Little Lili,To My Younger Self3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Never try to cut your own hair. God or genetics or the fates (whatever we'll eventually prefer) blessed us with many skills, but coordination is not one of them. For this reason avoid any sport that requires contact with others. You'll save a few broken bones.
Read everything. Books will be better friends to you than most people, but that is because they are humanity distilled - all of the beauty and none of the beast. Love them accordingly.
Touch the barbs of velvet-petal roses before you inhale their perfume. Get used to the way blood wells, then rolls across the ridges in your skin. Emotions are not so different. You cannot cross through this life without a few scars, but you can prepare yourself for the pain.
Love the people you meet. This will be so easy for you now, while you are young and see the world so clearly. With time, grime will slowly creep into your vision - a cancer of the heart and soul that medicine has yet to diagnose.
Hold on to the words from the
Double Expansion 3Nikita and Christina had just returned from shopping and dropping off trixie at her house. So before they made it back to they're house they stopped at the store to get some more sweet burst candy. When they got home they tore open the candy and poured it in a bowl.Double Expansion 33 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Yay!, We got some more candy!" Nikita said as she eyed the bowl.
"Lets split it up equally." Said Christina.
"Okay, here's your half." Nikita said handing Christina a bag full.
They both began to eat up all the candy then sat on the couch to watch some t.v.
"Oh Wow!, That batch of candy is giving me a sensation in my breast like I have to come out of this sweater." Said Nikita as she pulled off her sweater.
" Oh my GOD! My breast are growing even more!" Nikita said to Christina who noticed her breast began to swell just like Nikita's.
"Wow they just keep getting bigger and bigger. They're not even in d-cup category now they're like f or g status now."
"Or z c-cup." Nikita added.
They both felt they're breast and moaned wit
101 Useless Transformations - Soft Body (Pt. I)“ ‘Soft Body’ spell… well, I’ve always wanted softer skin. Why not?” Carol wondered aloud to herself. She glanced over the spells’ instructions one more time and prepared to cast it on herself.101 Useless Transformations - Soft Body (Pt. I)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As she began the incantation however, she was startled by a loud noise, like someone crashing through the front door. “Carol! I’m homeeee!” Carol rolled her eyes. It was just her roommate, Eve, back from Potions 205. She continued to cast the spell.
Just as it took effect, Eve knocked on Carol’s door. “Uh… give me a minute.” Carol said, waiting for the spell to finish. Once it did, she got up and opened the door. “What?”
“Hey, I just… hm. You look different.”
“Huh? Oh, does my skin look better?” Carol asked with glee, “It’s already working!” she said, looking herself over.
“I don’t know about better… but you look… softer.
The Monologue of a Girl Who's Seen Too MuchMy name is Hayley Jordans. Hail to some, Hayley to most. Jordans to Leese.The Monologue of a Girl Who's Seen Too Much2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Who am I? Patience my friend. If I had no intention of telling you my story, I would not be talking to you right now. My story. Sounds so unreal. A story is something you tell children to help them sleep at night.
Are you willing to risk nightmares to hear what I have to say?
You don't scare easily do you?
Well, if this is a story, I guess we shall start at the beginning. My old life. I have disassociated myself with those years. But I guess I have that time to thank for getting me here today. Without those years I would not be here. I may have been happier. I wouldn't be as scarred for sure. But the world would still be blind and scrabbling in its own filth.
I'm getting ahead of myself. I was born - gosh that sounds so cliché - into a modest family in Bow Road, London. I wasn't disadvantaged. In fact, I was much better off than a lot of people in the country. My parents were obviously supporters of
Hate is a BeastHate is a beast that hides withinHate is a Beast2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Full of bile and fractured sin
It reeks of smoke and brimstone death
Growling viciously with every breath
Beware, beware oh innocent one
This beast can be inside anyone
Don’t watch the smile, the smile lies
Look deeply, deeply into the eyes
And even then you cannot be sure
This beast is cunning and has allure
Many have died within its embrace
This monster behind a very kind face
My only advice is politically incorrect
But would you rather reap regret?
Trust must be earned and seen very clear
Innocent? No, not until proven my dear
Shadow of the Colossus poemHear this the tale of a lost soulShadow of the Colossus poem2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Long live he, the Wanderer and his steed Arbhach
For they ventured past the transcending bridge
Into the valley of the shadow of the colossi
Entered he the halls of stone, and bartered with Dormin
"Pledge thee, in return for thine bidding, the maiden's life shall be returned"
And Dormin spoke
"Verily, it shalt be done. But the price to pay shall be heavy"
By Dormin's command he pledged to vanquish
The sixteen gods of stone
In the hopes that his maiden's life
A promise only possible in the Valley of the Shadow of the Colossi
With Arbhach his steed, and siúinéir solais his sword,
And love strengthening his will
He ventured and fought these God's of Stone
Attacking at the mharc ar an clocha Dia
But the price was heavy indeed
For these sixteen were portions of a single whole
But the Wanderer knew not
Aye, that Dormin once was a Damned God
Overwhelmed by the Wanderer's Clan
Shattered into sixteen pieces
He was spread to the eight e
2.Play with heartstrings enough... they'll snap.2.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us ToIf We Would Only Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Circus: The Bearded WomanI do not conform,Circus: The Bearded Woman1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is not by choice but by condition.
When people look at me
they see a freak, a travesty
As do I
but not for the same reasons as them.
Those who gawp
and gape and grunt
gruesome words at me.
They see my wiry beard
affixed to my delicate jaw and cheeks;
they laugh and laugh
and laugh at The Bearded Lady.
They see imperfection
on such a superficial irrelevant level
as they spin me in my cage
to get a better look
at my flaws.
Hair growing on my face
doesn't make me broken, or damaged.
The cysts do;
popping tiny kernels in my ovaries
and flushing hormones through me
these are the things I worry about
while others mock me for my features -
and take photos for mementos
of their time at the circus.
I don't care about the beard
I care about the children,
bearded or otherwise, I'll never have,
and the ache for their limbs
entangled in my arms,
their breath on my skin.
Who cares about a preconceived --
( unable to conceive ? )
- notion of beauty
One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 17One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 172 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Loss in Victory
It is theoretically possible for magic to not just counter magic, but to completely nullify it. However, in all my years of research and experience, I have not yet encountered any form of magic that actually nullifies another. Wards, counterspells, and other defenses merely use one spell to redirect another away from the caster.
— Using Ice Against Fire by Wizard Yygran
City of Kubei,
Angvardi Province of Kutiim
Syler remained with Bronwyn for another fifteen minutes hoping she would come out of whatever state she was in and say something more. When it was clear she was not going to say anything, he reluctantly got up and walked over to where Growald was conferring with Tald and some others to see what was going on. When he approached, the sergeant motioned him forward with a gesture of his hand and gave him a smile that was as happy as he had ever seen the man wear. "Welcome, my friend. Today
WhiteShe sat at her marble desk with her sharp elbows forming another series of angles within the clean outline of the room. Her dark hair was a shock against the cynically white walls, painted so precisely to imitate a lack of colour, the room was markedly White. Except for the strikes of chrome down the walls that constituted pipeworks all was white except her. She stood out, but with such intent that all who visited this office knew to feel uncomfortable at once.White1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Without a VoiceWith nothing to look forward to, I won't get out of bedWithout a Voice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rather, I'll just lie here and wish I were dead instead
Fighting all the hollow thoughts that root inside my head
My old escape has called me back
And this is what it said;
"You'll never live to see the many things you wish to grow to see,
and you'll always be a slave of all the painful memories.
Once again, I'm calling you to go pick up the knife,
and once again you're master of the mess you call your life.
Heed these words I say to you (as if you have a choice)
because pain's the only outlet for a kid without a voice."
My darkest thoughts are never far behind me anymore
When I think the way I do, my entire life becomes a chore
When I've lost the very people I'd been staying strongest for
These feelings rise up deep inside me from within my very core
And when they speak to me?
That's when I lock my bedroom door
And I collapse onto the floor
Whether I'll survive the night or not,
nobody can be sure
Who Am I?They're bashing it so fiercely into our skullsWho Am I?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That it's embedded into our minds
In a mechanical rhythm of screwing and molding
Etching the same exact words into our flesh
Over and over and over
Until we bleed
And until it pulses through our veins
Through our arteries, becomes one with our oxygen,
And becomes all we know
Even if we despise it
By repeating and repeating and repeating
It will be meshed into our brains
And become us
And there lies the sleeping dog
I can't tell who I am anymore
Because they're constantly scribbling their thoughts
Onto the blank pages that we are
So many colors are dripping off my skin
And I don't know where they came from
I can't distinguish what has been mashed into me
Again and again and again
From what I created with my own two hands
And it's ironic
I don't even know
Who I am
Brooke's Birthday Balloon'sAs the bell rang for Last period to end, Jillian walked out of her class and waited outside for her two friend's, Sam and Brooke. Jillian was a Average, Brown Haired, Junior in High School, she had good grades and was a very Sweet individual inside and outside School. She waited for about 3 minutes and saw some of her other friends walk by and say Hi to her friends that walked by her. Jillian got along well with others quite easily as well. Then Sam arrived, Sam was about 2 Inches shorter than Jillian, she was Blonde with little dye's of Pink in her Hair, which were mainly down at her Shoulder's was where the Pink dye was mainly seen. Sam was also Average and had Good grades like Jillian. Sam was a very Open minded kind of Girl to. After a short conversation, Jillian & Sam walked to where Brooke was waiting for the two of them. Brooke was also Blonde, about a Half Inch to an Inch shorter than Sam. She was a little bigger weight wise, but not really overweight. Brooke was a very MusicalBrooke's Birthday Balloon's3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Beber de tu sombraBeber de tu sombra8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
¿ Puedo beber de tu sombra? Y sorbo a sorbo, labio a labio, habitar esos rincones vacíos, libres de la gente que tanto sobra. Respirar un aire nuevo, pues la tarde ha recalentado la ciudad. Huir, porque no quiero nada del gentío. Y la sombra, tu sombra, es escasa. Y tengo que buscarla entre calles y esquinas, entre plazas y avenidas... Bienvenida seas, sombra. Quiero ese huequecito que guardas y que nadie sabe dónde. Ese es mi sitio. Toc, toc, ¿puedo entrar? Pero vamos a otro lado, que aquí las líneas rojas, que surgen bajo las palabras que invento, agobian.
¿Camino a tu izquierda o a tu derecha? Qué tontas cosas pregunto. Es que estoy feliz. Así que vamos lejos, que aquí sólo hay normas ambulantes. Así podremos cambiar las palabras de sitio si nos place, girar la música, desordenar el aire. Vamos donde haya agua, que quiero que disolvamos las almas y que fluyan libres entre los puentes de hidrógeno. O si no, si tú lo prefieres, nos subimos al árbol más alto, y que el sol bañe nuestro
Survival of the FittestHear me read itSurvival of the Fittest1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am crack'd. Open to the pit
with the nub and root exposed.
I am silver pierced and punctured
with holes and protruding pieces
of rocked raw wounds rubbed open.
I am barely shattering my lungs
by inhaling the same air as you
even long after your departure.
With a bile-laced smile I pave
and fill in crack and crevices
I am more than disfigured limbs
and disillusioned heart muscle,
scraping a breath down my trachea.
More than the mess you have made.
I hold in my innards, and survive.
PrincessSlayed the knights, loved the dragon.Princess1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Beneath the veil of TimeSorrow, hatred – none shall prevailBeneath the veil of Time1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath time’s unforgiving veil
For we are naught but grains of sand
‘twixt fingers of time’s neutral hand
And even when convictions burn,
Time’s careless flow shall not return.
Time is unjust for it forgets
The nature of profound regrets,
A love that’s lost, a child who cries,
A fresh tear from a widow’s eyes
Or joyful moments in the sun,
The birth of a beloved son –
Beneath the veil of time they fade
Along with marks they think they’ve made.
But somehow time is also just
For it returns us all to dust.
It does not forsake nor cherish
But through it we all must perish.
And I, a grain beneath this veil,
Wish to leave behind my tale
For who among us, in our prime,
Wants to fade away in time?