bdsmi want your nails digging into my thighsbdsm5 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
CageI walk with my head down.Cage4 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.
Life Without YouWashing machine rages,Life Without You5 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.
LonelyThere's this meaningless, nothingness in my chest...Lonely6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A back hole of dark despair.
Something that nothing can fill
No matter how hard I try.
What ever the addiction I play
The nothingness just spreads.
Up, up around to my heart and stomach
Love - Null. Appetite - Gone.
Devouring anything inside it's path.
What does it want?
When will it stop?
CageLove is said to beCage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The greatest in power
I feel my heart soar
When I feel You in this hour
Thoughts fill my mind
Things I may inquire
When one thing is burning
This simple little desire
I have no room for hate
It's not welcome, truly,
And yet for some reason
It seems to rush right to me
It makes me worry
This feeling in my heart
It feels like a knife
this black piece of art
I have no reason
to feel this dark feeling
Why is it there?
My head and heart is reeling
Fill my heart with Love
Oh Lord, Oh Prince of Peace
Take this far away from me
I want this thing to cease
It pulls, tugs, and reels
This hurtful feeling of fear
I need Your help in every way
I need You to draw me near
My heart is asking "why?"
My mind is full of rage
I need the Spirit's Loving Hand
Pulling me out of this cage
Fill me Lord with Your Spirit
Remind me of Your Love
Let me feel forgiveness
Resting gently like a Dove
This hurt is deep within me
Hear my pleading cries
My heart is filled with emotion
And hot tears fill
Writings In Lipstick- BipolarThere is writing on my mirror.Writings In Lipstick- Bipolar4 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
Heroes: Ray of HopeHeroes: Ray of Hope3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The war had ended in the night as quickly as it had begun. The city raged below, the people pulling together in their time of crisis, working to put back their broken city. Their homes. Their lives.
Two watchful figures stood on an overlooking hillside outside the city, their eyes shining in the glow of the fires below. A man and a boy. Silent. Their long capes swayed with the wind, though they were unmoved.
"It's strange to see them working together like that. Usually they're clawing each others throats," the boy said, breaking the lull.
He saw the man move, but only slightly. The darkness gave their emotions cover. "There will come a day when the world no longer needs heroes like you and me. Humanity will find that it's able to stand on its own, without out help," the man said to the younger as they watched over the work they had set in motion continuing in the city below.
"Maybe," the boy said quietly. He wanted to believe his mentor, but he had seen too much evil to thin
Welcome to Arkham (Riddler)Hearing the tell-tale screech of the Batmobile, the inmates of Arkham Asylum that were still awake grumbled or began calling out to see who was being dragged back this time. The first thing they heard was someone grumbling and threatening the Dark Knight, nothing really new as the same threats had been muttered time and time again. Though the person who was muttering them was an unfamiliar face, prompting the attention of the inmates as the news spread like wild-fire, many pressing out to see who was so deserving of Batman personally escorting them to their new cell. A male that was a foot or so shorter than Batman was being pushed forward, cracked glasses with purple lenses barley hanging onto his face, his bright green eyes almost acidic as he glared at Batman after almost falling onto his face after a forceful shove. His red hair was sticking up in several directions due to sweat and some drying blood, making it look almost comical if it weren’t for the situation he was in. HiWelcome to Arkham (Riddler)1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
WomenWomen.Women5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Men's greatest mystery.
A bag full of riddles and questions.
One half of the thing we call society.
Living just like they should.
Letting men rule the world since the begin of ages.
Being suppressed by men as long as men can remember.
You can't live with or without them.
Are we happy to have them?
It's the first thing that hugs you when you're born.
After carrying and caring for you for 9 months straight.
Sometimes you call her mom.
The most special woman ever.
Everybody has a mother, but only one.
So take care of her, before it's too late.
There are also women called girlfriends or wives.
Take care of them, or you'll lose more than you want.
A man can't go without one.
Even if it's just a friend.
More important then a man knows, even i don't know the importance of a female human.
And i'll never know, that's what makes them so damn beautiful.
Thank you for being with us,
One-shot: A Shadow's SadnessA Shadow’s SadnessOne-shot: A Shadow's Sadness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pitch Black was alone in his Shadow kingdom. He made sure none of his nightmares and fearlings were around and sat down on the floor with his back against the wall.
He may have seemed tough around the Guardians and others, but when in reality, he wasn’t near as tough as he liked to make himself appear.
Pitch sighed as he took out a locket with a fading picture that looked even more faded from his trying to scratch away the picture. But no matter what he did, it was still there, and with it the very memory of his long-lost daughter.
Every time he looked at it, he could feel the very humanity of him take over. It was the part of him that he hated so very much. He felt so weak knowing he had that sliver of humanity left. All of it lying with the locket of his daughter and the very memory of her. He wanted to get rid of every shred of humanity he had left, but he knew deep down inside that he couldn’t.
He may not know it, but at one time, he was
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)3 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,
When true love dies...I told myself I was gonna do it rightWhen true love dies...8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if I could just have you in my life again.
But I was wrong, you broke my heart
just like you did back then.
I thought second chances meant
to start over new and get things right.
Now I know thats a bunch of bullshit,
you only go through the same pain twice.
I shouldnt have let you wander
and let your love go astray.
All the freedom that I gave you
only made you go away.
I trusted that you would stay loyal,
you told me that youd always be honest.
Well, we can see how well that worked out
you went and broke your promise.
Dont you say that I didnt care
because I gave you room to breathe.
I only let you do what you want
because I didnt want you to leave.
All I ever wanted
was a little bit of your time.
You barely gave me any,
but I gave you all of mine.
Its the little things that matter;
thats what we used to promise each other.
But now youve gone and let me down
to share that promise
The Bipolar poemI was so excited when you calledThe Bipolar poem7 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..
4554551N4554551N2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Accessing Hyperion Bounty Files…Please Stand By…
Files accessed. Opening “Vault Hunter” file.
Searching File…Please Stand By…
Hyperion Bounty File Located.
Hyperion Bounty #: 0000000000
Wanted for: Political Assassination and seeking of the Vault.
“How Interesting. These people claim to know me. Let’s see what they know.”
Zer0 hacked away at the files on the computer, looking into what the Hyperion corporation knew about him, and his acquaintances.
“Name: ‘Doctor’ Zed…”
“Name: General Alfonso Knoxx…”
“Name: Doctor Ned…”
All these men and women inside Hyperions bounty files. Some for no other reason than “Wanted Test Subject”.
He ventured back to Hyperions own history of himself, seeing if they had the entire story.
IceWouldn't it be niceIce8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If my heart was made of ice
And I was empty shell,
No memories nor secrets to tell?
Wouldn't it be safer for me
If blank my eyes could be
And my soul a stone wall
Behind it, hiding all.
Wouldn't it be convenient to you
If I pretended I never knew
And my hand was cold to touch,
Then yours wouldn't sting so much.
And then I'd fade until I disappear
Act as if I'd never been here,
And you had never loved me,
If made of ice my heart could be
I'm Not Dead, Let's Have Dinner(Riddler/Scarecrow) Edward sits heavily on the desk, only dimly aware of the action. Shaking fingers worry at the burlap in his hands, trying, as they have been for days, to rub out the awful, dark stains. The dried blood isn't even crusty anymore, it's been so ground into the fabric.I'm Not Dead, Let's Have Dinner(Riddler/Scarecrow)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Edward doesn't think he can even cry anymore. He just sits, numb, the entire world as dark and vague as the shadowy warehouse around him. It feels so empty without Jonathan.
Something buzzes against his thigh. His phone. A text alert.
He almost throws it. How dare the rest of the world go about their business? Don't they know that he died with Jonathan?
He takes it in a cold hand, doesn't recognize the number. Not that it surprises him. The entire world has been unrecognizable, an alien void for almost a week.
The screen makes an irritating little beep when he pulls up the tex
Stirred... not ShakenFor many years, I was a hollow woman. It was as if a part of me was frozen and dead and had simply withered away. Like old ice cubes in the freezer tray. When I began to thaw, tingling along the edges, I was confused. I struggled to understand. Finally, I knew only that I had to walk away, to find somewhere warmer, somewhere I could grow again and find those bits of me that had been under ice for so long.Stirred... not Shaken8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
As the chill receded, I felt the first flickerings of a heat I had not felt in so long. Flames of creativity, desire, curiousity. I began to write again. I began to photograph. I wanted to document, for myself, this new-old me. I wanted to fall in love... with myself, with the person I had been before the numbness had set in, and with the person I was becoming once again.
Along the way, I fell in love with others. But perhaps I was still too frozen. Perhaps I was trying too hard to feel that heat. Perhaps I simply wasn't me enough to be clear. I lost a few friendships, bruised some ot
It's Not LoveIt's Not Love (but it hurts like it)It's Not Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He says things to her that I wish men said to me.
Things like - the image of your beauty
will press in on the eyelids of men
your departure from this lifetime.
Things like - you make me feel like being myself
is not just acceptable but it is wonderful!
That I, being the only me I could ever possibly be,
is proof positive of a chaotic world
creating love and life and joy -
and that no one else but me
could make you smile the way you do.
Things like - I don't need you.
If you were gone I could breathe,
I could pump blood,
I could spit
I could do anything I wanted to -
but I would not want to.
I wouldn't want to do anything
without you by my side.
Things like - I'm always here for you,
because I prioritise the things that matter to me
and you are at the top
- so if that means I can't pay my rent
because I had to come save you
from the fog in your heart - and I lost my job - fuck it.
I'll still come.
...But try not to mak
The Dark Knight of Gotham (Fresh Prince tune)The Dark Knight of GothamThe Dark Knight of Gotham (Fresh Prince tune)2 years ago in Humor More Like This
To the tune of “The Fresh Prince of Bel-air”
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside-down
And I want to take a moment; just sit down, man!
I'll tell you how I became the Dark Knight of a place called Gotham
On the outskirts of Gotham City, born and raised
In Wayne Manor was where I spent most of my days
Hanging out with Alfred, and being all rich
Finding arrow-heads and batcaves - life went off without a hitch...
...Until a guy called Joe Chill, who was all out of money
Just went and shot my parents right in front of me
The mob shot before I could, so I ran far away
Learned to fight by night and think like scum by day
So then I came back to Gotham and I set things straight
Alfred helped me make a costume (his sewing skills are first-rate)
I dressed up like a bat-man with a cape and cowl
Made mobsters shit their trousers with one throat-scarring growl
So I beat up the mob, and beat up the Scarecrow
I beat up the Joker, a
A Dish Best Served Cold, Part I, PateWayne Manor, evening. As the sun begins to set over the manor, Damian Wayne sits in an armchair in the study, glowering. He's in a suit, tie, and red converse sneakers.A Dish Best Served Cold, Part I, Pate2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Damian: Why do we have to do this stupid party to honor Kane?
Alfred turns from his last minute dusting
Alfred: Master Damian, your father wants to introduce Master Joseph to Gotham society. Master Joseph is of your family's social class; and despite the fact he may be subserviant to your father in work matters, he is close to being your father's equal in society. And his family is known in New York society. It's a matter of propriety.
Damian: But why now? My favorite show is on tonight...
Alfred: Because in between settling into a new city, new jobs, and your little escapade with Master Wilkes against your mother, Masters Joseph and Sam haven't had a chance to be introduced nor was there time to organize.
Dick, in a tuxedo, enters the room
Dick: And I wanted to be here to give Joseph moral support. *cartwheels and flip
Batman: Feelgood Medicine Chapter 1The man ran through the alleyways of Gotham, panting and sweating. His eyes were wild with fear. His clothes were ripped to shreds. He didn't know what went wrong. A few hours ago, he had been fulfilling his dream of being a playboy. Girls encircling his arms and filling his bed, champagne by the bottle, the best tables...now he was back to being an accountant and the Doctor was coming to get payment for the bill.Batman: Feelgood Medicine Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I know I have a few more tablets!" the man swore, scrambling through his pockets for a bottle, a capsule, a baggie of the drug that made his confident, that opened doors for him. He tripped over a garbage can and fell head over heels and into a wall. The man groaned in agony as he tried to stand.
A soft voice whispered on the wind, "Mr. Kowalski...I've come for payment...."
Kowalski turned, whimpering. He couldn't see anyone. But he knew the voice; the voice of the man who gave him the pills, promising that they and positive thinking would give him his deepest desires. What
More Wayne Manor VignettesWhile Alfred is cooking something, Sam enters reading a book.More Wayne Manor Vignettes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Alfred: *not even turning around* Dinner is not for another hour, Master Sam.
Sam: But you're cooking already.
Alfred: This is for Master Bruce's dinner. He eats a tad "cleaner" than the rest of you.
Sam: You mean like grilled chicken, brown rice, no sweets?
Alfred: How do you know about that?
Sam: Joey used to eat like that until he took me in; which meant a lot more time on cardio for him.
Alfred: And as he isn't crimefighting at the moment, I don't think he minds not having Master Bruce's diet. He is still pretty active in his own way, but doesn't need to be primed for battle.
Sam: Yep. Umm...what are you cooking?
Alfred: It's a type of fish.
Sam comes over to where Alfred is cooking, he sees a branzino being pan-fried. He then looks a tad queasy.
Alfred: Want some?
Sam: Umm...no thanks; I don't like eating anything that still has a face on it.
Damian then walks in,