FakeFake10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet and tender
Cast upon my lips
Your sweet kiss
Expectantly I lean
In for more,
And I am rewarded
With your beautiful
Lips pressed roughly
Take me in your arms
To hold me there
Against your chest.
Inhale, ExhaleI bathe in yourInhale, Exhale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as the night greets
the dwindling day.
Cricket sings his
and I murmur you
a lullaby of my
and what tomorrow
The sun touches,
then dips below
of the mountains.
Your fingers trace
(And I am yours.
And you are mine.)
Social AnxietyI'm phobic of people,Social Anxiety2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The world's scary to me;
I never know what's going on,
So just please leave me be.
I can't meet your eyes,
I'm far too meek.
It's only a whisper
When I try to speak.
I don't want to seem rude,
I'm really polite,
But I'm too afraid
And my throat's now too tight.
I wish I could do better
And socialize with you.
But how to do it?
I don't have a clue.
Social AnxietyThe sudden urgeSocial Anxiety3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hurl your phone at the floor
The moment it rings
Just to avoid any type of confrontation
That aching inside your stomach
When you know the clear answer to the question
And something inside is screaming to raise your hand
But it's gone limp at your side
The moment someone asks a common question
But it strikes a nerve
And you feel a flush crawl up your face
They weren't supposed to know about that.
When something unrelated sneaks up in your mind
And fighting back the tears seems so impossible
While a war rages on in your head
Just bite your tongue and show nothing
Nothing brings more dread than that horrible word
When your words fumble out of your mouth
And desperately try to find the right order
Your palms will sweat
And you'll pick at your nails
Just keep your head low
And hope no one will notice you
Sometimes silence will be worst
And so you'll stutter and ramble about nothing at all
Until you bite down as hard as you can
In hopes of keeping your nervou
jane doe.i may be young,jane doe.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my soul feels
old and creased and monochrome.
i have those days
and weeks and months
where nothing seems to make a circle.
everything has corners;
everything has points;
i wish i could be a bird.
i go to the rooftop and
stare at the ground and
think "i will leap;
i will leap and fly,
and i will be a bird,
i will be a bird."
and then i remember
i'm terrified of heights.
so i cry.
i step away from the ledge
and i cry vigorously,
violently and ferociously.
eventually the tears dry up,
and there's nothing left to do.
one day i was telling you
all of my secrets.
and they were no longer
they were ours.
my emotions were spread out
like paint in a Pollock piece,
and i trusted you like Pollock
trusted his sticks.
and if the universe
ever chose to wear a jacket,
it'd be the white of stars,
and the blue of the night sky,
and the red of ichor,
because everyone bleeds.
behind blue eyeshello there chest-achebehind blue eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it ain't been that long, has it?
hello night terrors about love and togetherness and the softest sweetest calves
hello sexual desire
hello spiders beneath my Kleenex fingers
(and goodbye, too)
hello anxious, hello confusion,
hello blossoms of red in my underwear
it's not really been that long at all.
AnxietyI sat alone another day.Anxiety7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The world was moving all around me,
but it seemed as if my life was in a standstill.
The doctors say its anxiety.
Everyone thinks anxiety means nervousness or fear,
but it is deeper than that.
Anxiety holds you prisoner.
You can't leave your house.
The doorbell rings but I can't answer.
There is too much fear inside.
You can't answer the phone.
"Telephone for you!" my family yells. I
tell them to say that I will call back, but I won't.
You can't eat.
No, not me. The anxiety
even controls that. All the pain rushes back up with
every little thing I eat.
You can't go out.
Everyone walking around me, but I can't move, the
apprehension paralyses me.
Everyone says, "Be brave. You can do it. You'll make it out of this."
But sometimes I wonder if I will.
I try to combat it all, but if I attempt to do anything,
it all starts over again.
My heart beats faster and faster.
I can feel it in
social anxiety.i'm sorry,social anxiety.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but we can't talk.
not now, not ever.
because i may say
because i may make
you feel very
because i may just
stop breathing for
the rest of the day.
because i may upset
you and you'll run
i hope you understand
i'm only doing this
for your own good.
it's not really for me.
i can just feel it.
and it's not good.
my throat tenses up.
my head throbs around.
my fingertips stop feeling.
i'll stop wishing i were
here and start wishing
i were in the ground.
six and a half feet under
would be much better
than speaking out loud.
silence escapes my lips
as you walk away and regret
even trying again.
les mers a vos yeuxi'd write about your eyesles mers a vos yeux4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but that hasn't been new since the 16th century,
shakespeare spelling oceans i've seen in your face
[in your mind]
eyes windows to the soul, they say,
and i say,
eyes portholes to the sea,
windows to the world within your head
a thousand silver fishes and indescribable color,
the sounds inside of seashells
screaming softly in your ears
lungs the sea, i say,
breath like waves
tidal volume & algae blooms
and you're crystal clear inside
trails of peace and tension.
imaginary flowers in your hair,
an ocean in your mind
seas in your eyes.
roses and brier“I’ve never planted roots-“roses and brier2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
believing her body to be
on a road trip
“Well—“ I smiled,
“let’s be like roses & brier.
We will go nowhere, together.”
Anxiety is...Anxiety means not eating in front of peopleAnxiety is...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't put a single morsel or crumb into my mouth, so long as there are other people around me
What if something gets stuck in my teeth?
What if I get something around my lips?
What if I just plain look like an idiot dropping the noodles from my fork each time I try to pick them up, with that annoyingly shaky hand of mine?
Anxiety means sitting at the corner of the class
I can't hear the teacher from here
But it beats being anywhere else
At least here I can wipe my nose if I need to whenever I have a cold, and no one will see me
Anxiety means not going to the mall
What if I see someone I know?
What if my mom embarrasses me with her loud talking?
What if people watch me when I'm picking out clothes and jewelry?
I'd rather stay home, sit in my chair the whole day doing nothing but art and writing fan-fictions
Anxiety means I need to use an inhaler
I can't breathe when I'm nervous
I can't talk, and when I do, I sound like a mess
I can't exhale;
boys with bird names cant actually fly.i fill my lungs with blackberriesboys with bird names cant actually fly.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
& nicotine because it is the only way
I can stomach the taste.
a phoenix told me once
that he could teach me
how to burn properly,
as if scolding
[ like the intercostal
spaces of a ribcaged
he fell in love
with my words
before he knew
the height of my
or the annoying
sound of my laugh.
he said he could count
all my scars on one hand-
even the ones that wake me
at 3 am with an itch i swear
begs me to rip them open
& i told him he could keep
his pretty words and fiery fingers
creatively away from me.
i am tired of smelling of hell
& ash when -
9729 kilometers away, to be exact.i have these bones like flowers-9729 kilometers away, to be exact.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
for a taste of her
i want to tape maps to my limbs-
throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
she does not love me.
You do not whore around,You spend your nightsYou do not whore around,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for Apollo’s robes.
You’re as hot
as New Orleans
in mid-July, and
as her gumbo.
But, he is light-years
away and your fingers
ache with tired
a disaster in
Even if it fucking hurts,
you can still taste
his heat on your tongue.
Gods be damned,
you’re a butterfly-
( even if mounted
to a bed. )
you will find yourself
and fly away.
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
AnxietyIt begins with a melancholyAnxiety10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
feeling deep inside my soul. Something
pushes it deeper until I
can't handle it anymore. I stop
breathing for a few seconds.
My chest heaves and my lungs take
in a deep, ragged breath. They
get addicted to these sharp
stings. I start to hyperventillate.
I rock forward. I rock backward. I rock
forward and backward and forward
and backward. I rock. I rock. I pull
my hair down. I smooth it out. I smooth my
hair and rock forward and backward and
heave in another ragged breath. One
tear builds up in each eye until
they decide to take the plunge down
my cheeks. The right tear falls onto my
chest with a silent plop as another
follows in its path. And I rock. I rock
and speed breathe. My mind rambles
like a drunken fool stumbling out the doors
of a crowded bar. A fool I would rather
be than myself for the current moment.
I am girl.Other boys tell meI am girl.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’d look best
& they know
I am girl-
from the curve of my hips,
to this jutting collarbone,
lonely of love bites
But, your hands shape
falsities out of my limbs
with a tongue speaking of me
Why do I allow your body
to find rest against these bones
when you don’t even recognize
the taste of my moon skin
between your teeth?
Universe GirlsheUniverse Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love
while he was
still a planet;
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?
KokytosThey hate me. They hate me. I don't know what I did wrong.Kokytos8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mother's eyes are bright and hard. Her lips are pressed together, thin, tight, like anger, like a coiled spring. She doesn't look at me. She doesn't speak to me. Even when I tug on the hem of her shirt, she doesn't listen. She just keeps washing the dishes with hard angry strokes and when one breaks from it her lips tighten even more, and she doesn't talk to me and she doesn't look at me.
Father sits silent, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. He pours himself a drink and then throws it out. Maybe he's just tired. Maybe that's why he doesn't look up at me, doesn't smile, doesn't pull me onto his knee and hug me. Even when I kiss his cheek he sits silent and stony, and pretends that I'm not there.
My sister comes into my room, but she doesn't talk to me, doesn't look at me. I don't know what I did, I don't know why she hates me, but she hates me more than the time I stuck gum in her hair, this time. She hates me more
SH: The Boy and His SkullSH: The Boy and His Skull4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I don't understand these grades at all, isn't he settling in?"
Sherlock was up in his room and he could hear his father's voice downstairs the slightly pleading note in it that the man always got when he was trying desperately to understand something that confused him which, in this intellectually acute household, was often.
"I mean, I understand that the move to secondary school has been hard on Sherlock, but these are just.....I mean, he's a very clever child, I don't understand. How can he fail everything?"
"Weren't you supposed to be looking out for him, Mycroft?" he heard his mother accuse, her voice stronger, attempting to take action. Having been a teacher herself some years ago, she rather dominated this conversation, pushing his father back to only making empathetic but generally useless comments.
"I can only do so much, mum." Mycroft replied, sounding offended. "I can hardly force him to make friends, or participate in class, and if he doesn't bloody well sp
The Hunter and the Hunted (Pt.2)Pt.2The Hunter and the Hunted (Pt.2)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Let's just say it wasn't really a 'warm' thing.
Right now, you felt oddly warm, listening to the familiar sound of thumping.
A heartbeat, and who's you may ask?
One of 'them' guys.
When you put in 'them,' you were completely aware of 'what' and 'who' was holding you. Carrying your sorry ass throughout the forest. Or woods. Or whatever, you didn't care at this particular moment.
Yes, he had a hood, your tired, half lid opened eyes observed his outfit.
Yes he had exactly one of those blades Haytham wore. You were wearing yours as well.
He also had, braids, and a wolf fanged necklace, and a bow with arrows, and also a...hatchet. ALL WITH FEATHERS.
What was this guy? Big Bird or something? Spanish, maybe from his skin?
Was he one of them natives Haytham was talking about?
Ahem. Yes he talked to you about this woman, "Ziio," and of coarse he got drunk quite a few times when he was waiting for her return.
You weren't born in 'that' time though, you weren't that old. W
Cazar ideasCazar ideas3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No hay nada más frustrante que un artist block y para mí no hay nada más frustrante que leer eso de alguien más.
Sé que deben haber otros tuts con cómo salir de un artist block, así que simplemente me basaré en cómo pueden cazar la inspiración, estén bloqueados o no, pero primero deben responder a la pregunta:
¿Me satisface lo que hago?
Si están bloqueados es porque necesitan simplemente un cambio de aires, uno se aburre hasta de lo que más le gusta hacer. Ahora, si están bloqueados tipo "nada me sale" o "no puedo hacer nada" y el cambio de aires no es una idea a aceptar, lo tomaría como que son esclavos de lo que hacen y por eso tanto su imaginación como su cuerpo (el "plasmador" de obras) se rebelan. Pongan atención a sus estados y no vayan en su contra, eso empeora el caso. Si ya no pueden dibujar, escriban, si no escriben, lean, vean películas, hagan deporte, jueguen videojue