Don't Be Afraid, But I'm AsianI saw you starring at me for a while.Don't Be Afraid, But I'm Asian2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Allow me to answer the question you’ve wanted to ask during that period of time,
But didn’t have the courage to approach me with (I bet you’ve been hanging out with too many cats)
Yes I am Asian. But no I am not a math whiz.
No, I have not surgically put a computer chip in my brain.
(Though if that actually worked, it’d be awesome like… that’s fucking awesome awesome)
I have yet to try eating dog, I hear, however, it tastes like beef.
What a cow one must be to eat such a being!
I’ve always been one to question the beliefs of my race.
Many traditions are not quite to my taste.
Despite what you may think, I am not a communist, barely a socialist.
Though I am young still and do not completely comprehend politics, admitly.
Still stuck in th
sempiternali saw you today, for the first time in months.sempiternal3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i admit, it took me a few seconds to remember
all the words to the song you played on repeat in
your car, the one you couldn’t sing with open eyes.
the music used to come so easily to me,
but when i saw you today, i could only remember
the chorus, and it stuttered its way through my head
over and over again. for the life of me, i don’t know
what comes next.
i have spent years picking up the pieces of you
that you left behind, years spent memorizing
the echo of your heartbeat and the rhythm of
your breaths. your favorite color is purple.
you like sunflowers, autumn, and the creek
that flows behind your house. you like movies
and popcorn, you like ferris wheels and candy apples.
you love your mother and miss your father. you’re
afraid of alcohol and terrified of yourself. there
was a point in my life when i thought maybe i’d
be able to grow old next to you.
i know it’s stupid, but i’m afraid of not knowing
From the Rappers, To the RockersWhen did the word“rap” become equivalent to uneducated?From the Rappers, To the Rockers11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When was hip-hop only reserved for those “ghetto” impolite,
How many of us associate the 808 drums, the slang, and the rhythm
with no good, hood rats who have their pants below their ankles?
Why is it a sin to enjoy such tragedy, such emotion and such beauty
all composed into one, rambunctious, ignorant piece of music?
Sex, money, women and booze,
seems like the only things that rappers know how to use.
But hey, no hate, because I know it's real,
it's the struggle in the hood, so we know how y'all feel.
It started from ages, of days that were black,
when those bored kids hardly had a penny in their lunch sacks.
With the pain that came with living, by not fitting in,
by not liking rock, or music reserved for museums.
It morphed into pain, and embodied “the struggle”
a term tossed around, now we use it to describe our troubles.
When the bass drops, and the words flow,
it's like a hurric
a study in absolutionyou kiss my fingers like you don’t know whata study in absolution11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
these hands have done, who these hands have done:
i am always afraid you will get tired of me, grow disgusted at
these scars, at these traces of other people dusting my skin
like a bruise that’s permanently tender, but right
when i think you will leave, you find another
part of my body to forgive.
Death WishAuthor's note:Death Wish6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was thinking about how Prime can never die now, after the brouhaha in the aftermath of the '86 movie.
And I proceeded to follow that train of thought gleefully off the Emo-Cliff.
(I have some ideas for funny drabbles; but emo is easier to write! Ha.)
As always, this is set in my personal happy universe...
I visit their tombs today.
The catacombs are vast; as I walk through them, the hollow clatter of my footsteps echoes down the long halls, returning to reverberate in my empty spark.
I follow the groove that my ever-returning feet have worn into the floor, to pay my respects to the friends who have gone ahead without me.
I stop first at the most recently added memorial, and though I know he is no longer here, I whisper, Hello, Ratchet. The able mech wound down in his medbay, as he was teaching a newling apprentice how to hot-wire a transformation sequence. I will miss his gruff amiability.
Next I visit a much more ancient mon
MegHe lay atop herMeg8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stopping her breath.
And she only smiled sweetly.
He crushed her lungs
Into her chest.
Still she trusted him completely.
He ripped her heart out
And watched it strive
For love as it beat in his hands.
He killed it slowly,
And she cried
Because he'll never understand.
He walks away
Because she's not worth it
To him, to stay.
He doesn't see
How she tries to be perfect
For the boy she shouldn't give the time of day.
He looks for companionship
In his work and in his money
When she wants to be what he depends on.
He doesn't care
That she made him a priority
Because he only made her an option.
overwhelming wordsthere's a lot you can do with wordsoverwhelming words11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but sometimes i forget how to do any.
and sometimes i look at a keyboard
and see so many words that come together
from just some of those letters
and there's so much to write
that i don't write at all.
and sometimes i think
i drank deeply from the elixir of life
when i was too young
and when i drank i only drank the words
and i spilled them out in the morning
because the night was too silent to break it.
i wonder if the silence i've kept
is as big as the words i've written.
i'm not writing to be censored
it's not like i do that to myself
when the words come rolling
and i don't let them out,
when i'm running down the street
but don't make a sound,
it's not like i'm afraid to be loud.
i hope you can tell by the heat in my eyes
that my gaze turns steady as soon as i lie.
i hope you know that when i write
and my diction turns from eloquent and quaint
to fucking filthy and raging
that i'm finding myself,
even if that takes years off my life
by looking at
11:10 a.m.oh my god, i tell my friend after class, i want11:10 a.m.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to spend the rest of my life making him laugh.
she rolls her eyes and says that i shouldn’t
say that because i’m so young and i have no idea
how long my life will be and i tell her that that’s
that i may die tomorrow, but i want to be able to call you
up at two a.m. and read you my shitty poems and
pretend that i didn’t imagine the way
you twirl your pencil around your fingers as i wrote them.
i want to be able to pick out your heartbeat in a crowded
room because i’ve spent so long with my head against
your chest that your pulse is imprinted into my eardrums.
i want to be so gone over you that i smile big enough that
everyone else around me smiles too.
for the first time in my life, i can believe that god built
eve out of one of adam’s ribs— they must have
fit together almost as perfectly as you and i do,
identical down to their very bones, so that when
she shook in fear, he did too. an
exit stage leftif this were a movie, this would be the momentexit stage left3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i break down crying in your arms and i tell you
every little thing about myself that i’ve learned
to hate at four in the morning when i wake up
and ask myself why i’m still alone and you would piece my world
back together with your hands and a simple phrase and i would
no longer want to cry all the damn time and i would
want to leave the house and actually end up leaving the house
and if this were a movie that would be the climax and
that would be the ending scene, us
falling to the ground, me in your arms,
me with my make up running, me thanking god
that i met you, you holding me, you pressing your face to my
hair, you thanking god that you were able to get to me in time
and if this were a movie you would hold my hand
through turning off ovens and locking
the backdoor at night and you would cook dinner on the nights that
i can’t get out of the bedroom and you would eventually figure
out not to worry about me when i
weighted down1. I am sixteen, suddenly.weighted down10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have grown up without anyone
telling me. My car keys rest heavily in
my palm. Each new college I hear about
rests heavily on my shoulders. I am
not sure how much longer I can take this,
all this extra weight of responsibilities, of choices,
of the future I’m not sure I want to have.
My skin feels stretched across my body
in places that don’t really make sense.
I still feel too big in every bad way—I’m
afraid I always will.
2. My first boyfriend tells me he
thinks I must have bits of the
universe inside of me. I try not
to get offended: I know he means to say
that kissing me is like kissing stars,
and that I hold the secrets of creation
inside my soul, but all I can think about
is how huge the universe is.
3. He breaks up with me at night.
For hours, I lean against my truck in
the driveway and look at the sky.
Stars are cold and distant,
I realize. The universe is big
4. Someone in my philosophy class tries to tell me
violatedsaying no applies toviolated1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
drugs: never boys. do not
say no to boys, they will tear out
your heart and leave your rib cage
jagged and broken, a gaping mouth
screaming its violation. they
will take your tongue, too, take away
your voice until all they can read
is yes in your actions.
this is not
this is a simple fact: do not say no to boys.
it is not in your right to deny them.
let them see the ocean of your body, let
them widen the cracks in your sidewalks,
let them warm themselves over the fire in your eyes,
until they decide to suffocate it.
do not say no, even when you are so destroyed that
your hands shake at night, holding your car keys between
your fingers like a gun with an unclear target.
even when you cannot go outside of your room:
the grass between your toes feels too much like
hades’ hands reaching for persephone, the sun’s shadow
haunting you across the concrete feels too much
like apollo relentlessly chasing after daphne.
do not say no, even when y
It Never HappenedHave you ever stoodIt Never Happened10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the rain
And let it pour
Upon your skin
It washing away
All of your pain
And all of your suffering
And cleansing your heart
And your mind
And creating you new
As if the past
And the troubles it contained
Cliches I Have Datedi.Cliches I Have Dated11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anna collected stardust
like pennies, except
pennies are worth something.
Claire had ink
running through her veins; dead,
from an unsterilized needle.
Robin had birdbones
strung together on windchimes.
Sarah’s eyes were always
to the sky, and never
Lizbeth took my breath away
with every punch to the stomach.
Rosalie had too many things
in her ribcage; emotional adrenaline
triggered her arrhythmia.
Emily left me
for a boy with starrier freckles.
I am one cat away
from a stereotype, or one girl
closer to a happy ending.
suicidal.it’s like she’s toeing the edge of a cliff andsuicidal.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she’s smiling and she’s deadly
and you’re standing too far back to save her
and it’s just too late because she’s about
if you want a list of reasons not to commit suicide,
here it is.
1. you have two dogs that will miss you.
they were wagging their tails and smiling
last night when they took you to the hospital
and i couldn’t find the words to tell them
that they should be quiet.
2. you have a car that you cried when you got
and you roll the windows down and blast music
whenever you pick me up from school
and i’m sorry i never sang along, but this is just to say
that you have things that still make you feel alive.
3. you have a sister that is nice about fifteen percent of the time
and loves you the rest of it. trust me, she does.
she does not remember the last time she hugged you
but she wrote about you when her teacher asked her
who her hero was.
4. mom should
Yes, I'm GayYes, I'm most defiantly gay,Yes, I'm Gay8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but that doesn't mean I'd throw my Bible away.
Yes, I'm certainly sure I'm a lesbian,
but don't think I’ll ever stop loving Him.
Yes, I'm pretty sure I’m bisexual,
but that doesn't mean I’ll stop praying through Gabriel and Raphael.
Of course I’m a feminist of epic proportions,
but that doesn't mean I'll ever support abortion.
Yeah, I haven't been to church in ages,
but that doesn't mean I’ll never flip my Bible pages.
Yes, I know my sexuality is a sin,
but that doesn't mean I don't belong to the Kingdom of Heaven.
I'm aware that you may not like my gay lifestyle,
but beneath that, I’m a child of God, and that makes Him smile.
Of course I'm aware that I'm a colossal slut,
but if you say I’m not God's daughter,you can kiss my butt.
Yeah, I know that I have a terrible drinking problem and I’m stuck on drugs,
but that doesn't mean I'm not God's son.
Yes, I know that I've hurt and nearly killed,
I'm Here Don't Cry I need you...I'm Here Don't Cry2 years ago in Drama More Like This
She looked out the window as snow began to fall. The clear white flakes drifted softly upon the house, sticking to the windows and melting as her hot breath dissolved them from the inside. Her palm flattened against the glass, her lips pressed in a thin line.
Where are you...
Two children played around inside, one giggling and running from an Arcanine, who quickly caught her and nuzzled her stomach with his nose. The other, a seven year old with the rim of his glasses pushed far up the bridge of his nose, sketched out the happy scene for future reviews of it.
The last child sat on her lap, his innocent blue eyes searching the street, his mouth parted, hot breaths fogging up the window.
"Momma, when is datty coming home?", he whimpered.
She brought him into a tight embrace, him keeping his eyes fixated on a point on the other side of the glass
ClingyThere I was, minding my own business, just lookin' out the window and watching the world go past. It was comforting and I was at peace, but it didn't last. Something must've happened because you were as clingy as a white dog's fur on a black suit. You smooched up to me, pulling me into your arms and nuzzling deep into my skin. I tried to move away, but like always, you followed. Your hands batted at me gently, trying to manipulate me back into position. All I wanted was to watch the world outside, but your neediness foiled me again.Clingy11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wanted to tell you to get lost, but you don't speak lizard and I don't speak cat. God, I hate your coping mechanisms.
Getting to HeavenBelieving in God is an awesome start,Getting to Heaven7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but is it really worth it,
if you don't take it to heart?
Understanding God is a better start,
and knowing that He is Love,
and loves us regardless of who we are.
Christianity certainly puts you on the right path,
but don't be deceived,
it isn't the only path.
Because our belief doesn't guarantee us eternity,
that's what many of us foolishly believe.
Because there are many, who will never know God's name,
according to many,
to not know God's name, is truly a shame.
And according to many, because their religion tells,
those who do not know God, be it not their fault,
will still go to Hell.
And according to many, those who deny God,
because of their own logic,
will suffer in the Pit, because their beliefs were odd.
Call me a hypocrite, but this I must tell,
to live in Love,
will exempt any from hell.
To serve as a servant,
without claiming a master,
is enough to spare your heal of the serpent.
The Kingdom of God is truly at
seek (FFM 13)He's been searching for as long as I've known him; for what, I'm not sure. I can't quite decide if he's certain. But what I do know is this: he's not finding what he's looking for. So often we play out the same scene, the same routine. It hasn't changed in years, and I expect it will continue to be acted years in the future.seek (FFM 13)10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eleven at night, and I'll find him in the library, surrounded by papers. His eyes, they're possessed by a frenzy, a fanaticism. When this happens, I know that we're having one of those nights. I hope that he'll abandon his search, come to bed. He never does. I've given up reprimanding him with any real feeling, and his contempt is only a token gesture. We keep up appearances, but I no longer remember who we think we've been fooling. Ourselves, perhaps.
Twelve, and I curl up in the corner with a book or a notepad, but I never read or write. I fixate upon the veins in his hands as he rummages with increasing distress through myriad photographs, document
The Little Gray FishCastiel watched the creature before him with wide, fascinated eyes. He was a bit frightened about it, he had never seen anything like it before, but as usual his curiosity got the better of him. He broke away from the huddled mass of his brothers and sisters, who were monitoring the developments of Earth, and cautiously approached the fish. He was about to reach it when he felt a hand land on his shoulder and gently restrain him.The Little Gray Fish4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." informed his older brother.
Castiel stared at him thoughtfully, then back to the fish that was still pulling itself onto dry land. "Big plans?" he repeated.
"That's right. Very big plans, very important."
Castiel tilted his head. "What plans?" he innocently asked.
His brother chuckled. "No one exactly knows but the Father. Best not to interfere with His Will then." he stated.
Castiel nodded, taking it all in. "Can I take it back to Heaven with me once it's done fulfilling Father's Will?" he inquired.
Awkward Reunions and Funny Moments"I wonder who's the most perverted among all of us."Awkward Reunions and Funny Moments3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The question takes everyone by surprise as everyone turn their heads to Blue. It was a hot and quiet day in a rented restaurant where all the dexholders--from Kanto to Unova--decide to meet for a friendly get together. Unfortunately, Blue found a way to make this meeting an awkward one.
"Am I the only one who thinks about that?"
"Of course you're not," replied Crystal awkwardly, "but we were never as shameless as you, Blue-senpai."
"Yes, Pesky Girl," muttered Green as he takes a sip at his drink. Silver shoots him a subtle annoyed look. "You are the only one who can actually ask that without cringing...Anyway, I think all of us would know who it is," he adds.
Most of them nod in approval as they say their answer:
"Wha--I am NOT a pervert!" he retorted.
"Yes, you are, Gold-san," Sapphire said happily, enjoying the fact that the party had gone at least a bit interesting. "We always see you flirting around with Crystal."
Sky Army - Legacy: Chapter One THIRTEEN YEARS LATERSky Army - Legacy: Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Look out!" The two villagers hit the dirt as a horse leapt over them, a teenage girl riding on top of it. She had neck length, messy brown hair with bangs just above her emerald-green eyes.
"Sorry!" The girl called behind her to the villagers. She turned back around in the saddle and continued to gallop eagerly through the village streets on her dark brown horse.
She came to a house with a little barn in the back and jumped the fence. She slowed her horse to a fast walk and jumped off as the horse slowed to a stop. She grabbed the horse's reigns and led it into the barn to rest in its stall.
A few minutes later, after she had taken off the horse's saddle and given it some wheat to eat, she closed the stall door and turned around to see her father waiting for her, arms crossed.
She smiled at him weakly. "Uh... Morning...?" She tried.
Her father rolled his eyes. "Next time,
Perpetual Proginetor1. KitchenPerpetual Proginetor2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Let's see, how to cook eggs." Silver muttered to himself as he scanned around the kitchen. One finger tapping his mouth, he eyed the fridge. A cocky chuckle blew off his lips. Feet walking toward the refrigerator, Silver opened it and took out an egg. He scoffed arrogantly, palm cozily holding the hard shell. "This will be easy."
Switching the grill on, Silver placed a small pot on top of the lighting fire and poured some oil on it. As he did, his mind wandered to the sleeping Kotone in their room. For some apparent reason, Silver decided to surprise her in making breakfast. He knew Kotone did most of the cooking. It wasn't that she was ordered to.
No. What annoyed Silver was the fact that she didn't believe him when it came to him cooking.
An egoistic scoff wheezed through gritted teeth. "Saying I can't cook. Please." Huffing his chest in pride, Silver raised his hand slightly and gently cracked the egg on the pot's end.
He then stopped when the egg didn't show a sp
the butterfly effect.no one thinks they can diethe butterfly effect.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
until the razor’s pierced too
or until the alcohol’s become too
in order to appreciate the sunset,
some think they may have
to have cancer eating away at their
marrow, lungs, colon,
or some other heartrending method
of being torn down
from the inside out.
to enjoy their loved one’s company,
they must be close to death,
to being forgotten, i’ve heard innumerable
but i’ve always loathed
as a ticket out,
as an excuse not to live life.
as an excuse not to love life.
& i’ve always strained to help others
see past the red blurring
their vision or the hypothetical
/ theoretical (the absolutely terrifyingly
real & not-to-be-underestimated)
/ leviathans devouring their
heart & thoughts
as speared candy
on the tip of their innocent fingernails.
though i suppose to understand
you must’ve once been nailed to
your own pride,
your own promis