painyou're disgusting.pain7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hope you know that every time you show your face,
i cringe, collapse into rage.
you flay my body with cutting board scissors
and laugh at the sight of my blood.
it's everywhere, staining everything.
my clothes are ruined,
splotched with your dirty curse.
i can't ignore you
when you're so persistent,
grinding me like coffee beans
to grit beneath your boots.
i'm a shipwreck. you're the bottom of the ocean,
i collapse into bathroom stalls
like a rag doll,
falling on my knees and begging for mercy.
you're the reason i have medication.
i swallow pill after pill,
but they don't let me forget you.
i feel you within me,
twisting, pulling at my guts.
there's some idea out there
that women are like snow-capped strawberries,
but you are the part of me
that releases the bitter, razor-edged leaves.
my mom tells me i'm being melodramatic.
it's just a period, after all.
purity is not measured in an earthly formThere are sins rain can’t cleanse.purity is not measured in an earthly form1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Acta Est Fabula ~3~ [Dragon!Rome x Reader]“I swear to all the gods, I never want to do that ever again in my life.”Acta Est Fabula ~3~ [Dragon!Rome x Reader]1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“It was not that bad, (name)! You’ll get used to it!”
“Shut up and make me a fire, you overgrown lizard.”
I hadn’t expected traveling via dragonback to be...agreeable with me. However, I certainly hadn’t expected it to make my stomach feel as if I had consumed a dozen pounds of rotten venison, complete with vertigo and the urge to vomit all over the clouds. Of course, having complained vigorously to Romulus had led the bronze dragon to land somewhere in the middle of an unfamiliar forest (might I add that landing was possibly worst than the actual takeoff and flight because it looked like the ground was going to rush up at us) so that I could rest.
I gave Romulus a sideways glance as the dragon lumbered about in the small clearing he had landed in, just large enough for the two of us to rest. There was a small brook running through the forest to our lef
Pyrrhic VictoryAs I meditate here along Virginia's shorePyrrhic Victory6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my hopes and dreams,
the sense of direction lies in ribbons on the floor
with fading sunlight gleams.
My thoughts speak in empty validation,
embracing the silence as am I forced to bite
my tongue when all I seek is the air's purging.
Naivety and victimization make for strange bedfellows,
walking in and out of feelings
of being lost and found.
I can trust nemo, the jagged chains
slowly returning to their scarred folds
pressing their steel artwork into my flesh.
Tale of Six Trillion Years and a Night (story)Tale of Six Trillion Years and a Night (story)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's not a chronicle, it's not a series, It’s not even a story; It’s a just a small tale of mine that no one has ever heard of, no one even knows of, in fact it’s invisible.
Ever since I was born, I was all alone with no mummy to hold me in her hands and say "I love you" no daddy to pat my head and say "That's my son".
I had no name, no emotions, no tears and no tongue. I was nobody so they called me the devil's child yet I didn't know who the devil was.
One day I held a hand, It was prickly and sharp like an axe and it dragged me to a corner and whispered in my ear "You came from Hell! And we'll make you feel exactly at home!" I was confused but I did not complain. That corner from that moment became my home. The hand I used to hold the other prickly hand was punished for the touch and tied to wall with platinum chains; high above my head. I didn't break free, I didn't scream, I did nothing because this was my place; a dark, old, cracked room in an unknown neighbourh
BurialsWith one hand I dig my graveBurials1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And with the other I calm the waves
But can you see me drowning?
Can you see me drowning!?!
I've been dragged and pulled under
These waters, they leave me torn asunder
I'm choking on the words I swallow
On these words abject and hollow
Stripped of all my honour
Under water I'm now a goner...
Digging my grave, down deep under
My heart's constricted
My breath's conflicted
Look up, look up, I'm six feet under
This is my burial!
This is my burial...
I'll brace myself, hold my head high
Keep my chin up and stay afloat
Don't blink twice or miss the chance
I only have one moment to catch a glance
But I'm in a liquid coffin... a grave at sea
These nails that close it muffle me
As the bell that knells counts to my end
My seconds are numbered by liquid death
Trapped and cornered
Confused and startled
Bones aching and spine shaking
The water consumes my frailty
Digging my grave, down deep under
My heart's constricted
My breath's conflicted
Look up, look up, I'm six fe
this morning a small epiphany occurredPain is subsiding; recovery is imminent.this morning a small epiphany occurred1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Beauty of a WomanThe beauty of a womanThe Beauty of a Woman8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is like the lotus -
Most of it is hidden from the eye.
Tears and blood Let me seeTears and blood1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The images are destroying,
Blood and tears mix to create,
Just to Bend
Not to Taste
Hate and Love
United from above.
Here on the
Becomes one with
The dust, rusting
Ashamed and dry
Empty as the
LiberationRipping apart the flesh from your skullLiberation5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is something that now seems really dull
And to rip your heart from your chest
Is what I won't call the final rest.
For I shall deliver evil and temptation
Give you back the pain in the form of decapitation
Conjure the demon of hate and desolation
Your cure will be a merciless devastation!
I'll bash your skull against the wall
Sell you nightmares masked as dreams
No one will witness your fall
None will hear your screams!
Watch me play with your life
Watch me put the chains around your neck
You'll get your place in the afterlife
And I assure you it will be a wreck!
I would send you to hell
Packed in a bullet shell
But I don't want to see you again
So now I press the trigger, AMEN!
Not Ready To Be LovedWarm hands caress my skin,Not Ready To Be Loved10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and send chills through my body.
I shudder in the darkness
but my shaking only encourages him.
He leans in and softly kisses me
and I turn away in disgust.
Lonely eyes plead for my affection
I can't stand to look anymore.
As he confesses his love for me I sigh
I am just not ready to be loved.
"I've missed you" this one claims
it's been weeks since I broke his heart.
"Holding you, kissing you, making love"
romantic words that conjure sickness inside.
He talks of his honesty, his loyalty, his devotion
he is a good man, this I know to be true.
He cries that he is so lonely without me
and I feel like I should care.
He tells me he loves me with all of his heart
but I am just not ready to be loved.
This last one is the most difficult to resist
because I could have loved him back.
I went to him in sadness
.scalding exoskeletons.6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the verdigris pigment
molotoved any remaining will
but magicked particles
removed all blood stains
it's not accepting limits
but embracing agony
and you have been
more than generous
my beautiful disaster
.i'm masochistic without realizing it..1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mad girl's love song isn't enough
to hold your precious two-second attention.
AstrologicalI have lost myself toAstrological1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.
Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).
Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.
AquariusShe is the winter's heartAquarius1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a January zephyr—
amethyst ankles frozen in time.
(eleven stars circulate her glacial ribs)
Forever shin-deep in the seas of
a conformed humanity,
she shall always sanctify the stains.
no replacements or sellbacksTake my heart; I'm already dead.no replacements or sellbacks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rembrandt of PainI.Rembrandt of Pain2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lay down with your legs united and spread the hands. That is good, that's what He demands. Let us begin this mental funeral. Take this rose that grew black from corruption and this crown of spines. The rose goes in the left hand, now lower the hand to forty-five degrees, hold the crown into your other hand and raise it by the same amount. This is perfect. Now we shall begin the ascension. Close your eyes and do not speak for I will help you overcome the weak. Let's not spill more blood, shall we? We'll try keeping it clean.
"The only fear I know is the fear of my own mind. For all the times I have, rehearsed the slaying of your kind."
"How sweet of you to use wisely your last words. An epitaph for terror. Maybe you want the definition of right and wrong? Or simply you want to know how it all came to this?"
"Let me meet my mistakes and understand them through your words."
"The only fear you know is the fear of your own mind. For all the times you have, rehearsed the slaying of my
Tears of an AngelTears of an AngelTears of an Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t know how much longer that I can be strong,
This storm is so great, I feel like I am coming undone,
Winds wrapping around me, I can hardly breathe,
The rains breaking me down, tearing at the seams,
Burning eyes I have, that don’t shed a tear,
The weight upon my shoulders, I can no longer bear
What once was strong and impenetrable, these walls of mine,
Are slowly crumbling around me, dust into the ground
No longer able to shield myself, from all that’s going on,
A heart slowly dying inside, no longer filled with joy,
Sadness and sorrow have engulfed my very soul,
Sometimes I truly wish that I wasn’t here anymore.
Wings battered and bruised, fail me as I fall to my knees,
No longer able to glide and fly, enjoying the breeze,
Dreams that were once so real, burning to nothing but ash,
Are blown away with the wind, floating by so fast,
I watch them as they fade, all my hope is gone,
A sad melody fills my ears, as my tears finally fall…
Black Widow VpunishmentBlack Widow V1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The one time I was able to experience the outside world was through my tumble off of the imbalanced tower. It was then when I had plunged into the garden of poisonous thorns and was nearly killed. A wilted black rose enveloped my left eye and I had screamed, my sight permanently impaired by the gouge. Through the crimson cascading down my face, I had seen the flower swallow my eye and spring to life as if resuscitated.
These memories of a disillusioned freedom came roaring to life too often, and I nurture the wounds inflicted even to this day and age. I am trapped in such a mansion, now hidden from the rest of the world by supposed witchcraft. Too much time here was transforming me into something I am not.
My fingers grew to be scaly stumps, entangled veins locked into decayed flesh; my skin a shriveled mess of black and blue. Growths of vines took to the meat underneath the nails. Was I turning out to be what my mother was? Less human than arachnid?
I need to get out
Faking itDead insideFaking it1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keep it in
But not within
With New Eyes: ProlougeWhat's wrong with the world?With New Eyes: Prolouge3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I mean, there must be something wrong when you can't walk into a library and find peace.
A person like me adores the quiet sanctuary of the library and I often came to forget the loneliness of losing my dad. He died a few years ago but it still felt like just yesterday.
The library was my only mean of forgetting that constant torture, but today it was being infested with new faces with loud voices. I couldn't just stand by and let my perfect home be interrupted by these these barbarians!
My name is Arthur Kirkland, and I was going to do everything to get the Exchange Student Program eradicated from this school permanently.
SimplicityWe are nothing more than putrid piles of hypocrisySimplicity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Searching for comfort, satisfaction and pity,
Our steel dogmas are fragile as our bones
I assure you that we get hurt as much with words as with stones.
We are shadows of our former selves that try to live
But in the end we realize that we have not much to give,
To give ourselves and to others, we are weak and strong,
Strong because of our ideas even though that normally they are wrong.
We tell other to keep strong and go on
When we are the ones that are blocked by the simplest loan.
Pull your act together,
Or simply disappear and accept life, forever.
LurkersLet the insanity flowLurkers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the lurkers lay low,
In the shadows and what not,
Your flesh is feeble and will rot,
Their teeth upon your neck and chest,
Accept the gift of death and now rest.
Pour salt on the wounds to eliminate the pain,
The thought of it passes your mind as a speeding train,
The lines get longer and longer but yet you do not feel stronger,
The flesh is sour and consumed and now your body is being exhumed.
When did it happen? When did you fall? The voices led to temptation,
You trusted them and found nothing more than the cure for decapitation,
The lurkers betrayed your fixed form causing nothing more than a painful storm,
Now you are one of them, a reject without the reflex of the brain, vengeance you've sworn.
Your mind is still in two torn and you refuse to obey,
Both predator and putrid prey.
Just obey and be one with the hive if you really want to survive.