DepressionShe stands on the edge of the lonely abyssDepression5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Contemplates jumping to death's final kiss.
Anger and bitterness fire through her veins
Silently she waits as strength slowly drains.
No life is allowed near, just rock ash and sand,
This place is her mood, just a barren wasteland.
Though suffered before this type of bout.
She cant break free, no way out, no way out
Harsh wind whips through tousled hair
Its haunting cry echo's her mounting despair.
Heart beats so weak, beginning to list.
So tense her stance, hand gripped into fist.
Gasping for air that refuses to come,
Skin so cold, her time so near to be done.
Feeling so dizzy, close to a faint,
Misery building from emotional taint.
Time and again she has come to this place,
Walking the same path at the same sullen pace.
Feet always falling into the holes of her tracks,
Made when she flees here, to hide what she lacks.
So desperate now, and wanting to flee,
These curses of depression, these feeling so empty.
Nothing good can be made, this obs
In absence of a poem.I chewed my pen to the nibIn absence of a poem.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.
I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;
I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.
Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.
I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
Time For Changes - Ch 9Time For Changes - Ch 94 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tokio Hotel doesn't belong to me. In anyway Im saying this to be true anything near to reality is a mere coincidence. No money is being made by this, No copyright intend. Photomanipulation ISN'T MINE I just colorized it.
Time for Changes
Tom groaned when the sun hit his face and lazily he put a hand in front of his face to stop the sunrays to hit him directly in the eyes, he sighed and winced at the pain on his face but suddenly he felt some wetness on his chest and he raised an eyebrow.
Hesitantly he opened his eyes and his eyebrows flew to the ceiling when he realized who he was sleeping with and how. Billie was on top of him, drooling slightly on his chest, he was so confused, he didn't want to wake up the girl she seriously looked like she was having a very nice dream anyway.
He watched the girl's face closely and smiled. If he admit it to himself, the girl was pretty gorgeous, yes she was young but still she had some innocent air around her that made Tom smile lik
Misapodysis - for doubleleafThe dry air scratched in his throat as he swallowed thickly, leaning his head against the tiles behind him. They were just as warm as the air around him and he squinted at the troublous ceiling, counting the repeating patterns that twisted across the dark base like snakes coiled around prey. The base was visible, but lay dead beneath the lively design. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, but the patterning had burned itself into his mind, shifting around behind his eyelids and reminding him. Always reminding everyone can see, it's not there, he will never be there again, we hide what you cannot.Misapodysis - for doubleleaf5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The bathhouse was fairly empty at this time of the day Malik had chosen this time just for that. Still, it was impossible to be alone in his shame, in his memory and his ever-present grief. It had been three years ago, why would it not go away? He clenched his fist only one, because it was all there was left. One abandoned brother and one arm. What would he g
jerichoshe must have dreamed him,jericho4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
assembled of slow pieces
and called in the dark
she is a temple
and he is dismantling her
with chorused glories
that terrace and
he bleeds desire,
an ache to sculpt her;
a curse born of ruin,
a silence crafted sharp
in flickered glances
and in flame.
she must have known him,
borne witness as he
stormed and conquered
with shadows rampant
at his back
and she must have seen him
behind shut eyes;
not as he will be
nor as he is,
but as she
would have him;
under the domes
of her doomed
it's not me, it's youto the most recent douche to break my heart,it's not me, it's you7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i know it’s not your fault. i’ve been told enough times
that the blame lies primarily in the differences between
the two of us. i am not what i seem—you had no idea
what you were signing up for. when i write poems
about lying in bed all day, i am not doing anything
you would classify as fun. i am counting dust molecules
in the air. i am counting out the number of times in a minute
that i think my heartbeat will stutter in its strut. i am counting
backwards from one hundred, breathing out on the evens and in on
the odds. i am counting down the days until you leave me.
don’t waste your breath with the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech.
i know the truth. i know you kissed me for the first
time because you thought you could be my dream catcher,
because you thought perhaps your arms would be enough
of a defense to ward away my nightmares. instead
you end up playing doctor in a psych ward, searching me
Email Your Love Final Ch.Email Your Love Final Ch.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twincest - You've been warned - Don't Like, easy, don't read.
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Tokio Hotel doesn't belong to me. I own the plot and nothing more. No money is being made by this. The banner isn't mine. In any way I claim this to be true. Lyrics aaranged as a song Anywhere but here by Safetysuit not mine.
Email Our Love Final.
Another december night for the twins. Hot chocolate was done, some cupcakes eaten and finally they were stuffed, deciding they should do something both wanted.
They were sitting on the bed, sharing every mail, every letter they had gave to each other and Bill saw one that wasn't open. It was there, resting peacefuly near Tom's foot and he greabbed it seeing it had his name.
Tom looked at the closed letter and he smiled "I was about to send you that one"
Bill raised his eyebrows "Amm.. but.. I'm living on the same place as you"
"So?... I wanted to send it" Tom said chuckling along Bill but went all quite and itchy when Bill finally open
Broken heart, hidden behind a smileShe's desperateBroken heart, hidden behind a smile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By her loved one
Belongs to someone else
Someone worth it
She acts like it's OK
But she's devastated
She feels ugly
And he has no idea
About how deeply
She loves him...
ColdYour eyes still see meCold2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your heart still beats
Your blood still flows
Trough your veins
Your mouth still whispers
The words that are the dearest to me
But it fells like you're dead
Your skin aganist mine feels cold
Like daggers cutting my flesh
But that's OK
Even if we can't have love
We can still have pain...
Blood Stained Chapter 4Blood Stained Chapter 41 year ago in Horror More Like This
Ciel sat in a pure white room with fog hovering just above the floor. He didn't know where he was, and didn't know exactly why he was there, but decided to stay. He was perched in one of the four corners of the large white room with his thighs against his stomach and his arms wrapped around his knees. He was thinking about what had happened to him earlier. The voices inside his head and Sebastian utterly puzzled about why he was acting like he was. He himself didn't understand why he did that. And he didn't understand where that voice came from. He was just thankful it was gone. The last words it had spoke to him were 'You know I'm right....' But she wasn't right. Was she? He shook his head. He shouldn't think too deeply about that or the voices might come back.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Ciel sat bolt upright when he heard footsteps coming towards him. They weren't urgent footsteps like running desperately to arrive to a destination, but slo
Time to dieThe time has comeTime to die10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't wait any longer
My mind is ready
Ending your life is a must
Tormenting me is all you do
Observe as I kill you
Don't be afraid
It won't hurt much
Every life comes to an end after all
Pokedex Number 137num137Pokedex Number 1375 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
PKMN 137 PORYGON ACTIVATED
INPUT COMMAND? CONVERSION/CONVERSION2/PSYBEAM/TACKLE
COMMAND: CONVERSION INITIALIZING
PKMN TYPE CHANGED!
FOREIGN PROGRAM DETECTED
FOREIGN PROGRAM: UP-GRADE INITIALIZING
EVOLUTION COMPLETE! PKMN 137 PORYGON IS NOW PKMN 233 PORYGON-2!
NEW COMMAND? CONVERSION/CONVERSION2/PSYBEAM/TACKLE
PSYBEAM ATTACK INITIALIZ
Why am I attacking? I don't want to hurt anyone. Please don't make me hurt anyone.
I don't want to be here. Let me out. Please let me ou
APOLOGIES FOR THE DELAY. PKMN 233 PORYGON-2 WAS EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.
PSYBEAM ATTACK INITIALIZING
IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE!
PKMN 233 PORYGON-2 HAS WON THE BATTLE!
NEW FOREIGN PROGRAM DETECTED.
IDENTIFIED AS DUBIOUS DISC.
CAUTION!! POSSIBLE THREAT DETECTED.
INITIALIZE ANYWAY? Y/N
FOREIGN PROGRAM: DUBI
I don't trust
Shards of my dreamsShards of my dreamsShards of my dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sharp as blades
Cutting through my flesh
Cutting through my mind
Making me bleed
Making me cry
In pain and despair
My dreams have changed
Now they're nothing
Dimentio-Bleck - Touch"And that, um, pretty much sums up the minutes from the last meeting."Dimentio-Bleck - Touch6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I see... remarked Count Bleck. That will be all for now, Nastasia."
"Yes sir, of couse. I'll, um, check on the minions."
Count Bleck watched his secretary leave the room, his observant eye hidden behind a monocle; sighing to himself as the door closed, he turned his eyes and posture back toward the window, staring out at the infinite blackness that made up the grounds of his castle. Black firelight flickered off the walls of his study, the bejeweled cover of the Dark Prognosticus sitting on his desk almost absorbing it-- Count Bleck had noticed, through his extensive interactions with the book, that it tended to suck in the light around it.
This was not the first time he had found himself lost in thought at his window, and it was not the first time he had been wishing things could have been different. Still, his resolve was absolute.
"These worlds are worthless without her," he murmured to himself, his red-orange e
threadbare (thin line)patchwork precisionthreadbare (thin line)4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and she's stabbing heartache
into the needlework;
a silent embroided
in an exodus documented
by needling gasps
[Loki/Reader] Mirror Mirror"Everyone is entitled to their own sorrow, for the heart has no metrics or form of measure. And all of it... irreplaceable."[Loki/Reader] Mirror Mirror1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Loki?" you call. He was nowhere to be seen, though you had an idea of where he was.
Of course, there was no response.
You closed your eyes, exiting the room.
Mirror, tell me something,
Tell me who's the loneliest of all?
You stood outside his chamber doors, hands resting against them.
"Loki, please come out," you whimper. You knew he was in there, he always was.
On the other side of the door, the God did the same as you did, pressed against the barrier between you two.
He was so very afraid, afraid of himself, afraid of hurting someone, afraid of hurting you.
"I fear what I have become, I do not wish to come into contact with anyone under these circumstances," he took in a shaky breath, "Leave me, I beg you."
"Never," you mutter, slipping down against the wood, landing on the floor gracefully. You lean your head against the door in an attemp
Come Home: A PantoumYou'll always come back to meCome Home: A Pantoum3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when the lights in the far hills
are done searching. For, new beds
entice adventurers. Too,
when the lights in the far hills
come home, the homespun dream they
entice adventurers too,
but they can't. (Dream we're neither.
Come home.) The homespun dream they
turn pioneers to homebodies,
but they can't dream we're neither,
our wanderlust fit to turn
pioneers to homebodies.
We've always made love free, so
our wanderlust fit. To
turn ourselves towards our home
we've always made love. Free. So
when the last adventurers
turn themselves toward their homes
in faraway lands, I know,
when the last adventurers
are done searching for new beds
in faraway lands, I know
you'll always come back to me.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -Beyond Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
Pokemon CreepypastaOkay like I was playing the game Pokemon Red and all of a sudden I went into this weird cave. And all the pokemon were crying blood and stabbing themselves in the chest so i'm like "HOLY SHIT" and jumped out the window. And then Lavender Town music started playing out of my game boy but I couldn't hear it because I was dead.Pokemon Creepypasta5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SATIRE: Big Hero 6 Racist And SexistSATIRE: Big Hero 6 Racist And Sexist9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Movie Review: “Big Hero 6” Racist, Sexist
Disney's newest animated feature appears to be progressively multiracial, but pushes the same old regressive bigotry.
The Walt Disney Company has been the most notorious propagator of racism, sexism, and every other "-ism" within Hollywood, and the fact that it markets its movies to children and "families" (dog whistle for "patriarchal white supremacists") make them all the more problematic.
Ever since it was founded by that raging anti-Semite, Walt Disney, the company has been brainwashing children with toxic ideals such as white supremacy, patriarchy, heteronormativity, and cis-sexism, with its movies expressing bigotry both explicitly (Song of the South) and inexplicitly (Frozen's white-washed cast—seriously, being set in a predominantly white country and time period is no excuse for not having a single black character!)
However, the company has recently bee
Psycho-Pass: Two-Leaf CloverTwo-Leaf CloverPsycho-Pass: Two-Leaf Clover2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Thinking back, it had all started with a simple, two-leaf clover.
The five-year-old, orange-haired boy sits down beside me on the park bench, hand out-stretched, a wide grin spread across his face. For a few minutes, we just sit there and enjoy the view of the sunset. Then, he gets up so abruptly that it makes me flinch, walks over to the field, picks something out of the ground, and hands it over to me.
I take the object from him and examine it. "A two-leaf clover?"
"Yup!" His smile grows. "For good luck!"
"Aren't those supposed to be four-leaf clovers?"
"Yeah, well... two-leaf clovers are special too! You don't see them often, do you? It's all three leaves so anything other than that is rare!" He looks sheepish and scratches the back of his head. "Plus, I couldn't find a four-leaf clover, so this is good enough! Don't ask for too much!"
I giggle. "Okay. If four-leaf clovers symbolize good luck, what does this one represent?" I twirl the plant between my
It's Easy To BullyWhen I first bullied,It's Easy To Bully1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did so with a click of a mouse,
and a press of a key.
Through the computer,
my “harmless” words assaulted your
The next time I bullied,
was easier than before.
Like a loaded gun,
I hurled my harsh words at your
Like a bullet to a brain,
your emotions exploded,
and flooded onto the ground,
like a gentle rain.
After that, you become stoic and emotionless,
dressed in black,
and scarred your wrist like rugged train tracks.
I thought it was funny, so I decided to cruel,
I punched, and shoved you,
made you out to be the fool.
This time was harder, because you didn't react,
you allowed me to hit you, and you refused to fight back.
So harder I tried, I pulled your hair, I called you gay,
and I treated you unfair.
I kicked you in the ribs, nearly broke your back,
and through all of my assaulting, you refused to fight back.
I guess you couldn't take it, I guess I went to far,
for that following weekend, you stabbed your right arm.
Diamond TearIn silenceDiamond Tear1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers