Icy TownThere's a place inside my mind called "icy town"Icy Town2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It is a beautiful place but sometimes it is a nightmare
There lives my friends "they"
It's like a paradise and hell just for me
And the truth hurts, it hurts
This world may have its wonders
But it has a dark secret that only I know
That world just does wonders to after turn into nightmares
But I always wonder why they do
To confuse me, scare me or to drive me crazy
Do not know
Just know that this world is my prison mental
Silent Killer.silent.Silent Killer.10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.we are not a fairytale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way
(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not
the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding
we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
I’m not sure whether or not the sun will
rise again tomorrow, because it won’t exist
until someone breathes life into it,
but no. we were never so lucky
to be carefully orchestrated,
a composition rendered for
another’s satisfaction. I am not the
climax, nor the resolution, but a lamb
with Stockholm Syndrome and
a tendency towards people
sunday girli watch you shuffle through the kitchensunday girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i can feel my fingers softening
and my mind crashing but there are so many
things i want to scream at you, like:
how on earth did you learn to love me
when there are continents forming between my ankles,
when i'm stuck in the middle of a road and there's
a car coming right for me and i just stand and wait,
and how on earth could anyone
have so many freckles between their shoulder blades and
why is it that when you nestle your stupid head into
the spaces between my ribs all i can say is
that your hair smells like September 25th, 2012,
or how your eyes look like pages of an atlas
and that i want to read the whole thing
some people say you can miss somebody before they've even arrived.
i just tell them, "i know."
Simplicity is Never SimpleWhat if life was simpleSimplicity is Never Simple4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like if the sky was always blue and didn't fade in and out of grays and purples
And mood rings didn't lie
You could just look at someones finger and know how they felt
Where butterflies mean spring and rain never pokes holes in their wings
Where bullets were only meant for targets
And boys and girls mature at the same rate
Where drinking means water and drugs are for headaches
What if we only saw in color and never in black and white
If artists and athletes were paid the same
And freckles were gifts from the sun
What if life was simple
And there were no what ifs
JubileeYour smileJubilee1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the most beautiful vision,
the way your eyes light up
and your tender lips
curl up so perfectly...
Especially when your smile
is all for me.
I want to see your smile
all the time,
to be driven by its loveliness
and to ensure
that your lips never have need
of any other shape,
no other expression but joy.
Some men want the world,
to take power and fame,
to go where none have ever walked
to find the meaning of this world,
yet I have found
all of the meaning I could ever need
inside of you,
and there is no vista on earth
than that of your smiling face.
And I want to do everything,
to see your smile
across the kitchen table,
to hold your hand
walking down the sidewalk,
to stroke your hair
as we cross the Verrazano.
Your smile makes me smile,
transforms my heart,
sets my soul alight
and there is nothing I wouldn't do
to keep you smiling,
and, my dearest love,
this is merely the beginning
of the jubilation
we shall share together.
EnceladusIs this what it means to be overthrown—Enceladus2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
reduced to a mere satellite, a scale
of someone else's might? My scales, my own
heart, are no longer my own, so I ail
beneath the gravity of an immense
mass, like a giant shackled by a god.
I want upheaval, an earthquake, intense
destruction, and I want the world to laud
me as its maker. I want to rage, strike
out, trumpet a whole planet to arms, but
each complete revolution leaves me like
the one before, in just the same place. What
can I do but bide my time, surrender
(for now) to this great system's defender?
in the gardenyou are breath in my bones,in the garden2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
buoyant in the blue bay
outside of your house.
you are in the garden
and i am watching from the window
as you watch me back.
i am wearing nothing
but a long strand of pearls
and pink underwear,
and you cannot keep your mouth closed.
i like it better that way
when we kiss.
i like to feel your body
forget how it is to take in air
at a regular pace,
i like to feel its
it makes me feel like
your soul is dancing
when it meets mine.
TemponautSundays: no one's butterflies areTemponaut2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
going to affect the wavelength
of the sun magnifying ants
(nothing will happen anyway).
Rewind, the air wrinkles into
sundays: no one's butterflies are
stuck on weeping quicklime (not yet)
that doesn't hesitate; floor it.
High-pitched tires are slashed by the
hissing water, parked sometime on
sundays: no one's butterflies are
run over by broken sunshine.
One last time to make this right, keep
blinking back - stop flapping its wings
'fore they reek like pelting rain from
sundays: no one's butterflies are...
I forgotI used to loveI forgot10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to dream
I used to hope
But I forgot
I need something
To remind me of these beautiful things
For a shard of happiness
So I can love again
Voltage Stars React to the Knife GameVoltage Stars React to…Viral VideosVoltage Stars React to the Knife Game2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today’s video is…The Knife Game
Watch the original video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_t2bnp8aoXw
Prince Joshua and Prince Roberto from “Be My Princess”
Joshua: What is this?
Takuto Hirukawa and Riki Yanase from “Love Letter from Thief X”
Riki: This is a smart idea (sarcastic)
Takuto: There better be blood
Kunihiko Aikawa and Haruka Ustsunomiya from “My Forged Wedding”
Kuni: Why would anyone do this?
Haruka: Is he going faster?!
Ranko Togoshi from “Love Letter from Thief X”
Ranko: No, no, no, no, no, no! I hate knives!
Shota from “Office Secrets”
Shota: Is this for real?
Ibuki Yanase from “Love Letter from Thief X”
Ibuki: I don’t see the appeal to do something like this
Kenny from “A Knights Devotion”
Kenny: There’s some seriously messed up people. This has bad id
Battle force 5 themeBattle force 5 theme4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hot wheels battle force 5
Go! How wheels battle force 5!
Drive together to survive
Fight, Fight, Fight, in the battle zone!
Got to drive to survive,
Never back down, never give in
Time to drive, battle force 5!
Hot wheels battle force 5!
Hot wheels battle force 5!!
Cheesy little love poemCheesy little love poem9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is not diamonds
Love is letting her chase you around with a camera,
your mind telling you how much you despise being photographed
and still managing a smile
because she asked you to.
It is letting his hands rest against your stomach
that you desperately wish to hide. Knowing
how much he thinks you're beautiful
despite your many flaws.
Or perhaps it is when you sit up talking for 782 minutes
whispering secrets to each other
even though you both hate the phone.
Love is not getting tongue tied every time you see them,
holding their hand in public
nor dancing under moon lit skies.
Of course not.
It is feeling as though, no matter how stupid,
you can say whatever you think up
and he will never think less of you for it.
It is wa
painkiller.you show me a bottle of advil. you say to me, “if i swallow all these pain pills at once, do you think i’ll finally stop hurting?”painkiller.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“you shouldn’t joke about that,” i say.
in retrospect, i should have been grateful.
it was the only joke you’d ever told where i wasn’t the punchline.
i’d like to write your name in a bathroom stall. i’d like to come back every day, checking for tears in sharpie’d letters. for a “he’s such a scumbag.” for a “you’re not alone.”
i guess i want to think that you’re a criminal mastermind. i want to think that you’re a serial heartbreaker. i want to think out there, somewhere, is somebody else like me, who you’ve hurt.
(i know you’re none of those things. i know that you’re just a boy – and, really.
that's the saddest part of all.)
i taught you how to stargaze, and how to uncross your arms and let people in
you loved someone.i.you loved someone.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chloe is nineteen when she dies.
She ends it with a shotgun
the night her brother gets out
They say he molested her
he raped nine women
ten eleven twelve women
they say no
it was nine little girls
ten eleven twelve
little girls, kids, the bastard.
he was a bad man
“No wonder she did it.
If he was my blood
I’d’ve done it, too.”
You go to the funeral
because that’s what good people
because your mother asks you
“You want to go to Heaven,
without looking up from her knitting
and you would laugh in her face,
but she’s your mother
and you love her
so you go.
A man you know stops you –
a friend of John’s –
John, who is not yours anymore
(even now, even in death,
you know he’ll keep her
longer than he kept you)
on your way to the bathroom.
“John really loved her, y’know,” the man says
as if you wouldn
Dear CharlotteDear Charlotte2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's September 1st today. It's weird, isn't it? The way most kids associate the start of September with brand new backpacks, pencil shavings and the panicked beating of their hearts as they get on the bus, pretending all the while to be perfectly collected, not even a little nervous? I guess that's one thing this whole thing has given me to be grateful for. Dr. Spence says it would be a good idea for me to write a list every day of things I'm grateful for. You'd like him. He also told me I should try writing you a few letters telling you how I feel, even if I would never send them, and it's not like you'd open them even if I did. Anyways, don't get me wrong, it's not like the start of another year doesn't faze me, it's more like I'm used to it, you know? And besides, I have other things to think about.
Charlie. It feels strange to call you Charlie. It's like when we used to go to that sushi place on 3rd street that you absolutely loved and we would order the rolls with
Malec: BackgroundBackgroundMalec: Background4 years ago in Romance More Like This
When Alec opened his eyes he saw with great disappointment an empty space beside him. Sighing, he closed his eyes again. The sun was trying to get its way through the rainbow curtains wanting to fill the bedroom with light and warmth, the traffic noise was audible but not annoying. He was in Brooklyn, lying in Magnus's bedroom, the first time waking up in this bed and being officially the High Warlock's boyfriend. He slept here before, when he replaced Jace so he could go to the Seelie Court but was woken up that time by an awful call that Jace needed blood. Not to mention Magnus's mood after that. And soon after Valentine's defeat, Magnus invited him to the vacation, where they slept in hotels. It felt great just to lay in the warm bed, smelling Magnus's perfume, hoping the door would open, his boyfriend stepping in and staying the whole day together here, forgetting all the duties in the world outside the flat.
Unfortunately, this wasn't the case.
With another sigh Alec gr
Fake How are you?Fake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?