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
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
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
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
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?
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!
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.
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.
When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy taleWhen I Said3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
I didn't want to be fought by a
I didn't want
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
I didn't want to wear the gown
I wanted it
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
But i never expected it to end like this.
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and…
Well, my name is Mary Starr
And this is how I died.
But daddy always loved me.
And daddy always lied.
If you are a victim...If you have ever faked a smileIf you are a victim...2 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
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.
ExistenceTwigs scraping viciously at open woundsExistence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stabbing my flesh as I quickly sprint through
A forest so dark, and so cold, and so thick
My heart has been shattered, it’s making me sick
Ripped dirty clothing and blood in my eyes
No one is near to hear my fatal cries
Battling words while I’m battling fists...
How do you fight what just doesn’t exist?
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...