nine reasons why you shouldnine reasons why you should never love a poet:nine reasons why you should6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haunt our nightmares and reasons why
we don't like to be alive.
we leave too many s p a c e s between our letters because
that's how we feel. all a.l.o.n.e.
and maybe you'll change that for a little while, but
in the end, it's all the same.
and we can connect with books and movies and music be
Stand upStand up3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slipping through the cracks.
Where you're going,
Always have to ask.
You never lie,
You touch the sky,
You're never coming down.
Touch the wall,
Leave them all,
Go and wear your crown.
It's all a game,
They're all to blame,
It's never going to end.
So stand up tall,
Stand against the wall,
Prove that you won't bend.
It matters not,
If one is hot,
Only if one is kind.
You can fight,
For what is right,
You're not alone, you'll find.
You can win,
Against this sin,
And you can prove your worth.
Just stand up tall,
Back against the wall,
And throw them to the hearth!
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
A Devil in ParadiseA Devil in Paradise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sam watched the jagged Miami skyline melt into the horizon as the cruise ship chased the sun towards the Bahamas. He pondered his reasons for agreeing to a seven day single’s cruise as he looked out over the sea, entranced by the seagulls hypnotic soaring.
Sam was a chiseled, hansom man with an insatiable lust for beautiful, athletic women. He had perfected an efficient process of seduction that produced perfect results and no unwanted byproducts. At first, he was in search of love, but he had quickly grown addicted to the fruit of his labor. He was in love with the lustful hunt and capture, his slain prey were merely trophies to be forgotten upon the next challenge.
The ship’s foghorn sounded, reviving Sam from his trance. He looked around the decks of the vessel, scouting for potential targets. The cruise ship was populated by a perfect one-to-one ratio of men and women, but few women were doing much to peak Sam’s interest. Sam decided to find a bar;
His name was JimHis name was Jim2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All were gathered 'round the fire when someone asked: "Where's Jim?
It's cold as hell out here and could someone look for him?"
Ragged Sally volunteered and Uncle Buck did too.
Together they would look for Jim down Second avenue.
Up and down and round and round but Jim was nowhere seen.
For supper he was always game and late he'd never been.
A cold wind blew as snowflakes fell upon the icy street.
Just one more round they'd make before they would concede defeat.
Sally thought she'd heard a cry, or was it just the wind?
Buck thought best to head on back, next morning try again.
As they passed the little bridge 'bove Second avenue,
Buck saw something moving on the pavement down below.
There lay Jim in his crumpled vest, his eyes toward the sky.
They rushed to him but 'twas too late, they both began to cry.
He never mentioned family or gave out his last name.
To think he'd died without their love was truly quite a shame.
The paper said a homeless man was found under a bridge.
The paper le
New intentionbring down light that hides the sun,New intention3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and let those fly who never sung,
we rise with guns, and shot the fire, letting faith call out deaths new attire.
We see the fangs that graze our skin, but through the storm, we wont give in.
Brothers, sisters, come with me now.
help me turn the ash to rust and build upon the blood of the lost.
A ghost of who you were...The sweet tones of Metallica's 'Unforgiven' rang through the speakers of a glowing jukebox in the corner of a off-college bar. A group of giggling women walk through the western style double doors. A hand full of drunken guys whistle and let out cat calls from the pool tabels. The counter-top of the bar is littered with peanut shells and alchoholic beverages that were accidently spilt.A ghost of who you were...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Off towards the back of the large room, a young man leans back in his chair, his boots crossed and laying on the table. He had his eyes closed, taking in all of the laughter and music he could. He soaked it all up, for it was the only reason he ever came here.
The scrawny bartender walked up to the young man and said in his Italian/Irish voice asked, "Danny, are going to buy something tonight or are you just going to feed my jukebox untill closing time?"
Danny opened his eyes and smirked, "You know what beer and whiskey do to me Al."
"Yes I do, unfortunatly," replied Al, "You know, some people
I'm SorryI'm sorry I'm not perfectI'm Sorry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry I'm not a prodigy
I'm sorry I'm not a better brother
I'm sorry I'm not a better friend
I'm sorry I'm not a better person
I'm sorry I'm not strong enough
I'm sorry I'm a failure
I'm sorry I'm trying
I'm sorry I'm crumbling
I'm sorry I'm crying
I'm sorry I'm not sleeping
I'm sorry I'm not eating
I'm sorry I'm broken
I'm sorry I'm showing bruises
I'm sorry I'm in the house
I'm sorry I'm living here
I'm sorry I'm accepted
I'm sorry I'm alive
I'm sorry I'm me
But apologizing wont change anything, so I'll do something about it.