Come With MeA little girl with tear filled eyesCome With Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ran silent down the hall.
She didn't want to hear the sound
Of the noise beyond the walls.
She reached her room as the tears began
Falling softly down her cheeks.
It seemed that nothing could stop the tears
That came to her throughout the weeks.
Safe in her room she cried and cried
Not caring who might hear.
Perhaps someone could come and help her
Calm all of her fears.
Now as she cried a breeze came by
Through the window that was open.
And with tear filled eyes the girl looked up
And prayed a prayer unspoken.
"Please stop these things, oh please, my Lord.
And show them they are wrong.
Send an angel down to show us right
By words or yet by song."
The wind that came took away her prayer
High up into the heavens
Where an angel sat looking down
On the little girl of seven.
He' d heard her prayer, though silent it was
And pity touched his heart.
He could go to her and comfort her
He could maybe help in part.
With a careful leap the angel left
His perch u
Queen of DelusionsThe outside doesn’t countQueen of Delusions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the inside is burning hate
Jealousy devising vicious schemes
To drag everyone else down
Confined to your own deceit
Controlled by your own delusion
That you are the queen
But you’re strung upon the gallows
As you should
Surrounded by the darkness you emit
Taunted by the face in the nightmares
It only drags you deeper
Towards your own demise
Honesty????A sweet dark perfume that entices and luresHonesty????2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lingering smoke that successfully obscures
Behind these masks how do we really know
What is fantasy, desire, reality or just show
Whispered promises that will never come true
Where honesty is buried under a sultry brew
Lies are quite frequent and spread far and wide
While honesty they always very carefully hide
So be careful when you willingly enter this place
Where deceit often hides behind an honest face
How To Survive As A VampireBy Luther B Campbell, Hartview Vampire SocietyHow To Survive As A Vampire2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you are reading this, this is because you
have been recently been turned into a vampire
and unsure of what to do next.
Don't worry. That's what this guide is here for.
First off, we're sorry of what had happened. None
of this is your fault, it happened against your will,
and we're here to help.
Compared to the olden days where one is left to fend
for his or herself after being turned into one,
nowadays, we keep an eye out for each other, show
them the ropes and best methods of survival, giving
them to live peacefully without bringing any attention
I am sure that in your past life, you have heard, read,
or watched material dedicated to vampires. Some
of it is true, but keep in mind that these materials are
made by individuals with little to no knowledge on how
They did get one essential component right.
Namely, vampires are quite sensitive towards sunlight, beginning
from 0800 Hours until 1900 hours. Your sk
tonighttonight i'll take my lifetonight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tonight i won't care
tonight i'll pretend
tonight i'll be
tonight i won't count
tonight i'll take my life
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 2It’s been a few days since your argument with your mom. She seemed to stop mentioning Laughing Jack, probably because of your father. You’re sitting on the couch with your parents. Your mom is reading a magazine and your dad is flipping through the channels. You haven’t seen Jack in a while, and you hope he’s alright. He’s normally back the next morning.A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Caroline also hasn’t been at school either. Nobody knows what happened to her, not even the teacher. You guess she’s sick. You might stop by her house later today.
It’s about seven thirty at night, your dad eventually stops on the evening news channel. Your mom looks up, slightly intrigued.
“The average temperatures in (T/N) for Friday afternoon are 80 to 85 degrees Fahrenheit. The low is 70 degrees and the high is 90…” The news man said. Just as your dad was about to change the channel to something more interesting:
“In more important news, police have foun
A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 3(12 YEARS LATER)A Tale of Nightmares (LJXReader) Part 32 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are now 20 years old, and it’s the second night in your very first apartment. You’re in your new room, unpacking all of your clothes and other boxes. As you bend down to get more clothes out of the box, you notice another smaller box labeled “Old”. You put the clothes down on your bed and cut the tape open with a kitchen knife.
You open it up to find several toys and trinkets from when you were a kid that you never wanted to get rid of. You get out a coloring and activity book and look through it, chuckling at yourself at how messy you were. But, a few pages in, you notice that some of them are actually very neat. The pages were actually filled inside the lines, and the colors were either correct, or in a rainbow pattern.
You get an odd feeling for some reason, like there’s a certain detail you’re missing. You shrug it off. Your parents probably just helped you or something like that. You put the coloring book back in the box. Yo
A sweet goodbyeWell my dear its been a good show,A sweet goodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i guess it's time i let you go.
I tried to get you to see,
but you were too oblivious to realize it was me.
I just wanted to hold you tight,
to be the one who makes you feel alright.
I was a fool to think i could be,
anything close to what you are to me.
Silly little me too blind to see,
that i could never mean to you what you mean to me.
You may be a fool but i love you all the same,
but i think its time to end this game.
So now its time for me to go,
but i thought i should let you know.
I still want you to see,
you will always be special to me.
Demon on the Stairs Demon on the StairsDemon on the Stairs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was once a Demon who lived at the bottom of my stairs. Never moving, never blinking, always staring that all knowing stare. I sense no malice or anger from this demon, all he ever does is sit there and stare that all knowing stare. I've tried talking to to this Demon who lived at the bottom of my stairs, asked what he wanted, but he just sits there and stares. Over time I grew used to this Demon always sitting there, always staring. But one day he disappeared and never came back. I never did learn what happened to this Demon. This Demon who stared that all know stare. But now there's something else, now there's a Monster who lives under my bed, a Monster who smiles that all know smile.
Laughing Jack's new toys~ [Chapter 1]Laughing Jack sat at the table in this kitchen tapping his foot. He was looking at the once white kitchen stained with all kinds of food and blood. He hated the mess but was too lazy to clean. He tapped his finger on his chin thinking of ways to get no only the kitchen clean but the rest of the house.Laughing Jack's new toys~ [Chapter 1]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He thought about using the mirror he had recently acquired, much like the one in snow white but evil. If one stands in front of it they will see themselves, but how they would be after the most important life changing moment. But he didn’t want another him running around. He considered having the children clean but most didn’t have the arms to do it.
He needed a maid. He had other maid’s before but girls always show to much skin for Laughing Jack’s liking. Mainly because he didn’t like girls that way. He preferred his toys male, and fairly young. Of course nothing younger than 18. He looked over at the fridge, blood hand prints stained the door. his last toy
Wake Up, DorothyWell, they took my nameWake Up, Dorothy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah, they stole it all
They said, “Little girl, you’ll be a barbie doll.”
We'll buy all your friends
You’ll be the perfect size
You’ll be the first place golden ribbon Nobel prize
But you can't be gay
We’d rather you’d be bi
They said, “Sex is what sells, sweetie; so, don’t be shy.”
We’ll dress you up
You’ll be designer chic
You’ll be the hottest little thing in the news this week
We’ll hide your dirty laundry
While we wash your mind
They said, “Wake up, Dorothy; you’ve left Kansas behind.”
So, I wrecked myself
Yeah, like they planned I would
I said, “Long live the dying heroes of Hollywood."
They can bury me under
But the dirt will cave
I said, “You can’t keep a living spirit locked in a grave.”
Clear InsanityI've lost my mind,Clear Insanity2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But you're the one being tricked,
You let your mind deceive you,
Yet I'm the lunatic.
What you see is an illusion,
It's just a disguise,
The voices have shown me,
What escapes the eye.
While blood drips from my wrist,
I spell out my name,
Is that name really mine?
Are my reflection and I the same?
I know now that,
I am not human, merely,
Now that I'm insane,
I can finally think clearly.
IfIf pain was music how would it sound?If2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If rage was a rope how would one be bound?
If love was a flavor how would it taste?
If hate was food how much would we waste?
If jealousy could be touched how would it feel?
If sadness was a perfume would it have appeal?
If anger was a liquid how hot would it be?
If death was a window what would we see?
My AngelTake my heart,My Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take my soul,
Keep them safe,
Til we grow old.
You are my light,
You are my cradle,
You shine so bright,
My beautiful angel.
I'll love you til the end of time,
I've loved you even before you were mine,
I'll love you til im dead and gone,
Cause you are my chosen one.
On that day,
I pass away,
I'll have one thing left to say,
I love you.
Nightmares AgainWake upNightmares Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not fall back asleep
For in your dreams you will surely die
Colors BleedAs I gaze into the mirrorColors Bleed2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A vibrant visage screams to be freed.
I start to see myself much clearer
As I watch my colors bleed.
Now the world looks so abstract
Surrounding me, the absence lay.
All quite contrived, to be exact
Why did the colors fade away?
My footprints stamp the ground in teal
Before they wither into dust.
A monochromatic bestial
Is tarnishing my skin with rust.
My crimson hands have lost their touch
My amber hues have been diluted.
My emerald eyes don’t see that much
I feel my spectrum is polluted.
Then I spot a lavender trail
Like a beacon amidst the void.
It shows me life can still prevail
And not all colors are destroyed.
With my colors all but dead
I found what I’d been searching for.
With much avail, the trail had led
Me to a girl of colors yore.
Her eyes dripped shades of indigo
That swirled with skin of harvest gold.
She exhaled with a pinkish glow
Yet her demeanor felt so cold.
With silver hair, and vacant stare
She poured out in a wistful plea.
how to cure depression1.how to cure depression2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
go into the shower.
put the heat as high
as it will go and watch
your skin turn scarlet.
savor the pain.
[it's the only way you know
that you're not dead.]
lather your loofah
with too much soap.
scrub your body
as hard as you can.
pretend depression is filth,
and you're simply washing it off.
don't stop until your skin is raw
and red and the tears are warm
and flow without restraint.
[letting the tears out
is the only way to keep from drowning.]
sit in the bottom of the shower
and cry as loud as needed.
use the noise to muffle your tears.
try not to feel the sobs
as they rack your body too hard.
[everything is too goddamn hard.]
pretend you're ok.
when people ask,
lie and say your fine.
[know you're not fine.]
when your body is drowning,
try and learn to swim.
know it won't work
Black HeartBlack heart, darker that the night.Black Heart2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The universe itself, is scarred and frighted,
Because this girl, that no other could fight.
Stood there proudly, no fear, no sight.
Yes, indeed she was blind,
But she was worth ten mans a line.
No, the lie itself is not intriguing,
Because he soul wasn't living.
She died a cold night
The universe cried
Well, it was scarred of her
But her loss, cost a lot
In that horrible war
She ended all
Fighting the Lord
Lord Scott was his name
Not a Scottish
What a shame
I don't know why I write this poem
Maybe I'm angry
Maybe I drowned
In the lies I filled myself
Cause this girl
Was a thief
Not a hero
Not a teen
But a well payed murderer
That her kill was a sin
The GirlThe girl with perfect attendance.The Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The girl who had straight A's.
The girl whom the teachers liked,
and respected everyone.
She wasn't the prettiest girl.
She wasn't the funniest girl.
She knew she wasn't even close to the best,
but she didn't care.
Now that girl sits at home.
Now that girl is all alone.
Now that girl cries and wonders;
why does only she feel the pain?
She doesn't know why they choose to hurt her,
but she knows there are knives in the kitchen,
and rope and trees outside in the yard,
and there's always the pistol in Daddy's sock drawer.
Then the girl just smiles and laughs;
for she gets to decide when she doesn't want to feel the pain anymore
Creepypasta: The Doll MakerCreepypasta: The Doll Maker2 years ago in Horror More Like This
The Doll Maker
There once was a man who made beautiful dolls of all shapes and sizes. He even made life sized dolls. Many requested these expensive and exquisite dolls and though these dolls brought the humble man a lot of money he lived modestly with his young son Vine.
The young boy was fascinated by his father’s work. The doll parts and finished dolls filled the home. Each was unique and had their own beautiful personality. Vine would watch in fascination as his father would paint the delicate lips upon their pale faces. He wanted to be just like his father someday and create gorgeous works of art.
One day a rich business man requested an ornate life sized doll from the humble doll maker, he went by the name Gier. However the doll maker refused to make the doll upon discovering Gier was crooked and wanted the doll for perverted means. Gier grew enraged at the makers refusal, so enraged that he sent hired arms to get rid of the doll maker.
The doll makers home was set ab
Fake How are you?Fake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am fine, thank you.
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
It's No Time For GamesDumped and left behindIt's No Time For Games2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a stupid little game.
Concocted in your head
as a chance for lover’s fame.
She comes with a message,
a warning she shall send.
A victim on the loose,
a friend out for revenge.
Gripped by the shoulders,
shirt tearing at the seams.
Leaning in closer,
she whispers and she screams.
“She’ll haunt your nightmares
in a manner most hostile.
And God help your soul
on the day she goes postal.”
The Girl with the SmileThe girl with the smile stands alone;The Girl with the Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People pass her by without even a single glance.
Her troubled mind is unknown to the outside world;
A happy outer shell covers a deep black hole within.
The girl with smile is always there.
When others stand back with fear;
She helps them overcome what stands in the way,
But what happens when she's scared?
The girl with the smile is alone.
No one is there to lead her;
Forced to stare her fear in the face,
And to struggle to overcome to move on with her life.
The girl with the smile is always there.
She lends a shoulder to those who cry;
A laugh to those who are depressed,
But what happens when she cries?
The girl with the smile is alone.
No shoulder or laugh to make her better;
Forced to live out the sorrow of her life,
And to bottle up her emotions so no one can see.
The girl with the smile is always there.
Watching as everyone's life was passing by;
No one ever asks her how she feels,
What does she do to let go of her unwanted feelings?