DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.Desperation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
MusicWhat music meansMusic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is much more than perceived.
Not something new
which only speaks of
money, cars, and weed.
Something much better,
where the emotions are felt
down to the last letter.
Music has saved lives,
keeping insanity at bay.
Maybe that's why
I listen to it all day.
but the music talks.
Keeping death away
with the words sung.
When words cannot express,
showing true feelings
and nothing less.
Backed in corners of life
as reality approaches
pulling a knife,
blast a song,
scare away the demon.
Music is a savior
which can do no wrong.
BrokenDoes anybody truly understand?Broken4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m worn down
I can’t continue like this
You look at me and say,
“It can’t truly be that bad”
I stare blankly at them
Debating if I should defend my feelings
To some pompous jerk who doesn’t really understand
“Stop being dramatic”
A tear comes to my eye
I turn my face
The last thing I want to do is show weakness to a cold-hearted miscreant
Whose trespasses include causing emotional damage and sadism
“Why does that bother you? It doesn’t bother anyone else”
I turn away completely now
For I can no longer breathe
I decide not to bother
Because they will never see
The nights I cry alone in my room
The smiles that I fake
The anxiety that rises up in me
When something triggers the memories
For I wish I could explain
The reasoning behind it
Because maybe if i could
I wouldn’t look at myself as broken
Daddy IssuesRory asks River why she saved the Doctor in Berlin.Daddy Issues2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Why did you save the Doctor?” Rory asked.
River stopped with a cracker halfway to her mouth. “What?”
They were sitting on a bench, feeding crackers to the ducks, waiting for Amy and the Doctor to return. They’d just saved 1912 Paris from being overrun by giant ants in the sewers.
Amy and the Doctor were taking the homeless man who had helped them, back to his family.
“What do you mean?” River asked, brow wrinkled as she tossed the cracker to the ducks quacking at their feet.
“In Berlin,” Rory said, turning toward her on the bench. “You’d spent all that time as Mels, just waiting for him to turn up so you could kill him, then you saved him. Why?”
River stared at him as if he should know this. She pressed her lips together, as if she was thinking, her blue-green eyes steady on his.
Finally she came to a decision. “You nodded.”
teenlock: monday (meeting John's family)John Watson hates Mondays. Everyone hates Mondays: it is a widely accepted rule of anyone old enough to have to go to school or his or her job.teenlock: monday (meeting John's family)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This Monday, though... No, not this Monday. After all, it had been a week since he had met the mysterious Sherlock Holmes at the tube in the morning rush hour, and far too long according too John. Every day he had wondered if he would see him again. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. And on Friday, John had almost given up hope: maybe Sherlock only took the tube on Mondays? Maybe it had been only the once that Sherlock had taken the tube?
But here John was, in the tube and yet again pathetically hoping for the other boy to arrive. Staring at the words forming long sentences of his copy of The Lighthouse, he sat in his seat, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. Tomorrow, Sherlock had said. I'll see you again tomorrow? . His voice echoed in his head, reminding John of it sounding just a bit too low for his age, reminding him of his cur
FightingShe cries in the darkFighting1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the dead of the night
Next room over is fighting again
Her sobs silent
She tries to comfort her mother
Her brother too
She’s strong for them
But cries when she’s alone
In her head she’s dying
Self harm and suicide take over
She’s had to be strong for too long
She can’t anymore
This is the second set of pieces she’s had to pick up
First her parent’s divorce
Now a messy breakup
She can’t do it
She’s weak and sensitive
She’s strong when needed
She needs a break
Is that break when she slits her wrists for the final time
Only In PencilInk.Only In Pencil5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
All my mistakes
Some Things Should Never HappenOrdinary things, in the wrong hands...Some Things Should Never Happen2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Amy and Rory trotted out of their house pulling on their coats, smiling, happy to be going on another adventure.
River stepped out of the Tardis and shut the door behind her. She shook her head at them, her expression dire.
“You don’t want to go in there,” she said.
“Why not? What’s wrong?” Amy asked anxiously.
River shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“The Doctor’s discovered duct tape.”
The Face in the MirrorWhat was the War Doctor thinking when he met his future selves?The Face in the Mirror2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Really? You’re both me?”
He had a hard time believing it, he’d apparently regenerated young, and boy-band cute. Twice.
“Am I having a midlife crisis?”
He couldn’t believe how they reacted when he stepped forward. How could they be him, and yet have the instinct to draw a gun? Even after centuries of war he still disliked pointing guns at people. What had happened to him?
Was this what the Moment interface was talking about, what he would turn into?
Insecure, prone to meeting fear with violence? Surely not.
“The shoes bring the cool!” his pinstripey self said. “You wouldn’t understand the cool.”
“You couldn’t handle the cool,” his bow tie wearing incarnation sniped back.
He was accustomed to being a bit of a braggart, but this was something else. “Not since Richmond!” And that was
Paranoia.It feels likeParanoia.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every man who walks
behind me is lurking
around my front
waiting for someone
to leave the door open.
To Bare AllIf I was to bare all to youTo Bare All2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would be your reaction?
Would you hold me
As the wracking sobs left my body?
What if I told you
I wanted to let go?
Just free fall to the end
Would you pull me back?
Tell me to hold on?
Or would you look on
As I slowly destroy myself?
Sick River (Part 1 of 2)River Song was always the strong one, but what would the others do if she got sick?Sick River (Part 1 of 2)1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River took aim, wavered, her eyes rolled up and she passed out, falling over backward.
"River!" Rory just managed to catch her. He held her up, his hand went to her neck. "She's burning up!"
The aliens didn't stop firing at them, but with River no longer giving them covering fire, the bad guys were getting bold, advancing out from behind the barrels and bales that littered the smuggler's ship cluttered hallways.
They all ducked back behind the gold statue of "Freedom" which they had traced to this ship from the planet Kantaro, where it had been stolen. The smugglers were unwilling to risk melting the precious metal, which was the only thing keeping them safe at the moment.
"River?" Amy patted her cheeks with concern, giving her a harder smack when she didn't respond. Rory frowned at her, she frowned back. River wouldn't want to be unconscious if there was any alternative.
"Quick!" the Doctor said
Even InEven in the smallest momentsEven In2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even in the darkest hours
Even in the light filled seconds
There is something that continues to devour
It creeps up on us
Like a shadow
It follows us
Like the wind
It haunts our very being
Never to let go again
Yet despite the smallest moment
Yet despite the darkest hour
Yet despite the light filled second
There is something that fights off the devouring
Of our hearts
Of our dreams
Of our lives
Of our sanity
It stays with us
Like the warmth of summer
It protects us
Like a stronghold
It nurtures our very being
Never to leave us in the end
Baby NamesWhat would the Doctor and River name their child?Baby Names5 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Oh my god, River. We made a person!”
The Doctor stared up from the medical scanner screen in the Tardis sickbay, his eyes wide with awe. He stared back down at the small cluster of pink cells showing on the screen.
River, sitting on the diagnostic bed, grinned at him flirtily. “Not quite, Sweetie. She’s only four cells so far.”
“She? You know it’s a she?” he asked excitedly, his eyes so huge and gleaming he looked ready to burst with excitement.
“No, but I’ve got to use some pronoun.” She cocked her head at him. “Are you pleased?”
“Pleased? Pleased!” He whooped and scooped her up in a whirling dance, arms and legs going everywhere, bouncing her around until her hair bobbed and she started laughing.
“A baby, River! We’re going to have a baby! What will we name her?” He stopped dancing suddenly, h
He Sees You When You're SleepingRiver Song gets a visit from Santa in Stormcage. The Doctor's never gotten to play Santa before...He Sees You When You're Sleeping3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He was wearing special sound dampening shoes. He tiptoed across the aisle to peek into River's cell. She was there, curled up asleep, hugging her pillow. His heart did a little mushy flop at how cute she looked, all big curls and flushed cheek.
It was perfect!
He'd put the Tardis on silent, and he now set up a sound dampening cone and pointed it down the hall. Once he was sure it was working, he knelt by her cell door and quickly picked the lock. He didn't want to risk the sonic waking her up.
He grinned when the door slid silently open. He stood up and rubbed his hands. With an irrepressive grin he spun and dashed back into the Tardis.
It wasn't easy moving around River's cell without bumping into things, or causing enough of a draft to wake her up. He kept checking on her. She was frowning slightly in her sleep, but she seemed beat. She must have just got back from an adven
The First Time I Saw Him 'You got my heart in a headlock'The First Time I Saw Him2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- The Feeling.
I first saw him on a crisp, chilly morning in late October. I was late for work and therefore forced to break into a run in order to catch the 7:32 train. This is going to be one of those days, I thought to myself. Running as fast as I could in my uncomfortable work shoes, I rushed toward the train station, heart in mouth as I desperat
Old Married CoupleAmy and Rory find the Doctor and River en deshabille in the library...Old Married Couple2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor's hair was mussed. River's skirt was hiked up her legs, and her dress draped down over one bare shoulder.
When Amy and Rory walked into the library, the Doctor was sitting in a chair reading a book, while River was sitting on the sofa opposite him, reading a manuscript.
"So," Amy said, looking at their disheveled appearance, the books knocked over on the table between them, and River's shoes flung in the corner. "What have you two been up to?"
The Doctor looked up from his book. He held it up. "Reading."
"Uh, huh," Amy said, looking at the Doctor's jacket lying over the back of the couch beside River and the Doctor's one shoe that was off lying in a heap of books beside the coffee table.
"Why, Amy?" River asked innocently, rolling her scroll higher. "What do you think we were doing?" River gave her mother a thoroughly limpid look.
Amy put her hands on her hips. "Oh, don't give me that look."
JoyJoy isJoy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Memories of a Golden AgeSitting on his seat, the old man sighed.Memories of a Golden Age2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air before him seemed to condense time as he sat and waited.
The room about him was lavish and opulent, but it was empty.
There would be no one to sit with him to await the inevitable.
It was quiet now.
The long line of relations had come and gone, putting on a show of grief.
Then he had banished the doctors as well.
It seemed as thought the Universe was standing still.
The old man caught a glimmer of something in the corner of his eye.
He wondered if his mind was fading now.
Watching the flames dance in the fire before him, the old man wondered if his memories meant anything before.
He had certainly not bothered with either past nor future before.
He had never had any need to do so.
From one moment to another he had lived, sight only on the here and now.
Little wonder those who should have been closest to him were nothing more than colourful shadows in his life.
And the people...
You don't just die.Do you understand?You don't just die.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The blade against your wrist
Doesn't just slice your skin.
It cuts through others
Do you understand?
You don't just kill yourself.
You kill everyone.
From YOUR goodbyes.
Do you understand?
You don't just die.
You take everyone down
ArousalNeurons fire as if a spider creeps within my mindArousal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A muted cacophony of footsteps played upon a ponderous web
Sheer and gossamer, belying fortified strength
Inward vision travels deep upon a sigh
A scene opens up before the distance in my eyes
I dance in a delicate sheath
It's film whispers upon my milky nakedness beneath
As candlelight illuminates my form
In an otherwise dusk stained room
And you...in the corner, silent repressed desire
Your eyes devour the scene
Heartbeat drumming an affrettando, con fuoco, furioso!
I dance nearer
Your hand reaches out to grab my sheath
It slides through your fingers in a soft caress
You revel in sweet agony
A film of sweat forms upon your brow
I draw nearer again and slip behind you
Evading your predatory grasp
Now you see my form no more
Hot breath stains your neck
Subtle cinnamon and vanilla notes invade your senses
A finger gently trails from your chest, finds your shoulder, your spine
Down, down, slowly down, to the small of your back
Thankful"Alright, everyone! Alright, now it's our dear Lacy's turn to share one thing that she's thankful for. Lacy?"Thankful2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked over everyone at the table. I could see their smiling faces; their glittering eyes; the eagerness in their expressions. I was the last one to share what I was thankful for, but. . .
It's so hard to pick, I thought to myself, staring down at my plate. I played with the napkin in my lap, trying to think. I have so many things to be thankful for... Why do I have to pick just one?
I thought about my family... my friends... my home... my food... my clothes... I thought about the car I had, the job I was blessed with, the dreams I thought to fulfill... I even thought about a boy; a sweet boy who made me smile. They were all things that I was thankful for, yet how could I say only one?
Looking up, I stared at those who waited
RunningIt seems to be so easy to deceiveRunning2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It is fantasy or do I dare believe...in you?
The times are far and few
If I took the grain of sand that made me breathe
Would all the faithless sins I've made
Bring me to my knees?
It was so hard to make you pleased
I can't stand it alone
But I just can't fight
The love that's flown
I'm so sad you ran away from me
Now we're traveling on the sea so recklessly
And you were running
Running away from me
Running towards the sky and deep blue sea
Yeah, you were running
From a love that was deceived
And you were running
Running away from me
Now I turn my back
As I'm singing to this tune
Got to find the love that's lost again
The one that made me blue
I can't say I blame the hurt you feel inside
And this wall I've made can't help to cover
All the things I hide
You don't need me on your side
And you were running
Running away from me
Running towards the sky and deep blue sea
Yeah, you were running
From a love that was