OSometimes I think about buyingO1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
a ring that represents forever
But who needs golden bands
when cold fingertips on my skin
draw eternity in shy circles
GalateaSometimes, she is my mistressGalatea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sneaking in through my window and seducing me out of sleep
She keeps me up past sunrise, whispering sweet promises in my ear
Silencing me with her smoldering passion, stripping me until inspiration strikes
She makes me sing, until the sheets are slathered in a thick skin of poetry
Sending shivers up my spine and igniting my senses with her ghostly fingers
She is a lover and a shadow, nowhere to be seen when I wake
Sometimes, she is my psychosis
Suffocating and strong, I can do nothing but submit to her grasp
She seethes, like a snake constricting around me until my sight blurs to smoke
Slowly, she consumes me with sick reverence and searing obsession
She stifles me because she refuses to be restrained, yet I long for her kiss
Severing haggard breaths from my lips, leaving me stunned and aching
She is a succubus and a nightmare, haunting me
Sometimes, she is my saint
Stifling sobs against my shoulder, shaking me until my tears start to fall
She has so much
Bad HabitsS.Bad Habits2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fallen in the crook of her pink lips.
She always hides her mouth,
as if she’s afraid to speak.
She never faces you completely,
like you’re not worth her full attention.
Averting her cold gaze, she walks with a haughty, empty stride.
Even when her striking blue eyes are pointed at you, her chin is always tilted up and shoulder
SC - Hard CandyShe's not exactly one for sweets.SC - Hard Candy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She doesn't like caramels, or creams, or sugar of any kind. It's odd, she thinks, because she has a distinct memory of sitting on the floor of her parents' house, downing Pixi Stix and wearing dozens of Ring Pops, pretending that each came from a prince or a movie star or a millionaire; someone who was handsome and rich and would whisk her away to far-off destinations, where she'd be lavished with every single indulgence she desired.
She wonders when that changed.
She thinks she knows.
Coca-Cola makes her sick now. It's hazy and cloudy, but she can almost piece together why. She remembers sitting in a sleazy bar, twirling her fake ID between her fingers, feeling a strange sense of pride whenever it clacked up against her blood-red acrylics.
He was sweet too, she kind of remembers. She remembers he had a silky voice, and straight white teeth, and a charming way about him.
She remembers he bought her a Roy Rogers. She remembers how he strung her along fo
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches firesMy lover has water running through her veins9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
TM- Walking on airTake my hand.TM- Walking on air5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trust in me.
Because the first step is always the hardest.
Watch the sunset with me as we walk.
Brilliant shades of yellow, red, purple, pink and orange surounding us.
Waves of blue, green, and teal crashing against the brown and gray cliff.
The wind will rush in our ears as we fall, blocking out the sound.
But the beating of your heartbeat is louder, pounding against my skull.
Feel the ocean water, cold and sharp, tearing against our skin.
And know that just for those few moments.
We were walking on air.
.:all the time:.we have all the time in the world to do it.:all the time:.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the time in the world to act stupid and laugh loud and eat cheap sushi outside of starbucks
and meet up awkwardly
and make sexual inneundos at each other
and sing stupid songs and tell stupid stories and never feel like theyre stupid, never time wasted
and slap asses and try on stilettos
and feel so, so warm inside
and put on makeup and lip synch and bitch and be fabulous and everything
and joke about people and gossip and derpes
all in a cute box tied up with brown paper and twine
...because the pretty contents don't need to be in a pretty package...
HD- GuidingStrong arms wrapped tight around me.HD- Guiding5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pulling me close and telling everything will be okay.
Soft hands wipe away my tears.
Gentle kisses placed against my lips.
You'll away be here.
I'll never lose sight of you.
No matter how thick the fog.
Or deep the sea.
You are my guiding light.
Bringing me home.
antsYou think too small of us, little person.ants5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Carrying loads far too big and far too heavy.
Like a mountain on an ant.
But you know, don't you?
Ants live in families too.
better.better6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
it's candy-colored neon lights
it's your favorite bubble gum
it's flowers opening and
it's heartstrings tying unbreakable knots
it's a thousand things clicking into place
and you honestly have to say
it's better this way
... i never needed words...
...they just help the feeling...
HD - wonderI wonder why I love you sometimes.HD - wonder5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The thought always hits me in the quiet moments, you know, the ones in between talking and making out, and you yelling at me not to embarrass you in front of everyone. Those moments.
I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I could do better.
(no, never. there's nothing better than you)
You're kind of bland and boring-looking.
(and beautiful and amazing and everything I've ever wanted)
Kind of a dime-a-dozen, really...
(how are you even real? people like you only exist in fairy tales)
So, why do I need you all of a sudden? Wasn't I doing fine before you?
(I was living to meet you)
Why do I look forward to talking to you, to seeing you? Why do I worry when you don't respond to my texts fast enough? Lord knows I don't care when other people ignore the beeps...
(I didn't know there were so many ways you can say "fuck" and feel bad)
Maybe it's the way you worry about me; the anxious voice messages when I sleep through
TM- PresentAngelo stood there akwardly in the middle of the hallway, trying to get up enough courage to knock on Legato's door. The seventeen year old was never the best gift-giver; he always felt embarassed after he gave them gift, not to mention the knot he gets in his stomach over it. He always worried that the person wouldn't like the gift. Angelo sighed, 'I can't do it...', he thought, and placed the silver box infront of the door. Angie took one deep breath before knocking on the door and running like hell back to his room.TM- Present5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A couple of minutes passed before Leggie walked into the room that Angelo and the Pastor shared, "What's this?" Legato asked, holding up a book in her hand.
Angelo peeked up from his handheld game, and then looked back down before answering, "It's a book." He said, trying to act like he didn't know it was the present he bought her.
"You bought this for me, didn't you?" Legato asked, cross
rememberand it was colored with freedomremember6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
shades and tints and tones of yellows and reds and blues
turned upside down and inside out
and dangerously liking the new perspective
the world is falling all around him
and all he wants
is to forget
HD - Morning InventorySo, I guess I'm kind of sort of in love with you.HD - Morning Inventory5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's weird how that happens, when you don't look for it and don't expect it. Then it like, sneaks up on you and follows you, like a fucking ninja or something.
But yeah, a weird thing happened this morning that I think I should tell you. It's kinda your fault anyway.
So when I woke up, I stretched, and yawned, ya know, all the basic stuff people do when they wake up. And then I did my quick inventory of myself. A guy like me with God knows what kind of lifestyle needs to be aware that he has both hands and kidneys every day.
So I counted, ten toes, ten fingers, two hands, two feet, both kidneys, I assume. No scars, at least none I can't remember. I didn't wake up in a dingy apartment (no dingier than mine at least) in a tub full of ice so I guess I'm good.
Happy with that, I scratched my chest, and then I thought 'where the fuck is my heart?' I could've sworn I went to bed with it, where did I leave it?
Then I remembered, I left it at y
HD- Puzzle PiecesI know that i'm in love with you, and I feel really bad for saying this, but I don't even remember what you look like.HD- Puzzle Pieces5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember the basics: you had two eyes, two ears, a mouth and a nose. I can't remember what color your eyes were, or what hair style you had, but I do remember that you were tall.
And facial hair. I definitely remember that, because it tickled every time it grazed my cheeks.
But it's been... a week? Maybe two. Hell, I can't even remember when it was I last saw you, and it's driving me crazy. I can barely concentrate on everyday life because i'm trying to put together the pieces to this puzzle, but it's not easy.
All the pieces are blurry; a big collage of colors that are supposed to somehow make a face... your face.
I don't remember what your name was, or how tall you were, or even your age. Are you older then me? Younger maybe? It doesn't matter.
I might not be able to
TM - so niceTM - so nice5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And he looks out across the dinner table, littered with guns and money and lit candles in elegant candelabras, and he marvels in the smiling faces of this, his family.
For a second, he thinks he sees their pain, burning in their eyes. Tales of shattered households and children of circumstance. Lost parents, betrayals, empty windows...
...things that hurt to even know they exist.
He thinks about them. About his own tragedies. He remembers the bloodshed. The sounds of shells hitting the marble tiles. The screams echoing throughout a wide and lifeless house.
He remembers the silence.
Tears begin to cloud his brown eyes, because oh god it hurts to still be alive.
He can't remember the last time he cried so much.
He thinks it was in the rain, the tears were too cold and too much to all be his.
His scar burns as a warm tear traces it down his face.
He can't remember what it's like to be alone because it's a feeling he had never forgotte
I will never know, but I wouldTRANSMENI will never know, but I would5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will never know how painful it is to get caught in my zipper. I would take the chance, if it meant I had a penis and I could pee standing up
I will never know how embarrassing it is to get an erection in public. I would happily hide my visible arousal, if it meant I could get an erection.
I will never know the disgust of having to go to the doctor for a prostate exam. I would go and get an exam every week, if it meant I had a prostate.
I will never know the agony of being kicked in the balls. I wouldn't curse or scream about it, if it meant I had balls that could be injured.
I will never need to use a condom for the reason "I don't want my partner to get pregnant". I'd never gripe about having to use a condom, if it meant I had the ability to get someone pregnant.
I will never know the moodiness, bloating, and cramps of having PMS. I would not complain and I would try to deal with the agony, if it meant I got a period.
I will never know the dread of going to a g
The Demon and the Magician: Part 9The Demon and the MagicianThe Demon and the Magician: Part 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part IX: Stories in the Rain
“The nightmares are unrelenting,” Miyako says softly, placing a warm hand over my forehead. My body, drenched in a cold sweat, lies shivering on the old red couch. “Your mind has lost something.”
“I know,” I say, struggling upwards as I look down at my pale torso. “I don’t know what it is, however.”
“Meditation can help.”
“Not with what I’ve lost,” I answer softly. My hands tremble slightly as I close my eyes: a bright flash, a searing heat, a tremendous force—I can feel it now. This is the fourth night in a row, and my lack of sleep and tremendous fits have kept me from leaving this small apartment.
“Here’s the tea, Miyako,” Clyde says as he carries in a small porcelain cup, the steam rising slowly from the rim. “I added some ginseng.”
“Thank you dear,” she says as I reach up an
hey worthlessi don't know who you arehey worthless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i know you're desperate
black stains on a cracked sidewalk
walk away worthless
i don't need to know what you've done
to know it was stupid
you cant get far enough away
walk away worthless
stop acting like people care
stop being so cruel
stop acting like it's not your fault
walk away worthless
give it up worthless
it's not gonna come back
so walk away worthless
Abandoned: Chapter FourAbandonedAbandoned: Chapter Four2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The grass is cold and wet under my worn, bare feet. A heavy morning dew weighs down the tall emerald blades as I sift my way through it, approaching the small house at the bottom of the hill, being careful not to slip and fall. I pause about three meters away from the building and study the large oaken door that marks the entrance: engraved on the front is the same symbol that the magician has burned into his left palm.
“He certainly put some effort into this place,” I say softly: the architecture is modern, the lines straight and clean with abrupt corners marking the jagged edges; black shingles contrast the wooden exterior, outlined in a metallic trim. My eyes turn back to the door and gaze at the symbol that has been thrust into my face a hundred times, the symbol that haunts my nightmares and taunts me from my daydreams.
I close the final few steps to the door and raise my hand, curling it into a fist to knock, but I find myself frozen in place ju
A Poem To TV Tropes"TV Tropes Will Ruin Your LifeA Poem To TV Tropes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From A Certain Point Of View
Or So I Heard"
"Welcome To TV Tropes,
Made Of Win,
Up To Eleven ,
But For Me It Was Tuesday
When It All Began
Too Much Information
You Can Never Leave
Until The End Of The World.
Take a Chance on MeTake a Chance on MeTake a Chance on Me3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Are you serious right now, Natsu?” Gray asked as he turned to look at his friend whose face had tinged a light green as the train began to inch forward. “We just started moving.”
“I…know…” the fire mage managed to mutter as he clutched his stomach and leaned against the wall of the train.
“Why does this happen?” Gray asked, placing his chin in his palm as he looked out the window over Natsu’s light pink hair.
Gray sighed loudly and leaned backwards into the soft seats, stretching his arms out as he looked around the empty car. Seated in the very rear of the train, they were completely alone, and as the train rattled out of the station and down the tracks, Gray inhaled deeply and closed his eyes to enjoy the slight peace.
“I don’t know about you, but I love train rides,” the ice wizard smirked, his eyes still closed. &