The Death Of A DogThe town hadn’t been the same since, Jimmy had fallen into the wood chipper, but that didn’t stop us from having a good time. I would have felt sorry about the accident, but Jim was the playground bully, and I was kind of relieved that I wouldn’t be going home with trousers full of sand anymore. Besides, who had time to be worrying about accidents from the past when you had to deal with one now. “Sammy, why did you do that?” I asked.The Death Of A Dog11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“It’s not my fault,” Sammy yelled back, “It was already dead when I started poking it.”
“You’re lying,” I bend down near the dog and poked at its belly. “It was alive this morning, you did something to it to make it die.”
“How could I make it die?” Sammy kicked at the ground, “I’m not even old enough to make things die.”
“What are you taking about? We’re eight, that’s old enough.” I responded, “Remember that
SadnessSitting in my bubbleSadness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coccooned within my rubble
Of make-shift, busy-ness
These words are satisfying
But it's not gratifying
To know my life has come
Sometimes the optimism
Erodes the dereliction
And I begin to feel some hope
Inside this battered flesh
These moods they do not mesh
From love of life, contentment,
Straight to woe
Like a ship of souls full sail
It seems we never fail
To get fair winds that quickly turn
The reeking blood, the vicious pain,
The sadness overwhelms again
We smile and laugh but deep inside
An aching void cannot be filled
By stuff material
Thank God my Friends are always
FloatingIt scares himFloating2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's too big
And yet he knows it's small
The responsibility is far too heavy
And yet his burden is only light
He could carry more
Or cast it off at will
Or could he?
He doesn't know
It worries him intensely
And yet not at all
He has time to spend on everything
Yet no time at all
His time is all taken
Used up by living
What to do?
He can't go on like this
He can't go back
He must follow the river
Drift in the current
Spinning and swirling
Sucked in by the foam
Tangled in the reeds
Yet floating free
Among the frog spawn
Wherever the water takes him
Let the river carry him
Homeward to the sea
Release all thoughts and surrender
Surrender all thoughts of swimming
The river is god
Floating the star stuff
The child lays back
Secure in the light of love
That battles him mercilessly on rocks
That soothes him with it's great voice
That sings him to sleep with lullabies
Lie back and let me love
As the river grows salty
And flows to the sea
Let the waves comfort you
Beyond the Racket of DreamI am being shown realities:Beyond the Racket of Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Veneer thin yet compacted together
And each of them is a world.
Often music accompanies these glimpses
Music that is full, loud, vibrant and rich
Instruments that I do not know
Music that I do not know
Music from other lands beyond this earth.
When humanoids sing without music
It is more beautiful; more pure and full;
Than any voice living that I have heard.
There is no need for microphones
For the music comes straight into my head
And fills it.
I do not know who is showing me these things
I do not know It's name or state of being
But I feel that It resonates as a male
(Although these things are tricky,
And one can be more than one)
I will call it "He", for want of a better title
Not as an act of worship.
He took me to a hollow between
Rounded green hills
Pointing with I don't know what
He lit the sky (which was grey-white)
With living pictures; like parts of different films:
On each part that He pointed at
He could punch his way between worlds
Give Me Your PainWhen i see you sufferGive Me Your Pain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't help but wish
Wish I can take it away
Place my hand on your shoulder
Let your pain channel from you to me
Take your pain away
Make it my own
To spare you
Spare you of what you don't deserve
Let me suffer
So that you may breath easy
The weight on the world no longer upon you
But on me now
I'll bare all of this
Just to see you smile
A smile worth all this anguish
I ask for nothing in return
Just for you to be happy
Love i would cherish more than anything
That would be all i ask
I love you
Care for you
I wish i can take this pain from you
FadingLosing hope in everything,Fading2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't care what the future brings.
We're all gonna die anyways,
Why not tomorrow, why not today?
Tell me the reason, my purpose in life,
Tell me, why not suicide?
Give me reasons why I should live,
If I took my life, could you forgive?
I'm sorry, I know you thought I was stronger,
But I told you I can't take it any longer.
You told me these things, I told you I'm not,
I tried, I fought, again I lost.
This battle with myself, I've had enough,
Endured so much, depression's tough.
Battling addiction of self-harm too,
You have no idea what I've gone through.
I wanted to tell you.. So many times I'd tried.
"How are you?" "I'm fine," I lied.
When I tried to speak, the right words wouldn't come out,
'Cause for so many years, I filled my mind with doubt.
I was constantly bringing myself down,
Never really felt like I was wanted around.
When the time is right, my life I'll take.
That'll be the last time I break.
The EnablerHer brother's not a personThe Enabler2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because he's only eight
He's her possession
Another reason for a burden
In the pack she loves to carry
Holds her mummy
And her daddy
Her best friend and her virgin
All the victims she enables
So she can heep her head in fables
High in martyr land
Where she's no princess
But the God
Same old plot and
Hollow land and empty steeple
Giving nothing but her version
Of her silent resignation
That she blurts to everybody
How it hurts to show it hurts
Oh she's rejected and exhausted
Always busy and down trodden
But that's just the way she likes it
To be needed
In her weakness
To be strong
She aims to always
Keep her mumma
Big and fat
So daddy spends the money
That will keep her snugly safely
Inside her little room
Writing for her little circle
Living in her land where
All the characters she steals
Puppets prancing on a stage
So she will never have reality
Won't understand causal
I AmI Am FreeI Am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath the weight of chains that I carry for others
I Am Bound
To the earth who whispers truth in my ears
I Am Fire
So cold that I burn all around me
I Am Ice
So warm that I melt the hearts of man
I Am Weak
Yet I will protect those I love with all my might
I Am Strong
Enough to carry the world on my shoulders and smile
I Am Woman
Peace keeper, Hope bringer, Spring eternal,
Breather of Life
The Story Of A GirlAll of the little girlsThe Story Of A Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
had perfect curly hair,
and they had daddies.
She lived in a trailer park,
had brown matted hair,
holy, ratty clothes,
dirty tennis shoes,
a mommy who was always high,
and no daddy; he didn't want her.
They all laughed and stared,
threw things at her,
called her names.
They wouldn't play with her;
whe was gross- why would they?
They thought she was weird- maybe crazy.
She isolated herself,
feeling insignificant and insecure.
She didn't like being home-
mommy's boyfriend hurt his kids,
and his kids tried hurting her.
She was afraid with no escape.
She craved attention so much
she did things her friends made her do,
even if she knew it was wrong.
But she wouldn't tell mommy,
she would scream
and make her cry.
She had no one to talk to,
no where to turn.
She was frustrated with the world,
and she hated herself.
She felt everyone rejected her.
One day she was finally pushed
Please, Don'tPlease, don'tPlease, Don't2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't realize
What will happen if you do
You speak to thousands
But you listen to no one else
Cut that wrist again
What pain you cause me
You scream for help
But you do not accept it
Don't make me
Build you your coffin
I don't want to paint you
With my misery tears
Don't do it
Life has so much more
To offer you
Just give it time
And times a bitch
But happiness will come
And trust me, it's worth the wait
Psychic Vampires - SummaryThe psychic vampire will never give freely. They will only give emotionally or materially if they can get something that they value in return: power over another person; money; goods; or praise.Psychic Vampires - Summary2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The psychic vampire will always see themselves as the victim, no matter what atrocity they have committed.
The psychic vampire is endlessly self-pitying and craves the sympathy of others, while frequently asserting that they never complain.
The psychic vampire rarely, if ever, says "thank you" to anybody.
The psychic vampire rarely creates something original or unique, preferring to steal ideas from others and claim them as their own.
The psychic vampire is stingy or mean emotionally and financially. Do not look for emotional support or financial support from the psychic vampire. Their words of sympathy are begrudgingly given and hollow, and they always feel that they are worse off than you. They will often ignore any complaints that you ha
Her SmileA girl that is hidden,Her Smile1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
By a smile so sweet,
When people see her,
They say it's a treat,
A smile that hides all,
The truth and the pain,
Where once it was real,
Now, shattered in vain,
As the sun goes down,
And ends the day,
The smile that lies there,
Let Me Be Your KnightLet Me Be Your Knight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though I lived in one land for many years, I wandered very far
I walked alone in a world of my own making
And I secretly longed for someone to breach the walls of my desolate mind's fortress
While mere mortals may dream of conquest of every kind through any battle,
I have but one reason to draw my fatal blade
And to throw all caution, all fear of death to the winds
The reason is you, my lady
While valiant warriors and loyal vassals pledge their lives
To lords most kind and most cruel
I pledge my being to no one but you, my beloved
It is the silken touch of your gentle hand
It is the world that I see when your eyes meet mine
And it is the strength with which you hold me in your loving embrace
These are the ties that bind me to you
But these bonds feel not like the coldness of chains
Or like the coarseness of ropes, but like the water of the purest oasis.
For all that I am willing to do, I only have one request.
Answer me with all your heart and tell me
Will you, my dearest
Let me be you
Interview with SpectreInterview with Spectre3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Interview with Spectre
1. What is your name?
I go by Spectre, though I did consider Night Shadow a bunch of other cliche' names for a heroine such as myself.
2. Do you know why you're named that?
Mostly because of my style. I prefer to remain in the shadows and strike with the element of surprise on my side.
3. Are you single or taken?
It's kind of complicated, I'm sort of seeing a guy I work with when not wearing the mask...except I only see him when I have the mask on. Someday that may change but taking it sort of slow right now...I'm not quite sure how he would react to that news...
4. Have any powers or abilities?
I have slightly boosted strength and athletic ability, as well as a high resistance to most poisons and chemicals. I also have an amazingly high pain threshold, which can be a hindrance sometimes.
5. What's your eye color?
6. What's your hair color?
7. Do you have any family members?
None left. Lost dad to a car accident, sister to a
Interview with Crimson DynamoInterview with Crimson Dynamo2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Interview with Crimson Dynamo
Introducing Crimson Dynamo, a smart and sexy heroine I'm sure most of you are just dying to hear from!
1. What is your name?
Crimson Dynamo, but I go by Crimson most of the time, it's a bit easier that way.
2. Do you know why you're named that?
Mainly because of my red hair, and I'm a dynamo/whiz with technical and science stuff. I only realized later on that it was the name of an Iron Man villain...no copyright infringement meant I promise!
3. Are you single or taken?
I am single at the moment, but seem to attract plenty of attention and have been lucky to share some nice quality time with a few very nice ladies over the course of my career... *blushes*
4. Have any powers or abilities?
I heal very quickly and I am a bit stronger than most people, but most of my abilities come from my gadgets and technical know-how along with parts of my costume like my repulsor boots and wrist mounted stun blasters.
5. What's your eye color?
6. What's your hair color
The Prevailing ArgumentIt was on one of my frequent walks through the neighborhood that I happened to meet the new arrivals, a pair of dusky beauties. I lifted my hand to them in greeting while strolling past; the younger of the two smiled happily and waved back, while the older woman gave me a skeptical look before her grudging acknowledgment. Thus I dubbed them Bliss and Prudence. I've since learned their actual names, but they are not as flattering, or, frankly, as descriptive, so I continue to employ the nicknames I gave them on that first meeting.The Prevailing Argument1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bliss spent a great deal of time tending the flowerbeds in front of her home, so we exchanged many friendly greetings over the next few days. Prudence's job kept her away during the day, so our encounters were infrequent and altogether less cordial, although she seemed marginally less hostile over time. Perhaps Bliss convinced her I was a harmless old man taking his daily exercise and not a worthwhile target of scorn. Which could not have been further from the
Zalgo- Part 1 Chapter 1Zalgo- Part 1 Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A lone child wandered the empty roads of a town. A stuffed bear, made from rags clutched tightly in his arms. From a distance, this child appeared like any other. But when they’d turn their head two bull-like horns extended out from either side of his head. As one would get closer they would see the child has midnight black skin, and misshapen feet. He has six mouths, one where it’s supposed to be, then three on his chest and torso and two on his back. The ones on his body were curled into a seemingly permanent grin. He also had large, piercing red eyes with cat-like irises.
The child kept to the shadows, only his dimly glowing eyes visible in the darkness. He didn’t like being seen by others. He feared they would try to take his life. The child has been alone for quite some time. He had no parents and he had no idea what exactly he was. The only solid knowledge he had about himself was the name he knew he was given.
not quite a birdup in the air,not quite a bird3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is this the closest i'll get
gravity doesn't work
one moment of peace
before i plummet.
Bloody musicSoftly, softlyBloody music3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The blade begins to scrape my pale skin
The blood will stain my beautifully white sheets
The image will stain my wounded soul
But I have stopped caring
My soul will never heal
Let the clear reminder remain
So that I can reflect on it later
When my mind is more sane
The blade is now part of me
I lose myself in the white hot pain
I will regret this but it's too late to stop
My gift of life will drain
But the wonderful music it creates in my head
The thoughts full of inspiring words
Will always bring me back to it
Let Me Love YouAfter wishes and dreamsLet Me Love You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for so many years
in this blue moon
i have found you
you're the one
the one i care for
my close friend
from my dreams
i know you've been hurt
by this thing called life
i can tell by the way
you carry yourself
you've asked me things
and our minds made up
that we can be there
and open each other
just let me help heal
this heart i did not break
you won't ever have to be sad
i will stand by yourside
you won't ever have to worry
not even cry cause if you let me
i'll take care of you
for you the one i dream about
i won't deny that i want you
we have to follow our hearts
cause our minds don't always follow
my mind is made up
i won't be ashamed
for i have loved & lost
you are the one
AnaBreakfast is the first to goAna3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
then lunch..... then snacks....
and then dinner fades..... into nothing.....
you'll hate the sharp pain in your stomach....
for the first few days at least,
but then you'll learn to love it....
The excuses come rough at first
they'll start to suspect something.... if you don't
do it right, if you don't make it believable
"it's okay, I already ate"
"I'm not hungry"
"I have to study"... and so on and so forth
And one day they will take you out
to eat, for his birthday or something...
and you'll cut your food into tiny bites....
"I can't eat all of this" you think
even if you tried.... your stomach has shrunken down
with the rest of your self,
you'll eat though.... just to make them happy.
"Excuse me, I have to use the restroom"
My Favourite Balloon PartyMY FAVOURITE BALLOON PARTYMy Favourite Balloon Party6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
(or, "Illogical, Gratuitous Inflation with Hot Celebrity Chicks")
_____________by Alec Deluxe________________________
It began as just another balloon party with my closest--and most revealingly dressed--friends and acquaintances: Jessica Alba, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears, Mariah Carey and Mandy Moore. We got together, as we often did, to blow up balloons. Sometimes we'd race to see who could pop them first; other times I'd sit leisurely back and watch these beautiful mouths and sexy lips inflate their balloons larger and larger, as their cheeks rounded out lovingly from the puffing. I'm not above saying that I found the whole scenario a tad arousing.
I didn't know at the beginning of this particular balloon party that not everyone would be leaving in one piece.
We were having our usual fun, all sitting around
Going Out With a Bang"Aw man, what do I do?" she asked herself nervously. She could already feel her stomach gurgling. If there was one thing she did not handle well it was social event's. She didn't like being around large group's of people. Or small group's of people. Heck even being with the few friend's she had gave her problem's sometime's. She ran a hand through her long blue-purple hair and placed a hand on her stomach. " Just need to calm down" she said, talking to herself. A habit she had picked up year's ago. " It's just a dinner with some friend's. And a few of their realtives...and their employeer's...and-Gahhh!". She gripped her head tightly before bracing herself against the dresser on the far wall of her room. Looking up she looked in the mirror. Her pale green eyes looked even paler. Her heart was beating faster then normal. The dinner's tomorrow...she thought to herself. What am I going to do? Her parent's where away for the week, leaving her in the house alone. But she could hear her fathGoing Out With a Bang1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
UsUk: Be My Hero1940, London.UsUk: Be My Hero4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The London Blitz.
Reducing me to a writhing, screaming child every night. Suffering the impact of the bombs on my city, hearing the screams of my people, seeing the damage and the fire and beaten, broken faces. My people would fight them any way that they could; my citizens rebuilt every morning. My pilots would fight the Germans every night. The dark night air was broken by the sounds of explosions and gun fire.
I was completely alone. France had fallen to the Nazi war machine, and the Soviet Union had a pact with that insane bastard. And the United States was neutral.
Then again, I couldn't expect anything else from the American; last time we met, I'd shouted and screamed at him, telling him to stay out of my life forever. And I guess he'd decided to do just that. He'd sit on the side lines whilst I was bombed and battered every night, he'd sit back and watch whilst my people died. But it's none of his concern, he'd tell himself. He has a duty to his own people, never m