Dry Spell I am immobilized by time.Dry Spell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the idea that it is somehow slipping,
through the cracks of
my fingers and high
above my head.
I am terrified by the incessant notion
that no combination of thoughts,
could possibly satiate it.
I realize only now that it can never be filled:
all which is tossed into it is swallowed in haste
that it dissolves into non-being.
I find that I am caught within its furrows
much like the words it devours:
between its twisted arms
and I find myself aching
to do so much at once
that I end up doing
You, yes you. I love you. Deal with it ... please?The first boy to take me by the handYou, yes you. I love you. Deal with it ... please?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The first boy to say "Hey, your hands are too cold!"
The first boy to hear my silence
The first boy to really understand me
The first boy to see my scars, before I even knew it
The first boy to really get worried for me
The first boy to really feel me
Now I hope, with my shaky, cold hands
with all complicated little me
Now I wait, with all my problems
with my loud silence
Now I give you time, without knowing how that works out
without any insurances
Maybe I get my happy ending
At any case
I'll always love you
No, I don't care about your flaws and mistakes
I just love you.
And yes, I blame you and all your wonderfulness for it.
Deal with it.
Caught In A Shitstorm part 7- SpainXfem!Romano ..MIND. FUCK.Caught In A Shitstorm part 7- SpainXfem!Romano2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Actually, that wasn't even a mind fuck. That was a fucking MIND ANNIHALATION.
What the hell just happened?
Did he really and did I seriously and Antonio he .
I don't even know.
Alright. Calm down, Lovina. Just take a deep breath and ignore the fact that your shared a kiss with the albino potato bastard on your bed, and that it was actually pretty nice, and that the tomato bastard, himself, witnessed the whole thing SHIT!
And now, here I am, sitting on my bed, my hair a mess, my jaw hanging open like a fucking idiot, and there, at my doorway, is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
And let me tell you something, dearies.
He didn't look very happy. Nope. Not one bit.
His green eyes were expressionless, his jaw was rigid, and he was gripping the doorframe in a way that suggested that he was ready for cold-blooded murder.
So, what the hell am I supposed to do?
Now would be a good time for some help, peoples.
dearly belovedthese daysdearly beloved3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
BttxDepressed!Reader: Part 4BttxDepressed!Reader: Part 42 years ago in Drama More Like This
Previously, after having a meet-up with 2P!Alfred, he finds out that you don't have any memories of when he attacked you, you went off to your first period class, history, with the BTT escorting you, then silently vowing to leave you be after that. Not paying attention in class, you finally zapped back into consciousness when the teacher started assigning what the groups for the end of the year history project would be. Unfortunately, to your utter disappointment, it turns out to be three of the people you would have least want to partner up with. The bad touch trio.
A/n: I didn't mention earlier that the history project is a big 'End of the Year' thing; so the time right now, is just a few weeks before the end of the school year. It'll make the rest of the story makes sense so... XD Gosh, I need to plan out future stories a bit better than what I'm doing right now, so sorry!!
You had a double-take when the teacher informed you that you were partnered up with the thr
.Were I not me, and you not you.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I might just say I love you, too.
Do you really want to know?Do you really want to know?Do you really want to know?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Know that I am fading.
Do you really want to know?
That I am slowly breaking.
I am not sure how much time,
I have until I'll pull this trigger.
I just want the night to be over.
But what's the difference,
When morning is no better?
When even the light,
Enough to chase away the dark.
WordsWords can mean a little,Words2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Words can mean a lot.
Sometimes it's what you make of them,
Sometimes they're all you've got.
Words can make a difference,
They can change a person's life.
They can send the world to war,
Or end a victim's strife.
"We are masters of the unsaid words",
Be sure to choose them well.
For cruel words can linger,
They can turn life into hell.
IndoctrinationLet me tell you this:Indoctrination7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only thing that I could ever fear,
Is their freedom.
Because when they discover,
That they have inside them,
The purpose, power and strength,
To be anything that they choose.
Our lies and our lives,
Will simply be over...
Now repeat after me:
To go against the Chantry,
Is to go against God.
Suicide NoteSometimes I sit and wonder,Suicide Note3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How long my monsters.
Will haunt me.
I feel that they’ve left me with nothing more than,
And sometimes this darkness,
Feels better than the light.
When all I’ve ever known was the cold feeling of the night.
And now I almost feel like it’s inviting.
Because I am finally sick of trying.
And tonight will be the end.
But don’t cry for me my friend.
When you find my body in the morning,
Don’t waste your time hoping,
That you’re still dreaming.
Because you’re not.
I am a goner,
I have been since the day I was born.
And I’ve slowly been fading and my body was getting older and worn.
I wore my smile well,
So you could never tell.
And I am so very sorry.
I hate to cause you worry,
Just know that you did nothing,
It was me who did everything,
To pull this trigger.
I Just Have to Open My EyesMaybe if I close my eyesI Just Have to Open My Eyes1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
It will make the monsters go away.
Maybe if I can't see,
I can hide from it.
I don't want to see,
The day that daddy left.
Or the day that you broke my heart,
The same way he did.
And used the fragments to make art.
If I can't see,
You walk away.
Maybe I can forever live inside this memory.
Of you and me together,
When I was still happy.
Maybe if I don't open my eyes,
I won't see mother cry.
But I have to eventually,
I have to look at the ruins that are left.
So I can find the pieces of everything,
That was broken.
And I have to see these tears,
To know that my fears.
And they hurt.
And that I can still feel something.
That I do still have a heart.
I can mend it,
Stitch it back together.
I just need to open my eyes.
AlcoholicYour tux is the colorAlcoholic7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of a coal miner’s face
after a long, hard day of work:
something you’ve never
had to experience
Yet you talk as though
you’re just as worn out;
your trivial chit-chat
is turning syrupy with every sip,
although your sentences
aren’t getting any sweeter
And you grab another glass
of the effervescent liquid,
hoping the sea of black
will blend together,
and it will be dark enough
for you to fall asleep
And as you walk tipsily to the bathroom,
the overpaid opera singer
belts her last high note- a bit too high;
your crystal glass shatters
into a thousand pieces
And with it, you shatter too.
Crazy peopleI once thoughtCrazy people8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That everyone is normal
And I’m the crazy one
The only person who stands out
Well, in a negative way
I was the girl
who was smart
who liked indie and alternative
who liked to write and do crazy things
the girl that was different
and never talked to anyone
I really thought I was the only one
that it was the reason why people didn’t accept me
but I was so damn wrong
Some people hide their faces
behind a mask
they look so happy
and everyone likes them
‘till they take of their mask
and then you see their scars
the tears and de pain
it will be ugly to you
because you will deny
you could be one of them
there are people
who cut themselves
that try to feel physical pain
instead of the mental one
they see the blood
but they continue to write
they write what people did to them
and people always decide
what this person means to them
when they discover it
and they always choose
to leave this person
if they don’t leave then
they will leave another time
ENOUGH!There are times when I feel like tearing these pages apart,ENOUGH!7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or perhaps, throwing this BLOODY song into the fire and watching it BURN!
Maybe I'll start plucking the keys from my keyboard,
Or simply swipe everything off the desk.
Each item shattering into a hundred pieces,
Much like the fragments of my dying inspiration.
.roll your knee-socks up,.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
over shattered bones
and crackling skin,
you're not broken
if you say you're
w h o l e.
Just For Laughs!Babe I know this ain't going to be poetic or nothing,Just For Laughs!6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But y'know I just have a need to express my feelings:
*Excessive throat clearing*
Roses be red and them violets be blue,
I'm the only Asian kid in the ghetto;
What's up wit chu?
You lookin' at me like, damn you're fine!
Babe you know you blow my mind.
I may not be tall,
But my height is just right.
I'mma sleep on yo chest,
When you get cold at night.
And if yo boyfriend is big,
Then I'mma run right now.
Cause, I don't wanna look like my face is DOG CHOW,
So uh, I'm losin' my train of thought,
I think this is all I got.
Babe I think you're hot,
Gimme yo number, uh, before you get shot.
Anxiety attackAs the attack begins,Anxiety attack1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel myself slipping away again.
And I question things that are better left unsaid.
And contemplate if I am better off dead.
My anxiety is killing me,
I feel my hands shaking.
And I am sobbing.
And am I dying?
I am just trying,
To get a grip.
But I feel my reality slip through my finger tips.
Nothing is real,
Except every bit of pain my mind forces me to feel.
Every memory that I had shoved away.
Is now racing around my brain.
It's driving me insane.
And my limbs turn to jello.
Every time my head hits the pillow,
Before I go to bed.
I start to panic and I am wide awake instead.
More thoughts are swarming around like a hurricane.
Make it stop!
And just like that,
The attack is gone.