With Love, AprilDarling,With Love, April2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I thought I saw you on the evening train today. Your hair was flowing, red and fiery like it normally was. Except it had a different shine to it this time like you had moved on – like you weren’t looking back…except you did look over your shoulder – a glance – to adjust the strap that was slipping off. It… wasn’t you, though. The smile cascaded to a frown and I turned to look at someone else’s stranger.
I considered burning the rest of your clothes your mother didn’t ask for (I couldn’t bring myself to do it). I sat in the vintage yellow seats of our kitchen instead, drinking strawberry tea out of your chipped green cocoa mug and staring at the starfish above the window in place of your mother. I considered shattering the cup, since she didn't ask for it either. I couldn't bring myself to do it. She didn’t know what she was doing. if she had, she would’ve taken all of you from me. I kno
The Spider and the SuccubusA demon should not love. He should only feel hate. Tch, I am simply in denial. I feel love when I should feel nothing but hate. I am slowly falling for someone. That in itself is horrible, but the fact that the person is a bloody human makes everything worse. I am an immortal being that resides in hell when I no longer have a contract with one of those humans. She is a mortal woman that simply resides in her large London manor when she is not out and about.The Spider and the Succubus2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I see her outside quite often, but never go and speak with her. She is usually a fair distance away so I can keep myself out of her natural line of vision. I watch as she gracefully walks, the bangs of her hair flowing in the wind. I simply have to have her. But what would the others say? I know that they would just look down upon me, but I cannot help myself! She’s beautiful. Simply intriguing.
That is it. I must have her. I am going to make her mine, regardless of what the others will say. I am now on my way into downtown Lo
You Gave Me A StarLast night you gave me a starYou Gave Me A Star2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A resplendent little light
You made it a surprise
Hiding it behind your thumb all night
So I wouldn't notice
The new twinkle
In our night's sky
"Without further ado"
You whispered to me
As you showed me
Our own little island
In a sea of darkness and wonder.
"Make a wish"
you smiled bashfully
"Its your star after all"
And I wished
I wished a million times
On that tiny light
That one day
I might be able to give you
All the stars in our sky.
Booty Injections Part 3Porsha heard about her friend Vanessa's butt injections and wanted some too. She saw how dancers made so much money off the sizes of their big asses. She had big credit card debts from all her spending and needed cash.Booty Injections Part 33 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Porsha didn't have the big bucks to get a professional butt injection, so she went asked some dancers at the strip club and they told her about an underground place where she could get injections from a lady who operated in an hotel room.
Porsha found out the rates the woman was charging. While she was broke, Porsha managed to get the money, $200.00 dollars, by lying to her grandmother about the need.
A week passed and Porsha went to the hotel which was located on the edge of town by the airport.
That day was a busy one for the lady doing the injections, she had 9 clients that day in all. When Porsha got there she sat down next to two girls who were waiting before her.
Although they were sitting down, she could tell they had some big asses. Just by glancing, one girls hi
ClicksClicks2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
[Disclaimer, please read the description before you read this poem, it shows how you're supposed to read this piece, thank you]
We log on-check-check-check-checking over FaceBook-
Click-click-click-click-clinkin' all the updates-
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again)
This is the new society
ten-fifty-seventy-ninety-over hundred friends online
three-twenty two-hundred nine the month before
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again)
This is the new society
Block-block-block-block-all of the pornography
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again);
Minds-minds-minds-minds being trapped again
An' this is the new society
beg-beg-beg-beg for something new again
give-give-give them something to shut them up
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again)
Finding Yourself.Seeing that boy in the window...Finding Yourself.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As he watches all the kids play...
As they wave to him, he simply gives them his usual grin.
But is he really smiling on the inside?
Is he really happy?
That girl over there with bruises on her soft delicate cheeks...
Everyone asks her what had happened...
If she was ok...
She would just smile and say that she had fallen over...
Was she telling the truth?
Was she really ok?
The woman over on the streets with the child holding her hand...
She says she is 20...
But how could she be when I saw her at school last year at the age of 16?
She says she is living a happy life with a happy family...
But why is it that I see a small tear shed?
As I continue walking down the street,
all I can see are faceless people...
Emotionless as they just shrug past me...
Like I am not even there...
I walked past my old school...
All of the kids were playing their games...
But I saw one...
Just swinging back and forth...
Holding their arms...
Looking to the ground...
i keep my hair like i keep my blue jeans: shortthe beginningi keep my hair like i keep my blue jeans: short2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she was all curls falling over shoulders and small hands and slender ankles, but she was also all crooked toes and cheek moles and half-baked smiles. she wore skinny jeans too long and too big on her and she always wore a jacket because she was always cold. and he thought that she was pretty beautiful the first time he saw her in a parade, sitting on top of a dodge truck and waving with both hands so that no one was left out. she was the kind of pretty beautiful that only came around when he said something stupid and she shook her head at him, trying to hide her teeth but failing miserably.
she wore glasses but only when she was doing work or when she had a headache because she thought that her eyes looked too wide in them and all she ever wanted in life was to be people magazine's definition of pretty—which she wasn't (but don't tell her that.) she drank tea on sleepless nights, sitting on her porch and stargazing; she thought that ma
The Pinocchio BraSteven woke up one morning next to his girlfriend Fiona, on their first anniversary since they started dating. He quietly got out of the bed to keep Fiona asleep as long as possible in order to give him enough time to find a present, as he had forgotten to buy something in the days leading to their anniversary. As he drove away from their house he thought of the potential gifts he could give her, and had an idea. Instead of buying something boring and traditional, he would instead give her a prank gift for the day. He had heard of a shop supposedly selling magical trinkets. Steven wasn't entirely sure what how exactly he wanted to poke fun at Fiona for the day, but if there was anything that would make for a good prank, he would find it there.The Pinocchio Bra1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He found the magic shop with little difficulty. Going inside he was quickly distracted by all the items lining the shelves and hanging from the walls. They were of all different types, some small trinkets, clothing, and old artifacts filled the s
Infini-Fridge 9000Barry loved his Infinity Fridge. Or at least, until he got married, anyway.Infini-Fridge 90003 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At first, it was amazing. As a freshly-recruited maintenance engineer on the Luxury Star Cruiser The Astronut, Barry had found his new home and workplace full wonders. He walked through rooms so tall he couldn't see the sky; he swept up litter from artificial beaches which captured more beauty than the real thing; he watched the stars pass by like rain from the sweeping observation deck.
And, of course, he had his Infinity Fridge.
An Infini-Fridge 9000 was standard-issue hardware for a Luxury class cruiser, but Barry had never seen anything like it. In the slums of his native Bomalomalom, pretty much everything was finite (except perhaps for misery). Water was rationed. Food was served via nutritional pills only. Even electricity was limited to ten tera-watt-hours per day. That was barely enough to run a sens-o-vision sim and have enough left over to purify your evening drink.
So to step into a room with a frid
Booty Injections Part 2Vanessa's butt grew again this to 70". She laid there on her bed wondering what she was going to do to get out of this growing problem.Booty Injections Part 23 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Three days went by without Vanessa eating any food, but she was extremely hungry and was desperate. She eyed the chicken still inside the fridge, and she ate it.
On cue, her butt grew from 70" to 75". By this time she was wearing sweat pants, but they straining on her ass after eating the chicken. She was still hungry but didn't want grow. Her dilemma was clear, don't eat and starve, or eat and expand. She ate some mashed potatoes and her booty swelled once again to 78".
Vanessa still tried calling the doctor's office, with no luck. Then Vanessa's phone rang, on the other line was Vanessa's manager. He suggested she get the injections for her career, and was checking up on her. Vanessa didn't want to say what was going on, but the manager was persistent and after three days of starvation, she was desperate for help. She decided to invite him to her apa
Ring the Bells of Hope.Ringing.... Ringing...Ring the Bells of Hope.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bells of hope be tolling as the notes of tears start to pour...
Watching the horizon as the sun begins to rise...
The sea of black surround the pride...
The grass darkened from the once wet dirt...
Remembering the times we had together...
The days of joy...
The days of sorrow...
The days of pain...
The days of hope...
Once a friend...
Once a husband...
Once a father...
Once... A brother...
But the roars of war had called for him.
The anger raged as the sun fury-ed its blood red.
The water flowing aimlessly like the soldiers of the battlefield.
Guns, tanks, grenades, missiles...
All just the instruments of death playing their tune...
All sirens of money and power.
As we stand by him now...
We watch as he lowers...
A warrior that had once stood for us...
Had been put to rest...
We just stand above him like the pawns of a king as he slowly travels deeper, deeper down.
The wife crying her tears of pain....
We just stood.
six steps to fixing youstep onesix steps to fixing you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cry. scream. bang your fists against the walls
that keep you locked inside.
kick your feet in the air. tell your sister she's stupid
and wrong and that you've never loved her.
cry. scream. apologize via him to you.
let your tears catch on your lashes
until you can no longer see anything but your own
demise. taste the bitterness left in
your mouth from your own bitching and rot in it.
break a mug. break two. kick
the pieces around the kitchen floor and cry some more.
break a plate. break a cup. break a bowl.
break a finger because nothing can take away this
sort of pain. you are empty and yet
you are filled with so much anger.
break a razor and paint pictures across your skin.
you are okay, you tell them.
you break three days later and you lie
in bed, unable to move.
start picking up the pieces. clean up the mess
you've made and he's left.
use windex to polish off the dirt and
here is my heart, and here is my home.i am done writing abouthere is my heart, and here is my home.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you can find me
in the "new beginnings"
isle, splashed with scar tissue and
dear child, open your
there are stars, a galaxy, and
there is breath in your lungs.
the past is never
you have lived through it,
swam through it and
maybe died a little
through it, but you
came out on top.
when this winter ends, it
will end harshly;
but spring comes every year,
and i hope that you
i hope you open your eyes
to rain and i hope
that you fall in love with
it, and i hope
that you let life move
like i had to.
train tickets are like 200 bucks.i loved her fortrain tickets are like 200 bucks.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the miles between us,
and i think i
might always do so.
she is printed in my mind,
like some halfbreed stoner dream
and i feel her colors like
sun. rain. hurricane.
leaves side vertically
in my veins,
the left side of a bicycle
wheeling around my brain
and she is a fucking drug, man.
i think i'm gay.
i'm not saying that just to
say it, either. i just
why else would i write letters to her
even though she'll never read them,
and why do i wonder how she looks
right on the verge of
sleep? i think about kissing her
a lot. it's always her.
she is my now. my then.
my way bak when.
but most of all, she is my
why, and that is
Hate Sleeping AloneEach nightHate Sleeping Alone2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I lay in bed...
Letting my covers
Try to keep me warm
Though they're never
As warm as your arms.
Letting my dreams
Try to soothe me
Into a deathly calm
Though they're never
As calming as your
Letting hundreds of sheep
Try to caress my eyes
To finally close
Though they shall never
In the way your gentle hand
In mine will.
And while the covers may try
They will never fill the place
Where you slept beside me.
My dreams will never
Fill the emptiness left
Without your breathe.
The sheep will never
Lift me away
Like the comfort of knowing
That your near me
And that you
Will be the first thing I see
When I wake
And each night I stay awake
Because without you
I'd rather not sleep.
How NOT to do an RPGYou are a mighty warlock. Your parents were eaten when you were a child, by bears, with guns, from the ghetto. They were gangster bears and your parents owed them money, you poor thing...You then somehow discovered that you had a twin brother who became the demon lord of an evil empire--lucky bastard. The world is now on fire and it's the fault of your family. You feel, despite your many years of being a crotchety recluse, that it is up to you to save the world. You decide this one morning, after getting out of bed. What do you do now?How NOT to do an RPG1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
> Five more minutes...
You sleep for five more minutes, but your pressing desire to save the world rouses you.
> No it does not.
Yes it does.
> Kill myself.
I recognize the fact that you've made a decision, given however that it is a 'stupid ass decision', I have elected to ignore it. What do you do?
> Wake up, grab a brush and put a little make-up. Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up!
You head into your bathr
Evenings Song.The wondrous evening sky...Evenings Song.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It fills the air with such peace and tranquillity.
I sit underneath an old oak tree.
Watching the blankets of clouds tuck in the Sun for bed.
I play my harp as Nature plays her whistle of wind.
The water nymphs in the lake watch me with their beautiful, glowing eyes.
They look so beautiful with their aqua blue skin and their hair softly floating in the water.
I continued playing as I heard their little giggles and whispers.
I smiled and gracefully plucked the harps strings with care.
The nymphs sung and had played their mystique harps of Water along with me.
Even though they were playing, I could see their stares of envy and wonder as the wind would caress my hair and face.
My blonde hair was softly swaying as Natures flute was playing.
They had continued playing as we were in perfect harmony.
Such beauty in notes of song.
As we play the lullaby of the Evening.
Goodnight our Sun.
As we await your rebirth in a new day.
the artist.01.the artist.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky was earl grey
and the clouds were steamy sips
and i wanted to drink it all.
the leaves were star yellow
and the bark smelled of coffee
and the bakery was selling a moon made out of cheese.
there was an old man on a bench
he threw his wedding band in the sewer
i cried for him.
the birds were dreams
and the mountains, my obstacles,
tally ho young adventurer tally ho
i ran into an artist today
he drew signs on corner post buildings
but he also gave his lunch to a homeless boy.
my mom holds black holes beneath her eyes
and for the first time in days, she spoke to me,
"i'm worried about you. try to make some friends?"
dear mom, i am trying
i played chess with a man in the park
i helped a girl find her parents
i am content with who i am, mom,
now i am just trying to help others achieve the same.
i ran into the artist again today
and he taught me how to paint
and then he smiled at me and said, "you're different than the rest."
we made plans, me and
The Connection of Song.Music...The Connection of Song.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a lot more to it than you think...
The beats of the drums...
They would be the hearts beat and the adrenaline that is pumping...
Their sweet, sweet notes as they play are like the blinks of Time...
The breaths you breathe as you spend those precious moments together...
All mixed up emotions of love, sorrow, hate and happiness....
Music is the ballad of our lives...
We might hear happiness but can we feel the sorrow?
We can see the hate but is there love as well?
As we dance to the notes, can we feel the passion?
The flows of the beats, could we think of energy that had played a role?
Do we cry because the chords are sad?
Do we smile because of the happiness of the words?
Can we feel our hearts flicker like the burning flames when we dance with our lovers?
Of course we do.
Do you know why?
Music is like listening to ourselves.
Looking inside our hearts and feeling true emotions.
Music is a part of us...
Because it is us...
The Suffering of a Child.What did I do wrong?The Suffering of a Child.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What am I?
Am I a nobody?
Someone who is just going to fall to the clutches of darkness?
How am I scary?
How can they just watch me?
How can they just push me away?
How am I any different to them?
What am I to this world?
Just a piece of dirt?
A bag full of crap to kick around?
Can't you see?
Are you that blind that you can't see what's on the inside?
Is their really a monster underneath this skin?
Am I really a horrible story because of my cover?
What is this world coming to?
What is everyone doing with their lives?
How is bullying and discriminating going to make you happy?
I can tell you this now.
After all of the crap I have been in,
I am still happy.
You know why?
Because I live.
Without the IndividualWithout the IndividualWithout the Individual2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you imagine a world, directed by a single mind?
A collective conscious, a living hive.
Each time we are born, we receive a part of it
And when we return, we share in the pool.
There would be no fear of death;
No fear of the unknown…
For a thousand souls would bolster our hearts.
We could live—truly LIVE—to the fullest extent of our capabilities.
And when we succeed?
That success returns to the hive…
That success can be shared across the next generation.
We would become an ever-evolving organism.
One with a thousand faces, but a single driving purpose.
Can you even imagine how that would feel?
But…I suppose that you can’t.
For you, as with all humans, share in a single flaw:
The nature of the individual, the ego of the singular man.
Existing in a void of his own thoughts—he has no point of reference.
He is alone, even if surrounded by other humans,
For he shall never share in their minds…
Wasteland Samurai Soft, stinging inconvenience was left in the wake of the sandstorm that blew through the stucco town of Pisces. Brooms, shovels, garbage cans, dumpsters and whatever vehicular support the town could muster would bring a swift and speedy end to this golden mess. Samuel and Vincent were working a line gang passing buckets to each other going both ways. The sun stood proud on post, beaming a less than welcomed smile as shirts dampened, and brows and noses and chins dripped with salty labor. All manner of men, whether their pockets were lined with lint or with gold or with guilt shoveled burdensome grains to be carried off outside the city to pile up two miles to the west.Wasteland Samurai2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A seat at the bar with frosty cold brews waited for every man who wanted their pat on the back in the form of a bottle; your heart’s content on the house for the evening. Vincent dropped himself into a candy-lacquered booth rubbing his denim overalls over the faux leather.
OverworkedOverworked1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
[Rin Matsuoka x Reader]
With a bright screen and a dim light, your eyes are itching and it's hard to keep them open.
Here you are, writing a report for biochemical engineering at 2:30 in the morning. You would've fallen asleep long ago, if not for your boyfriend's amazing coffee-making skills.
"Hey, Rin?" you call out, feeling a little guilty for making him stay up late with you. He has a swim meet or something tomorrow, and although he had a long nap earlier in the day, you don't want him to be tired when swimming.
"Can you make me another cup? I can barely keep my eyes open."
"Give me a minute."
You wouldn't have to be here, but your computer shut down in the middle of your typing earlier; the battery had heated up too much, and you lost at least half of your document. And this report is due tomorrow.
Ever since, you've been saving every five minutes.
Briefly, you close your eyes and rub them softly, before turning down the brightness on your computer. Your legs are numb from