Be YourselfDon't be - a person formed by societyBe Yourself5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't be - a mask of a person which doesn't exist
Don't be - a shadow of yourself
Don't be - a predetermined future
Be - what you want to be
Be - who you want to be
Be - who you are
Be - yourself
a friend like youWritten with a pen, sealed with a kissa friend like you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you are my friend, please answer me this:
Are we friends, or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot,
So tell me now, and tell me true,
So i can say, I'm here for you.
Of all my friends I've ever met,
You're the one I wont forget,
And if i die before you do
I'll go to heaven and wait for you.
I'll give the angels back their wings,
and risk the loss of everything.
There isn't a thing i wouldn't do
To have a friend just like you.
Cuts To My HeartOne cutCuts To My Heart6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the time you hit me.
For the time you cursed at me.
For the time you left me.
For the time you broke me.
Let the blood drip down.
Six cuts to my heart
And then I'm gone.
AnswerAnswersAnswer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone asks for answers
But what are they
Truth or fiction
What answers truly matter.
Look down for an answer
To your hands
Do you see them
Look closely, what do you see
Weathered and worn or smooth as silk
Do they yearn to create or destroy
do they strive to heal to harm
Or perhaps to touch the unknown
What is your answer?
Look to your chest and the heartbeat within it
The tangled emotions that make up a life
Stand still for a moment and turn your gaze inward
An answer awaits you now what do you feel.
Shattered and breaking or stronger than iron
Hide in the shadows or challenge the world
Fueled by a fire or frozen in ice
Love or hate, joy or sorrow
What is your answer?
Look in a mirror and into your eyes
The windows it's said to see into your soul
Take notice of what you read deep within them
Tell me the truth now what do you believe.
In yourself, your abilities,your gifts.
In gods and prophets or science and technology
In fate or free choice
Or perhaps in dreams
takingwild sea-scented boy,taking2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when it's time to
use the razor
i will cry and i might
leave dark-moon bruises
on your biceps
but i won't
i won't. instead,
i will remember
primitive indigo dawns
with naked lamplight
light on half your face,
fire in your eyes,
me trapped between
your hands firm on the sides of my head,
i will remember cathartic silences,
your gaze leaking into my tear ducts,
that you taste away,
the pulse of your vitals
against mine, lips raw with
and i will remember
our skins our touch
the energy flowing through
your smell your smile
your hold your salt water
that i will take with me
boy born from ocean breeze
there is no other you
i still do not want this blade but
i do not blame you.
MiRaClEs, ch6 -gamkat-Gamzee grinned. "You know, you make a motherfuckin good pillow."MiRaClEs, ch6 -gamkat-2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Glad you think so.." He shook his head.
Gamzee laughed and then went quiet, just sorta looking up at Karkat.
Karkat was looking to the side and then glanced down at him and saw him staring and blushed a little, "What?"
"About what?" He asked curiously; his blush going away now.
"'bout miracles.....you know, most things I consider to be miracles revolve around you." He smiled a little. "When you smile, when you laugh, when you blush.....all miracles."
Karkat's heart did three flips in his chest and he couldn't help but smile a little at the kind words, even if they were coming from Gamzee..
"You should smile more often....your whole face lights up when you do."
Karkat blushed a little and smiled more, "Really?"
"Yeah. It's doing it right now; you look so happy." Gamzee smiled softy at him. "It's a good look for you."
Karkat blushed more and looked to the side; hiding his smile.
"Why are you being so nice t
Once ComfortingWooden platforms housing the collective wordsOnce Comforting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of authors past and present tense,
From which I drew shelter in pubescent days,
Back when escaping life was just a turn of the page,
I would pass the time in naïve haze,
Filling my mind with the white lies
That writers call device.
I drank deep from this well of thoughts,
Getting drunk on the heavy draughts
Taking in the pathos notions
From those that would describe a puddle
When it's an ocean
They stuck in me,
Those written hollow truths.
Duty, Honor, Glory,
Consumed my mind
And in search of these,
I left home to find
Leaving behind those paper portals
To gather dust in an empty room,
Where there are none to exhume
Such dangerous ideals.
War taught me uncertainty,
Where chaos moves too fast to see
And life is but a privilege
Bestowed by a corpse's eyes,
Oh, how I long for those comforting lies!
Enter a new channel [Part 16](Pewdiecry)Enter a new channel [Part 16](Pewdiecry)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
This story is a boyxboy story so if you don't like those then I suggest that you don't read this.
The day before
I smiled at Ryan as he let out soft snores in his sleep; it was horrible how this incredible boy had such a terrible past. I kissed his head gently then slipped out from under the blankets and made my way downstairs. It was still early so no one was up yet and I smiled at the peacefulness of the house. Birds chirped outside in the glowing morning light and a few cars drove by. I made some toast and poured myself a glass of juice and ate it quickly before heading back upstairs quietly and changing into some clean clothes, brushing my teeth and hair and going back downstairs. I wrote a small note telling my mom where I would be and not to tell Ryan anything about where I was then grabbed my car keys and went out the door. As I drove out of t
Enter a new channel [Part 4] (Pewdiecry) This story is a boyxboy story so if you don't like those then I suggest that you don't read this.Enter a new channel [Part 4] (Pewdiecry)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rating- PG (For now)
"Ryan? What are you doing here?" The blonde asked, concern and fatigue in his voice. He stood just in his boxers and a baggy t-shirt, his hair messy.
"Oh, w-well I k-kinda need to c-change into c-clothes. C-could I change i-in your bathroom? I'll l-leave right after." I answered, wrapping my arms around my chest to try and keep warm. Felix must have noticed my shivering because he pulled me into his house with gentle hands, then wrapped a thick blanket around my shoulders and I couldn't help but sigh quietly at the warmth.
"No, your staying here for the night and I won't take no for an answer. You would be at your house and not in the freezing rain unless something happened there. You do have a house though, right?" I just nodded and didn't say anything else. He led me up to his room and showed me the bathro
BrokenEmpty, distraught, laid bare, cleavedBroken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
off my skin. Crumbling to the weight
of reality. Crushing dreams which outweigh
thoughts of utopia. Life's cumbersome
relief, falling apart. My knees stagger
along. Treading roads meant to hurt.
Pain unbearable felt with every piercing
stride. Bleeding me dry, I have nothing
left to give. Empty a vessel carrying hope.
Moving, crawling, squirming forward. The
dirt moving through the skin infecting the
flesh. Spoiling the purity that had once existed
in places shut out from the barren scapes of
reality. An idealist who does not realize; reality
paints a bleak picture on a canvas that is fading.
A dream world cascading in an illusion of life
which was meant to be. Reaching out desperately.
Trying to hold on as the world sees the crimson
clot which covers my naked body. Cheering on
a brutal song which echoes about in a deaf
man's ear. Forever heard as the rumbling cuts
through whatever is left to give to these empty
fields. As the dust gathers around c
The IndividualYou wear your skin, with mask of sin,The Individual4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A spiderweb of lies. Of "individuals",
Breaking ties, alone at last
They seem to hide, a fixation of vanity...
I am the "individual"!
This is my golden ritual,
Refuse all that is me,
A web of lies I be!
But can you see, what you've become,
Showing these scars made by none-
Other than you?
They were made just for you...
They were made just by you...
Made to be pitied too...
You are the "individual"!
Lies are your golden ritual,
Refuse what you should be,
To live with agony!
The HeartThe heart knowsThe Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But most of all
It knows good and evil.
Right from wrong.
But it does not
Care to choose
One or the
The heart can break
Into bitter pieces
But it can be strong,
It does not know when to
Enter a new channel [Part 14](Pewdiecry)This story is a boyxboy story so if you don't like those then I suggest that you don't read this.Enter a new channel [Part 14](Pewdiecry)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“So you’re not going to school? You’re not going to tell anyone you’re back?” Felix asked. We had just been cuddled up on my bed, his arms wrapped around my waist and my head resting on his chest. The question surprised me as we hadn’t said anything for the last few minutes; we had just been sitting in a comfortable silence. Sometimes Felix would kiss my head and run his hand up and down my arms but other than that we didn’t really move.
“I’ll go back in a bit, maybe next week. I just want some time to adjust.” I murmured softly, enjoying the warmth Felix provided. I curled up closer to him. I felt him smile and he kissed my head again, tightening his hold on me slightly as if he was scared I would disappear.
“You never told me about your d
14 Again (To My Youth)They said that14 Again (To My Youth)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"these were supposed to be
the best years of my life".
"Really?" I call bullshit.
They were the worst
and they really are.
I never knew
heaven and hell
had the same entrance...
until I was 14.
"these memories will
last a lifetime."
"Really?" I said with a bitter smirk.
then losing them.
but I really loved him.
He didn't love me back.
failing and falling
winning and growing
sinking and swimming.
I never knew
what life was
or what it meant
until I was 14.
"I would want
the time back."
"Really?" I said sarcastically.
I guess we can never be right
Jade x DaveYou are Dave Strider, and you're stuck with this fucking headache. Meanwhile being taken care of by Jade Harley, who you also have a small crush onJade x Dave3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You are Jade Harley, you are taking care of Your friend, Dave Strider. " Achoo!" Is all you hear from Dave." Stupid Fucking cold!" you hear Dave yell.
>Jade: Respond to Dave
You giggle playfully at Dave, not noticing his small blush because you're back is turned to him.
>Dave: Reply to Jade
" Why are you laughing?" You say to Jade as she faces you with a cold rag.
" Nothing, just you" Jade says with once again another giggle, why does she have to be so cute?!
> Jade: Check Dave's Temp.
You bend over to Dave and put your own head against his, noticing his face getting redder and his temperature rising.
> Jade: Giggle.
You giggle playfully at Dave as you move away slowly " You should really sleep, wouldn't want it getting worse." You say as you walk away slowly.
> Dave: make an excuse for Jade to stay.
"Jade!" you yell at her before sh
sleeps in all our bones*sleeps in all our bones6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i had that dream again, virginia
i thought i was dying but they said no,
you are not dying. it's your child that is dying.
and i think about my husband,
i think about the father of my child and how
neither of them must ever know.
i am not an accomplice, i comfort myself
as i make plans to dispose of the body.
so i tell my husband that i did a bit of gardening,
and i tell my lover i was digging for buried treasure -
and they believe me.
i tell them i gave my rock collection away, virginia
and they believe me.
guilt is a useless emotion unless it weighs you down enough
to kill you, and
no one ever thinks to check your pockets
once you've passed the metal detector.
i am not an accomplice, i comfort myself,
as i lace up my shoes for a walk to the river.
It HurtsMy voice has lost all soundIt Hurts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have nothing left to yell
No meaning to my words,
and it hurts, the silence hurts
The music I once loved
Sounds off, eternally
Teasing my silenced soul,
and it hurts, the words hurt
The memories are still there
Haunting my every dream
All that i can do is scream,
and it hurts, the past hurts
Nothing left but the truth,
and all the lies that hide it
The pain is still there, smiling at me,
and it hurts, everything hurts
the boy i used to write poems aboutTHIS POEM IS NOT ABOUT LOVE.the boy i used to write poems about6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you took the posters off the walls for the first time yesterday,
moved the bed back into the corner and stocked up on that tea
you love but i’ve always disliked. opening
the blinds used to be a sin but now they drown the room with sunlight,
causing your hair to turn that ugly dirty-blonde color i absolutely hate.
last night, i heard from a friend you got the job at that fancy newspaper
and you’re finally going vegan - don’t let me forget to tell you your risk
of heart attack will double, maybe triple.
i haven’t gotten an email in twenty-four days. oftentimes,
you don’t realize you're falling apart because you're in the process of falling apart.
my mother came over to help me move into my new studio.
we pushed the bed (mattress, you claimed the frame) into the middle of the room
and put on new sheets. these don’t smell like you, not that
i could even smell-taste-hear-see-feel these days.
you stole my heart and bed frame an
maybemake sure you bury the lightmaybe9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
where you put it,
and i don't know
why i'm writing this.
maybe it's because i want you to be able to
in and out
so maybe you can understand,
but now i know
that i don't know
why oxygen keeps me alive
or how neurons are working,
hand in metaphorical hand,
to get me to write this
or why gravity
is pushing my shoulders ever downward.
i don't know a lot of things.
i don't know
why the juice i drank an hour ago
made me feel like it was scotch,
or why the string quartet
always makes me cry
or why i painted my nails
lavender and grey
but i can guess.
oxygen is magic.
neurons are actually little people
working to make me happy.
gravity hates me
and wants to see me suffer.
that juice was just that damn good.
the string quartet guys
were actually a huge hidden part
of that movie's emotional appeal.
lavender and grey are just my
and maybe some things
RJstuck - sidestory - DaveJade - Be CoolHer raven black hair swished around her shoulders, draped in jade tones, nervously pacing the hall. Her eyes were fixated on some strange picture lost to the young Knight's unique garnet eyes. He tried to peer through the dimness of the moonlight and his black lenses, but it was still a lost cause. The girl, the royal heiress of the throne, to be more precise, was distraught with her worries. Treason, lies, betrayal, and mercenaries encircling her usually lofty thoughts. Dave could see it just in her greenhouse which had fallen into disrepair since her falling out with her father and her brother's intentions. The bright green vines holding turquoise and fiery gold blooms had withered along with the once ripe grapes and watermelons, pumpkins rotting in line with the others. That weary fighter walked through the decaying matter with a hard look set in his usually expressive face.RJstuck - sidestory - DaveJade - Be Cool2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now the girl with her mystic ways was darkened with grief and confusion, mistaking it all for blind rage. Her
Live Braveif you find meLive Brave3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in the light of dawn
facing the world
wishing answers had been born
if you find me
on the edge of the night
screaming at the stars
to dim that light
let me hold this, let me saver
let me live a little braver
i don't wanna see
i don't wanna be
and so darlin' if you find me-
let me go...
drown oceans in these tears
reject your hope
reject your fear
and if you find me-
let me go...
cuz sometimes i don't wanna be your star
cuz i never meant for things to go this far
i stopped believing when you moved on
let me go
let me be strong
let me hold this, let me saver
let me live a little braver
...let me ... go?
Sound of RainThink for a moment: Is the sound of rain, truly what you are hearing?Sound of Rain4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Imagine this, you're sitting there in your underwear (don't try to pretend you're not). It's raining outside and you've been browsing the internet for the past seven hours. It's already 3:13 a.m. in the morning and a sudden hint of nervousness seizes you. It's silly really, you don't have to attend school, nor do you have work in the morning, but somehow you still feel as though you should force yourself into bed.
You crawl under the covers and bring the blanket up to your chin. Your mind runs over all the things you've done today and you stare at the ceiling, trying to find a comfortable spot on the bed, listening to the sound of rain as it goes pitter-patter on your window. Yet, somehow, the rain sounds different tonight. You feel a strange sinking in your chest and a rising sensation of fear.
The pitter-patter no longer sounds like gentle droplets of water hitting the glass. It sounds more
My Name Is?You know I think that it is time for you to go...My Name Is?4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah boy better know, I'm an ancient poet,
With a modern rap flow, so-
I think it's better that you learn to let it go...
Ain't no third-rate writer;
I won't let a poser hold a candle to my lighter, because-
My name is Chen, I'm the Dragon of the East.
My reputation now makes me out to be a beast.
But you'll find that I'm probably a really nice guy,
Just before I take a fork out, stabbing your eye.
I can't help it, I'm just a little insane.
Mom blames it all on my video games.
But it wasn't the screen that left me craving for blood,
It was the twisted little bitches in this world of mud.
See you might call me the furthest thing from a stud,
Even when I drop the bomb, it ends up a dud.
So I get a little sick of those having it easy,
And I like to mess 'em up before they start getting preachy.
Son, you ain't even walked a mile in my shoes!
Go hang up your chains, because you're setting