looks at me across the dinner table and
if i've been eating lately
and my mother (beside me) joins his stare with hers
and reduce me to ashes with only
as daddy talks about a girl
he used to know who
starved herself to death
i look down at my plate and
(i throw my food away in the end
and nearly cut my finger on
my razorblade collarbone
and knife-edge hips
i am sharp
but not brittle
i can tear down cities with a bat of my eyes
(the same ones you burn me with)
i will not soften my edges for
soft people who don't want to cut themselves
on my angles and blades
underestimate me not
i was born to open throats
i've seen what starvation does
to those who starve
and felt the vice
of those who love the starving
don't assume you know more of that
particular brand of heartbreak
just because you don't know
what I've felt in my short time
You'll Never Understand...You'll never understand...You'll Never Understand...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
Celi6ate "Kanny-"Celi6ate3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No, Cronus! If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times-"
"Vhat?! Do you not trust me or something?"
"Don't be ridiculous, that is hardly the root of the problem here-"
"Do you not love me? Is that it?"
Kankri Vantas was officially stuck between a rock and a hard place.
The somewhat off-kilter and often stressful red relationship he had decided to risk with Cronus had been going on for nearly half a sweep, and more than once, Cronus had made sexual advances. He had tried to sweep Kankri off his feet and woo him silly, which worked to an extent. That extent was cuddling on the sofa with almost cold hands rubbing circles on a mutant-hot grey chest under a certain red sweater while a rom-com was playing, maybe a few cold kisses to the neck and ears. This elicited high, sweet giggles and squirmin
Insufferable. Insufferable.Insufferable.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It really stung him.
Kankri was used to nasty names like that, and he'd learned to keep a straight face through the taunting and verbal abuse. However, name-calling was one of the many subjects that sent him into a long-winded sermon about how some trolls could be 'tri99ered' by such a manner of speech, which only led to more bullying, and eventually to more sermons. The cycle was vicious and never ending.
Even gentle Aranea, with sad blue eyes, had told him on more than one occasion to be quiet. Though she was known as a rather talkative troll, her stories, he supposed, were more interesting than what he had to say. Mituna had more than once told him to 'shut the fuck up' to Cronus' s delight. Before the 'accident', Kurloz hadn't been able to stand him, saying that he was speaking heresy, and usually left the room in under a minute. Porrim seemed to
Gun Within The MirrorIt feels as if my reflectionGun Within The Mirror2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Points a gun at its own head,
As my bullet shoots the mirror
And paints the floor with red,
And it feels as if my gun
Just isn't steady in my hand,
Because darling, when I jump off cliffs,
Do you think I always land?
It feels as if the razor blade
Might be my only friend,
And it feels as if the broken glass
Might soon begin to bend,
Because my reflection is distorted, love.
Can't you see that, love, can't you see?
I'm pointing a gun at the mirror,
And the mirror points back at me.
Am I Good Enough...?Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,Am I Good Enough...?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Now am I good enough?
Move onBack and forthMove on4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thoughts in my head
From all the words you said
My hands shook
As I fought back emotion
My throat closed
My tears like an ocean
I flipped the switch
All my feelings suppressed
I tell myself
This is for the best
You walked on me
And left me in pieces
I was there for you
Yet you weren't there when I needed
I lived for you
And you took me for granted
I almost died for you
Yet all these lies you planted
Too many chances
You used them all twice
Despite how it hurts
I have to take my own advice
You're no good for me
You just hold me down
If I keep following you
I know you'll surely let me drown
I'm better off
Away from your cold grip
It feels harder to live
I'll make it
With me and me alone
My heart you no longer own
Rolling Boy -HetaOni ver.-Rolling BoyRolling Boy -HetaOni ver.-4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
stuck inside a recurring dream
too many times
is coming true.
All the noise
inside his little head
He scratches it wildly;
He scratches it wildly.
* * * * * *
'No problems' he says so brightly
But then, it's vanished
Gone to the air
Please for your sake, don't enter the mansion
He's alone, so he tries
"One more time
One more time
Take us all back to that time,"
The boy says
So he says
As he holds the fateful book in the air!
"Are you ready to quit?"
"Not so ready yet
We might make it out in another time
So I'll just go on there (next loop)
* * * * * *
is faraway in that dream.
Beyond the colors you can see.
All the voice
overlapping in the air
He mixes them all around;
he mixes them all around!
Are You?I'm sorry,Are You?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I'm not
I'm not a supermodel.
that I'm not
I'm not a comedian.
that I'm not
that I'm not
that I'm not
I'm not perfect.
What Happened?I used to think make upWhat Happened?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristI am a label3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Again and again.
Maybe I’m an emotional freak.
I cause fights and arguments
Maybe I’m a troublemaker.
I use make up to make myself seem
Maybe I’m girly.
I complain about things
Even when sometimes
Maybe I’m an attention seeker.
I fall under so many
So maybe I am a label.
I’m just me.
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereNo Longer a Little Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive tendencies, I feel it's time to hear
You were all I had when nothing else seemed to be near
Everything so out of reach, too far for me to see
I decided I would choose the needle next to me
Slicing through my very skin to feel something once more
Weeping through the satisfaction I could not ignore
Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were?
Playing the PianoPlaying the PianoPlaying the Piano4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"So I just play the tone like this?" He asked softly, dark lashes fluttering at the scenery around him as he turned to met the others eyes.
"Yes, just like that!" He cheered quietly, urging the other to continue with a false smile, "You're quite lovely at playing the piano, Kiku."
"Thank you, Alfred." He smiled, stretching his lithe, pale fingers across the monochrome keys, "I shall start from the beginning." He stated, hesitantly pressing his fingers on the white and black, before continuing with his deep, sorrowful music. The music resounded with rain drops of melodic beats- like each drop was telling a sad story......is this.........maybe why people cover their heads from the rain?"
A soft chuckle came from the others lips, "Possibly...but you have to remember- not everyone covers their head from the rain, some just let the pain flow." He offered kindly, joining the other on the lonesome seat, "Do you perhaps require more?" He asked, waiting for the others consent.
If you are a victim...If you have ever faked a smileIf you are a victim...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Turned away from your “friends”
Tortured yourself over an error
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesPoor Man's Gold3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise
Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust
Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air
Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care
Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold
Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
The Truth Hurts, Doesn't It?Everyone has a secret.The Truth Hurts, Doesn't It?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its the razor blade under their pillow.
The end of a toothbrush covered in bile,
Even a loaded gun stashed in your closet that was somehow 'misplaced'.
Its only the name of a crush scribbled over and over on a crumpled piece of paper,
The quiet whispers of where you snuck out to last night.
How you really passed that test.
Its the innocent sayings that hurt the most,
Pent up emotion that cuts the deepest
Your kin by blood that deal the killing blows.
Yet you continue to let them close enough to see the pain in your eyes,
Under the false hopes that instead of pushing you away,
They would accept you for what you are.
A monster of your own creation.
Don't try to change a creature of habit,
Never trust the wind to break your fall,
Promise you won't hide from something that is truly blind to reality.
Each person shouldn't have to change their ways
In order to be accepted by a society
Which stores their own s