RedGrell could never quite say when he had started loving red.Red5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It seemed to him that he had just sort of always loved crimson hues. Always.
Even as a young child, if he were to have some sort of minor accident and cut his skin, instead of crying out in horror like other children, he would watch the red liquid with nothing less than fascination, and even feel disappointed when the time came to close up the wound and let it heal.
As he grew older, he began to discover not just red was what he loved, but a sick delight for the macabre, for blood and gore. It was beyond a mere liking; it was an obsession. An unquenchable thirst. He would even venture to call it a fetish, if he felt so inclined. He at least had the sense to keep it, for the most part, secret.
Until he met her.
When he came across a certain Angelina "Madame Red" Dalles, it was like a dream come true for him. An independent, strong, free-thinking woman who wore only red...who also adored red, who also delighted in paintin
For TibetHe climbed into the cloudsFor Tibet9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And breathed a little light
While a man whose eyes were shaded
Returned to the earth
Through cracks of hostile rock
What dreams of gold
What dreams of flesh
What dreams of blue skies
And children pining for life
For bread and sugar
While the soldiers passed inside their steel cells
And never to know the lovely stone
The heavenly stone
The heavenly roofs
Above the lamas, the monks
Above the smoke
BalletWine stained lips meet for an adagio.Ballet9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A quick pas de deux between tongues.
Hearts —ballon, ballon, ballon— beating,
as we entrée our grand pas.
La Danseuse pour mon danseur.
En pointe for each other.
Steam (Glass Jars Haiku)half-full of emptySteam (Glass Jars Haiku)9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
memories breathe us against
both sides of the glass
Melting Rusty Steel HeartsMaybe time will heal,Melting Rusty Steel Hearts7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe it won't,
Just make things worse,
Like rusting steel
It'll lose its beauty,
Just become a piece of junk,
Something unwanted by all
But maybe. maybe
One will come
One who will find it
Polish it, care for it
Make it better than new,
Turn it into a treasure,
Only that person's treasure
Hearts thrown away,
forgetting what its like
To beat with life,
To love, to care
Hearts getting rusty,
Rusty Steel hearts
Will you melt it,
Smelt it down
down to its purest form,
A form of love, of care
Remake the heart,
It'll become unrecognizable
By the one who threw it away
melt it down,
Into a beautiful crown
for you to wear,
Make it the crown jewel,
The pride of your life
Love it, cherish it...
but first you got to
Melt it, smelt it
Shape it into something good
Something that won't hurt the stuff around,
Shape it into something good
Melt it, melt it
To do this you just gotta love it
soulswe've lost the touch to reality. we fall in love with strangers, picturing their stories and minds as we please. we start dancing in the streets as at the times we felt no one was watching. we attach to things so easily; to that pen we use everyday to put down our thoughts into words, to that bracelet we got on that trip where we felt everlasting, to that person we met just yesterday and who we can't get our mind off. we're dying and coming alive again with the characters in the books we read, we hold them to our breasts and say "this is me black on white". our mood changes within a second when the first line of this specific song comes on. we lie in the high grass watching the clouds, but they are not clouds. this is a lion and that over there is a kissing couple. we put a life and a mind in every little thing we see; these sparks rising towards the sky long to be part of the stars, this branch got mad at our ignorance and wanted to hit us in the knee, our cat is hurt by our absence fsouls3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Muse:She corrodes star shapes intoMuse:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hearts of sleeping poets,
Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
lub-dubThere are loverslub-dub3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never be able to
crawl out from underneath;
I’m caving in, lungs
no longer able
to exhale lovely things.
However hollow, I’ve got
these artist hands,
these god hands of mine
that can save lives.
What’s the point
when I’ve got little
& no one can ever seem
to find my pulse?
Maybe you are my inner demonMaybe you are my inner demon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have my inner demons.
And they are tearing me apart.
Through my rib cage,
They are eating away my heart.
I have you,holding me tight.
You can feel the pulse of my soul
I am afraid,save me.
Make those evil creatures go.
I have monsters under my bed.
They whisper only bullshit in my ear.
Their voices are so quiet for others,
But so loud for me to hear.
I feel like losing my balance,
I will fall soon,
I wonder,did Lucifer
Have his inner demons,too.
I trust them,
And they say you'll leave.
It's like they want to kill.
But you caught my body,
You're the one with my soul's key.
With the color of my artery's blood
on your body,you said to me:
"Don't talk to monsters under your bed,
Cause they don't like us at all.
Sleep,I am here,my love.
They don't know what we know."
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces.3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
Poets have the loneliest hearts.I drink morphinePoets have the loneliest hearts.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
HappinessA person's heart is won with HappinessHappiness8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But why can I have none
Why depression do I write
When I wish my life had none
Why cant I fill my life with this one thing, the thing i want the most
My life is mine, so why cant I fill with this thing I want so bad
A simple thing not hard to ask
I wish I had some Happines
Inklings 2Episode 2Inklings 24 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Tolkien: (narrating) I remember it clearly. We were arguing...
Lewis: As usual.
Tolkien: (sigh) YES, as usual.
(Flashback to Tolkein and Lewis apparently arguing.)
Tolkien: And I say that zebras are WHITE with BLACK stripes!
Lewis: And I say it's BLACK with WHITE stripes!
Lewis: (narrating) Why were we arguing about that again?
Tolkien: (narrating) God only knows...
(Lewis and Tolkien continue arguing when younger version of Rowling walks in.)
Rowling: Ex-excuse me?
(Lewis and Tolkien stop.)
Lewis: Oh, look, Tolkien. It appears we have a visitor.
Tolkein: I knew that. (looks at Rowling) It's strange. I haven't seen many new Inklings in our neck of the woods for a while...except that King fellow and a few others.
Rowling: I-I'm Rowling. And I just got published with THIS (holds out Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone). Can you tell me what you think?
Lewis: (takes book) I shall.
(One novel later...)
Lewis: Hm, it's fairly interesting, but could use some impro
Philosopher's PrayerOh god of wisdom,Philosopher's Prayer10 years ago in Open More Like This
To whom philosophers enslave them selves,
Master of the worlds,
Destroyer of which he wish,
Guardian of all,
From everlasting death,
Of mind and body,
Master of truth,
Master of wisdom,
Master of logic,
Master of Metalogic,
Master of all,
Master of one,
Master of nothingness,
Master of everythingness,
Holy Be your name,
Which your servants utter,
Asking there brothers,
To ask thy kindness,
And to whom those ask,
Ye give with bless,
Holy be thy acts,
Which when preformed,
Only the wise understand,
And only they speak of them,
For thy miracles,
All others are blind,
In thy name,
I shall be showered in they glory,
And by thy wisdom,
I shall walk the earth,
Blessing in thy name,
All my brothers and sisters,
May thy peace be upon the poor,
May thy love be upon the forgotten,
May thy acceptance be upon the forsaken,
May thy judgment be upon the righteous,
May your wisdom walk among all men,
Subtraction equals additionIt’s working!Subtraction equals addition3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way magic spells work,
Just like a placebo pill
Or a fad diet.
I’m making a turn,
And I'm not flicking on my indicators.
I’ve taken down
The old wall-paper,
The bones of my house
Are on display.
But I’m still here,
Fuller than ever.
Levina: Bio (Remake)Levina: Bio (Remake)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Hair: Dark Blue
Personality Traits: Self-centered, tough conceited, superior, cocky, brave and funny.
Likes: Teasing Swift, being the strongest warrior, saving the world, sparring.
Dislikes: Being outsmarted, evil, losing, being laughed at.
Attributes: She matches her speed with Swift's and has a lightning-type attribute. She is very agile and is an expert at lightning manipulation.
Weaknesses: Her electricity power can get violent when she loses control of her power. Using too much lightning energy wears her out often.
Background: Not much is known about her past. It can be assured that she is a runaway warrior who left her home town to save the world by defeating the Evil Queen all by herself. That is until her and Swift decided to butt heads and become rivals since the day they met.
She Talks With MonstersThis girl never had a fear of monsters.She Talks With Monsters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She allowed them to rest on the insides of her eyelids,
the crook of her neck, the empty spaces of her chest cavity.
She had no fear, there were much scarier things in this world
than darkness, clawing at her back. Living for the night
she etched her dreams upon the bars of her cage
whispering of centuries past because she truly missed the sun,
grass on her back. Frosty Decembers have her forgetting
what it feels like to love, but she knows who she is
she doesn't need the taste of cigarette ash
suffocating her inside her own flesh.
November skies tore open this night,
ripping a hole in her bedsheets.
It is in those dark spaces between
bone marrow and heartbeats that she finds herself-
tattered and breathless, whispering dark secrets
into a strangers ears. Her origami limbs folding
like patterned paper only to reach desperately
for the sun kissed frills of Apollo's robes.
10 Reasons To Buy Toilet Paper1) To stuff my bra in hopes that you'll see me tonight10 Reasons To Buy Toilet Paper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2) To dry the tears from my eyes when you don't
3) To blow my nose and try again tomorrow
4) To keep in my pocket just in case
5) To dab my lipstick before our date
6) To fix my mascara after you say you love me
7) To clean my glasses and see the truth on your collar
8) To wipe the crap off of your lips when you swear I'm the only one
9) To use every roll to cover your house in blankets of white
10) To replace the toilet paper I wasted on you
The Human Fault // 11 // Lorelei SchwartzThe Human Fault // 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I mean, am I just having an early midlife crisis?"
I look up from a murky cup. The winter air is bitter and unforgiving. A gust of wind tousles the street outside our small local café. “You’re not having a midlife crisis” I reply, my words blatantly insincere. “What type of cafe runs out of fully caffeinated coffee?”
“What? I don’t know… Seriously though,” she briefly runs her hand through reflective silken hair “looking at the situation objectively the only conclusion I can draw is that I am not good in a committed relationship!”
“Uhuh” I mumble. It’s a typical Friday afternoon and after clocking off from work I find myself being drawn in to a ritualistic “coffee and serious problems” discussion with my colleague Sarah.
“I think I might get a brownie.” I mutter under my breath as Sarah continues talking. After an unsatisfyin
Introductions"Hi, I'm-"Introductions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"