Crash And BurnI wonder if other people see how I feel.Crash And Burn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With every glare to meet my eyes,
its another preying glare to slap my face
and another glare that heats my cheeks with nervous fire
I wonder if, day after day,
if people see my fear, if they see how I shake.
When they walk by, I stumble away
because I know they don't want me near them.
I wonder if they pity me
If they see the lonely child inside my glass skin.
Sometimes they give me gentle eyes
because they feel sorry for how lonley I really am inside.
I wonder if they know I don't fit in,
if they try to welcome me but I'm too naive to see.
But everytime I just walk away because-
because everytime I try is another crash and burn.
Who she isShe's so tiredWho she is3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of being upset
Of hating herself
When was the last time she looked in a mirror
And thought the girl staring back
That she was worth anything
Anything at all
The last time she felt truly loved
That she was needed
So lost now
In her worlds of fantasy
Where she is who she always wanted to be
She forgets who she really is
Always looking back
On what went wrong
What she lost
So many lies she has told herself
That not even she knows what is real
Gave up what she believed in
Because every night when she prays not to wake up
She would open her eyes to a new day
Looking in the mirror a monster stares back
One with tears running down its face
Wishing it was brave enough
To be itself and love who that is
Or at least have the courage to end it
To lay down
And give in to endless darkness
I Just Miss YouWhy do I miss you?I Just Miss You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not supposed to miss you...
I'm not supposed to want you,
or think about you,
or yearn for you.
I'm the one that said goodbye.
I'm the one that found someone else
When you called me psycho.
I'm the one that stopped speaking,
Yet I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
CageI walk with my head down.Cage3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Eyes looking at the ground.
They laugh and my heart bleeds.
No one hears my silent screams.
Let me go!
This pain and decay play soft and slow.
And I feel the shackles tighten.
The darkness never lightens.
This cage has no bars, is not made of steel.
Has no key, but it is real.
It's the prison around my mind.
Where the images of my torment are replayed in this hell that's mine.
Suicide whispers in my ears.
Begging me to make this disappear.
Trapped in this dark cage which I cannot escape.
Will an answer ever take shape?
No, you are not flawed or unattractive.
Are you going to let them tell you how to live?
Just because they turn away,
Does not mean you shouldn't stay.
Shallow, hollow, that's all they are.
Hiding the disease of imperfection, painting over all the things that mar.
Do not let them bring you down.
Lift your head now.
Arms folded across my chest.
They mock and I close my eyes, longing for death.
A Submissive's PromiseA Submissive's PromiseA Submissive's Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I submit to you my love
My master and divine
I kneel before your greatness
I fold my hands behind
I bow my head in reverence
You let me kiss your feet
I pray a silent prayer
And soon our two lips meet
I promise to be loyal
To be true on all accounts
My body belongs to you now
Every dripping aching ounce
I obey every command
Every statement, every curse
I lay down before your eyes
I lay down upon the earth
You bind my arms behind me
You pin my legs apart
You lash me with great fervor
You beat my once dead heart
My blood may spill upon the floor
My screams may reach the sky
But the immense amount of pride I feel
Is enough to make me cry
For I love you more than anything
You never judge and never hurt
You bring my pain to pleasure love
My duties I'd never shirk
Treated like a worthless pet
Degraded like a dog
Turns me on like no one could
The pleasures like a fog
It rolls throughout my body
Taking sanity as it goes
And I lose my mind to you dear
Madness blooming lik
Gasp (Scarecrow/Riddler) Edward flinched when Crane suddenly lunged for him, but gasped as…As the thin, cruel mouth connected with his. He just stood, stunned, for a moment, before closing his eyes. Crane’s mouth opened just slightly, Edward following suit merely out of curiosity--and then moaned quietly as an adventurous tongue probed gently into his mouth, as though requesting permission. He moaned again, louder, with an answering groan from Crane, as they began to move together, exploring, tasting, wanting.Gasp (Scarecrow/Riddler)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
They flew apart suddenly, gasping for air, foreheads resting against one another.
Crane’s blue eyes were wide beneath his shaggy mop of dark hair, his panting mouth open. He looked shocked by his own actions.
There was a moment of gasping, wet silence and shared breath; Eddie brought a shaky hand up to the freckled face, the flushed skin.
With a feral growl, Crane captured his mouth again,
bdsmi want your nails digging into my thighsbdsm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
painting murals with my blood
and i want your teeth at my jugular
biting into my rapid pulse
and i want your ropes binding my wrists
bruising the undamaged skin
and i want your blindfold obscuring my sight
denying me the privilege of you
and i want your gag suffocating me
stifling anything i want to say
and i want your sadistic love
knowing it's all i deserve
Depression's GraspThe dirt is cold and blackDepression's Grasp1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath your feet,
Shaking as the hands rise back up,
Gripping your ankles, and yanking.
Their nails dig into your skin,
Crimson life pouring out of you,
Splattered on the Earth.
You shudder, and shriek,
A million thoughts bombarding your head.
"This can't be happening again,
This can't happen to me again!
I beat it last time!"
But, sure enough, your foolishness
Gets the better of you,
The better of boths sides that you hate.
As the hands pull you under, you breath
Heavy, no longer screaming, accepting it.
You choke on the rocks and mud,
Blinded, the last and only light in a world
Consumed by darkness vanishing as you sink.
Little do you know, this only continues because
You forgot you could kick at those hands.
Writings In Lipstick- BipolarThere is writing on my mirror.Writings In Lipstick- Bipolar3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Writing in lipstick,
Charting my feelings,
The feelings I feel,
Each day I add
To the growing mirror mural,
And now it is so covered
I can barely see myself.
Today was amazing everything went right and it felt as though everything I worked towards paid off and I've never been so happy in my whole entire life I'm so happy I cannot sleep I just want to dance and sing and walk and never stop and live and live until the world ends.
Look at you. Staring at me. Who do you think you are?
Nothing you have ever achieved has been substantial. Why do you think you're so special.
You may as well end it all.
I'm so happy he loves me and he told me he loves me and I love him and now I think everything is special again and I don't know but I'll be happy now and he won't ever let me fall I promise I won't fall again I won't eat pills I won't cut my arms because he'll always be there to catch me and keep m
HopelessI cling to his hand (sometimes with a few fingers, sometimes with both hands) as we browse vegetables and fish in the supermarket, for I am hopelessly attached to his gentle touch. People have always said that my fingers are long and my hands are big for a girl (proving their point by aligning their palms and digits with mine. I usually feel like a giant when this happens). But in his hands they are small, feminine, soft, my thumbs dwarfed, slender.Hopeless3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And I am hopelessly out of control when we cook dinner together, when he looks deep into my eyes as he touches me, kisses me, and oh, God, when he listens, laughs (God, to hear his laugh). In these brief moments I can forget the truth, the way of life I have adopted years ago.
Because, on other occasions I grip my pillow hard, attempt to silence the sobs, shiver in the cold of the dorm room (in the dormitory of a college not meant for me, never meant for me). I feel like I am nothing wanting to be nothing (a word permanent in the tremors of
The DarknessDarkness is my comfort.The Darkness8 years ago in Open More Like This
It protects me from my fears,
Hides me from them.
In the dark I can watch the light,
Without the light watching me.
The darkness understands me,
It does not judge me;
In the dark we all look the same.
It wards off those who fear the dark;
The ones that seek to harm me.
Darkness is my only ally,
In the war I fight alone;
The war in my head.
Dreaded Questions"how are you"Dreaded Questions1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How many time
have you heard
Most of the
time though, it's
How many of
you sucked it
and then when
asked the dreaded
"how are you"
you put on
a smile and said
you know about
the slash marks
lined up like soldiers
on your wrist.
You are not
alone in this.
Fight (Riddler/Loki) The Riddler has been fighting again, Loki notes with irritation--and the fainest tinge of worry. He shoves that to the back of his mind, perhaps for later investigation. There are more urgent matters to attend to.Fight (Riddler/Loki)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The ginger has curled up in a corner, huddled there like a little child as he cradles his head in trembling hands. From the beginning, Loki has known that this one must be kept separated from Selvig and the others, but he could not have anticipated these random bouts of resistance.
He glides silently to the mortal's corner, notes with an unknown emotion the blood under his nails.
The mortal starts, cringes, shrinks away from his superior. His eyes are still the proper blue but it flickers strangely, faintly.
"Sstop it," he hisses, pawing feebly at his own chest with distressingly bloody fingers, "get...get out of me."
Life Without YouWashing machine rages,Life Without You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spinning out of control,
Just like my life,
When you left long ago.
Dog still sleeps
At the foot of the bed,
And your pillow still lies
Untouched by your head.
Alarm clock rings
Once for you, once for me,
And I still look for you,
In all of my dreams.
I couldn't bear to touch
Your clothes on the floor,
So still they lie there,
with your smell no more.
Your toothbrush still sits
On the bathroom sink,
I can't seem to throw away
So much of your things.
Your absence is scary,
I still want you back.
But heaven now has you,
And my life seems so black.
The Bipolar poemI was so excited when you calledThe Bipolar poem6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I could barly talk.
Although I don't sound excited, I really am.
Bursting on the inside with happyness and glee.
I make awkward silence becuase i don't know what to say.
Theres a million and one things to say.
I can't even begin to tell you how much i missed you.
Words don't cut it.
But when you hang up the phone.
I wonder if your calling her..
Is she better than me?
More exciting and fun?
Of course she is..
You said you loved her..
Never to me though.
Why am I never good enough?
Becuase I'm boring
Becuase I'm not exciting
Becuase I'm quite
And a thousand more flaws.
I hurt inside knowing your talking to her.
Forgetting about me.
You say you never want to make me sad.
But I'm sad now, and you'll never know,
How much you mean to me
But you threw it away..
The Women's RulesRule #1: Never admit defeat.The Women's Rules7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Rule #1.2: You are never wrong, there are simply times when you're not right.
Rule #1.3: Even if you're not right, everyone else is still wrong.
Rule #2: Being a bitch is a GOOD thing, no matter what any other stupid bitch says.
Rule #3: If only you laugh, it's still funny.
Rule #3.2: If only someone else laughs, it's just stupid.
Rule #4: I like eggs.
Rule #5: If someone says something you don't like, you have every right to spork their eyes out.
Rule #5.2: If you say something someone else doesn't like, tough shit for them.
Rule #6: If a hot guy stares at you it's okay.
Rule #6.2: If a hot guy stares at someone else it's rude.
Rule #7: You have every right to grab someone's ass, as long as their face doesn't resemble one.
Rule #8: You are never out of shape. Round is a shape, too!
Rule #9: A whore is worse than a slut. A slut is worse than a bitch. A bitch rules all.
Rule #10: If someone should compliment you, they are always secretly saying something mea
Growing UpForget the teddy bears,Growing Up9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forget the night-light.
No more stories,
No more kisses good night.
No more fairy tales,
No more stories that
Have happy endings,
No more hero's that,
Save the planet.
This isn't a fantasy,
You really are getting older,
Imagination completely gone.
It's time to grow up,
Time to be brave,
Time to say goodbye,
To those innocent ways.
It's time to develop,
Time to evolve,
Time to grow up,
Time to become an adult,
And go my own way.
It's time to say goodbye,
To those younger days,
I went from ponytails, baby dolls,
Bicycles and training wheels,
To a license, prom, dates,
And high heels.
Growing up will change me so,
My childhood I must now let go.
Growing up is strange to do,
But it is something I have to
Look forward to.
DarknessDarkness...Darkness9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's in every heart.
It keeps love and death apart.
The light pushes hard
and so does the dark.
When they push to hard your heart will burst.
So be sure to belive the light first.
Run from it.
Hide from it.
Whatever you do don't ever go all the way through.