Remembrance.The old picture is still strong between both my thumbs and forefingers, clenching so hard at both ends of the scratchy textures, afraid that the November winds might fly it up high to the sky and never return it. Or the fear of my mind not remembering all the details behind the picture without looking down at it. Just like the famous quote that says, "There's a thousand story behind a single picture." And that's exactly how I felt at the moment. I could tell everyone about the thousand memories and million types of moment behind that single, yellowish photograph. It would pour out of my lips without hesitation, leaving not a moment behind until I get to the finishing. Where the end starts and my heart would make a breaking sound, deafening my heart. It's not that I don't want to look down to see the image in my hands, but I rather not. I'm too afraid to let my glassy tears to pour down raining the dry earth and unable to stop them. But then, why does the world ahead is staring back andRemembrance.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You're Welcome, Pig.There's no shame in exposingYou're Welcome, Pig.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what little there is left to be proud of.
Slip hands beneath cotton and synthetic fabrics,
expose epidermis to empty rooms on the other side of state lines.
Nothing matters if you can save him.
Nothing matters, if you can keep him around.
Regret isn't the right word.
No, sorry isn't what I'm looking for.
More...the sound a lobster makes when it hits boiling water.
A feeling like the staunch white of heated metal before the forge.
Something akin to skinning a man alive,
stench of iron and anger.
I'm never one to ask but...
You respect the one that hurt you
more than the one who's there for you.
Don't give me the standard answer:
better than anyone.
But last night we became a new kind of close,
innocent or not,
committed or un,
and you can't pretend it didn't happen, no,
can't write over it because you told me what you wanted
and I gave it to you like the fool I am...
You've just becom
Little girlLittle girl little girl,Little girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've got something to tell you, my dear:
Life is never going to be as you want it to be. You can't be a princess all your life. Things will happen that you don't want to happen.
Respect will be gained
Can You Tell?Can you tell?Can You Tell?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look at our pictures, and have this sad smile
Hold back the tears in my eyes, and wonder
If you'd stayed, I wouldn't be looking at these pictures
But instead, You'd be reminiscing about them
Can you tell?
Days go in and out, things seem so dreary
Life lost its spark but still life goes on
Doesn't wait for this heart to heal
Or will it ever, will it forever remain the same?
Can you tell?
When I greet you, the world shines
But tumbles down when you leave without a word
The only reason I'm alive so that you'd be happy
And not be sad, that you'd caused my death
Can you tell?
That I love you, and never will stop
The time that we shared, haunt my dreams and never yours
The love that you had for me, disappeared and
Stabbed my heart and broke it into tiny pieces?
No, you can't, and so I carry on, till my time comes
Loving the ghost of a man who used to love me too
A WishA teary eyed child looked into the eyes of their molesterA Wish5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And wished for death
A brown eyed child fingered his ribs and ignored the rumbling of his belly
And wished for food
An overweight child stabbed his hand, blocking the taunts of others
And wished for acceptance
Tell me, what do you wish for...
A soldier fought with his last breath, watching his comrades die
And wished for peace
A Muslim tried to run away from the people who thrashed him
And wished for equality
A nurse watched another baby die of cholera, haunting her sleep
And wished for clean water
A prostitute cried as she watched an executive pay for her body
And wished for an education
Tell me again, what do you really wish for...
A mother holds her daughter's hand as she dies of cancer, smiling
And wished for mercy
A son hates when his parents argue, and ignore his existence
And wished for love
A step daughter runs away from home with blood running down her legs
And wished for innocence
A cousin orphaned shifts fr
The Monster Within MeThe Monster Within Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stand in front of a broken mirror,
I try to hold my head up high,
Trying to close my eyes,
But I look into my reflection,
Seeing only pain, frustration, and guilt.
I wipe the tear away from my eye,
Hoping and craving my importance,
Wanting it so bad it hurts to breathe.
My fingers touch the coldness of the glass,
Reflecting the past coldness of my soul,
I wish I were good enough,
I wish I could show my light,
I shall not,
I can not,
But I wish to.
Why can't my soul be saved?
Why must I endure this pain?
My heart tells me no but my other must say yes,
I feel my soul reaching out,
Screaming a cry that makes the fearless cringe.
I see within the mirror,
A horrible sneer with sharp teeth,
Blood eyes that made you quiver,
I look into my heart,
and see only pain
I look into my soul,
and see only guilt
I look at myself,
and see a monster
[Ink x Iron] A Gajeel x Levy FanFiction pt. 12Chapter Twelve: To The Boats![Ink x Iron] A Gajeel x Levy FanFiction pt. 122 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gajeel’s body convulsed with coughs. He sat victim to his own body until the fit passed. When he finally managed to catch his breath, he realized that he was sitting on a hill in the middle of a desert. Below him, where the sand leveled out was an oasis. Around the small pool of water were all kinds of trees, there were rocks too, but the water was what grabbed the Iron Dragon Slayer attention.
The water was crystal clear, calm as the night, and almost seemed to call out his name. Getting to his feet, Gajeel stumbled down the side of the sandy hill. When the sand finally leveled out, he took one last shaky step and fell flat on his face.
“Gaaajeeeel,” a singsong voice called.
“Levy?” he whispered into the sand.
“Gaaajeeeel,” the singsong voice called again.
“Levy,” he muttered, spitting out sand and pushing himself up to a standing position. As he stood, he caught a glimpse of light blue hair. Looking c
F.N.M.N -Erik:Charles-Friday Night Movie NightF.N.M.N -Erik:Charles-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had really all started with Raven -- dinner had barely been cleared from the table before she was looking over at him, all hopeful eyes and innocent smile. "We should watch a movie," she said, and he was well aware of what she was doing even if she didn't believe it to be so. He'd planned another small training session that night; really, it was somewhat more of a lecture, but he hadn't missed the eye rolls he'd received from the children upon telling them. "I mean, we've been training all week, Charles. And it's Friday night..."
"A movie sounds good." Sean piped up over his glass, leaning back in his chair and nodding in approval.
"There is supposed to be a rather groundbreaking documentary televised tonight." Hank said, looking down at his watch. "We should be able to catch the beginning still."
"As long as Bozo doesn't pick what we're watching, I'm in." Alex said, and Charles knew that there was no fighting it. He glanced over at Erik, who shru
the tourist (you and i, uni)prologue:the tourist (you and i, uni)2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
can a single human
be the reincarnation,
of my car crash
i wonder this
as i become the tourist
in my own story.
and this is the prequel;
but it's not really
the second film
as much as it is
the late introduction
to my distorted,
of unset dualities.
that was the onset
of my pride
falling like our satellite--
those short gaps,
felt like elongated gasps
and my life
and i faltered like stepping
out into the deep end
of the ocean,
but when i fell headfirst,
my steadfast arrogance
was humbled by
the rumbling moans
of the sea.
that was the death
that i needed.
to find myself,
as the cliche doesn't,
i had to lose
welcome to the third
of its kind,
the second regeneration
in a trilogy.
i am (re/sea)born
and i can see
even if the haze
of confusion masks
the true color of your hair
and trimmed mine off
in search of some
disc (k) (nanogliimo)"i'm dyin" is the discord:disc (k) (nanogliimo)1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dissed, discarded
carted off the field
for insanity plea(d/se)
stay with me,
or go away
i'm good enough
to be alone,
but my soul's
this is a mistrial
give me another try.
or lock me up
and shut me the fuck down
so i can disappear quietly,
die down like i'm already 30--
i feel like i've suffered
enough to be one already
but that's fucking melancholy
my old eyes fold
and i see the disc
of your spine
my stomach in my dreams.
confusion of a little boy still
i'm past my prime
like floppy disks.
glamourskintight ripple thisglamour2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of arcane means
fitted over you
programming an old time
void avoided, null and
clouded slim and slender
snap fingers when bones break
we suit up again.
leave it behind again
and pick it up again
leave it behind.
PersistenceI have a black old sweaterPersistence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
some of you may know it
you've seen me wear it so many times,
too many... some might say.
it has a few holes
the sleeves are almost falling apart
there's a pink decolored spot
on the left side, near the stomach,
where bleach fell on it.
but it's my favorite sweater
and I still wear it very often
in fact I'm wearing it right now
while I write these lines
and though I don't attach myself to things
there are some that no matter how much you try
you can't completely replace
and you will always love
and you will always miss
after they're gone
CatacombsUnknown, and forgotten,Catacombs2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the screams they can't hear,
those living and walking
over the arches buried
along with its many secrets,
holding the Appian Way of the city,
the engorged vortex
where no sound can reach,
silent in a millennium of darkness,
waiting to work its murderous revenge.
immortalityall that has not yet met Deathimmortality2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
(that which Death will never know)
dip your muted hues into vibrancy
—that your songs may become divine—
and i may even believe in you
for if one moment’s indivisible dream
defied for one minuscule e-t-e-r-n-i-t-y
before Eve’s first snowflake,standing
)i could perhaps then unlock the Ocean’s teardrop
or even the midnight poem’s
biting downwhen the intricate ins-n-outsbiting down1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
are absorbed into
a technogleaming ocean
and the most esoteric of sentences
are not enough to unlock
this corrupted data
then you will know i am gone
then you will know i am never coming back
staples on a telephone pole (11/30)a burst of silence, as i displacedstaples on a telephone pole (11/30)2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this sudden glint smothered
in either rust or dried blood;
and i seemed to taste
that essence of unknown life,
(i never could resist
in the name of empathy)
and i had to wonder
if it was wrong to wish
for one silver driplet of my own;
like some nights i just want to lose myself,
shroud myself in a tuneless Void
where no morning dove’s croon
could taint my ears, and is it wrong
if anyone would care enough
to pierce such static silence
one act play[setting: a vast greyness. it is beautiful. it is you. THEY are standing on the edge of the roiling grey waves. THEY are faceless. THEY droop in the manner of someone very tired.]one act play2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
THEY: i unshape myself vastly, a castle tumbling in slow motion.
THEY: my unshaping is quite painful. i sometimes wish i had not begun it.
THEY: i blink and take a picture of myself. there is nothing in the picture. my okcupid profile keeps self-deleting.
THEY: [distracted, confused, singing, mumbling] she sells sea shells on the sea shore / the sea shells she sells are sea shells, i'm sure / she sells sea shells / sea shells she sells / she sells / sea shells / ...
[a large honeycomb appears in the distance. inside it are multiple galaxies. some of these galaxies are grey and some are not. THEY shudder.]
THEY: perhaps this was the best i could have hoped for.
Printer error printedThe note was a mistake. I didn'tPrinter error printed1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
mean to write it, but I did.
Feeling no pain, nothing at all.
Sleep-walking with eyes open,
and thoughts on hold, typing
bloodied fingerprints on the keys.
I hadn't planned to have you find
the black & white of my lost faith
lying, stillborn, in the paper tray.
fluid switch.i think christfluid switch.4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
spat into my mouth
cupped my lips
and told me to take this:
lily white purity balls
on an off-white canvas;
of half-blood, half-cum
in a near optimum
half-full or half-empty:
the cup he held
melted into his palms
and i own
the tree limbs
of limp petals
Fic. Jane Eyre AU. Value of Our Lives.Fic. Jane Eyre AU. Value of Our Lives.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mr. Lehnsherr? Mr. Lehnsherr! Were you even listening?" her inquiry, full of irritation and frustration brought him back to reality, "Is there something on his face?"
Giving her a quick glance, Mr. Lehnsherr was not even sure what the lady asked, or what nonsense she was talking about earlier.
"The man clad in black, near the window. Is there something on his face?" Each and every word she uttered, revealed the impatience that was slowly, yet so surely building up. She was not accustomed to being ignored.
"You have been ogling him the whole evening. The very least you could do is to act as if you are listening to me."
"Lady Ingram," he began, voice calm and smooth, "I can assure you, I did not miss a single word that escaped your beautiful lips, please continue, I'm all yours.'
For the rest of the evening, he was listening to Lady Ingram's chirping; doing an outstanding job of not giving in to complete bo
NightmaresCharles cried out as he woke with a start. He switched his beside light on and sat up heart racing and pyjamas damp with sweat. He knew, he stood throwing off his doona, he ran. It was Erik.Nightmares4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His choked scream echoed through the unlit room. His body arched forcing the back of his head into his pillow. Phantom knives sliced and dug under his skin dragging his powers out from the fire. His lamp smashed against his bedroom door while dishes, fixtures and any other metal objects in his room flung from their place into the walls at a furious pace. He writhed in terror trying to escape the damp sheets that where twisted around his body and limbs like straps holding him down.
Beads of sweat flicked from his face as he finally pulled free falling from his bed. His eyes slammed open as his body smacked against the wooden floorboards. He lay still, heart pounding, disoriented in the black space. He could hear something like a voice, perhaps a speaker, it was saying his name. In th