A New CatOur neighborhood stray is dead. I know thisA New Cat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because there is a black cat here I've never seen.
This cat is not the black splotch covered canvas stray
that clawed up and down my arm last winter
when I mistakenly tried to wrap it in a blanket
for warmth. This cat does not have the matted
fur that the stray did, does not deliberately stretch
out in front of my car tires the way the stray did
right before I had to leave for work, does not
chase lizards in the grass like the stray. This is not
the stray that aggressively meowed at me
when he wanted affection, nor is it the stray
that climbed our fence to try catching birds.
I'm certain this new cat must be lost, or else
looking for that same blotched canvas stray
that had become part of his family, too.
Burning IgnoranceIf you cracked my heart open like an egg,Burning Ignorance1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'd see all my love that would seep through the cracks.
You might also see the not-so-pleasant stuff
Dripping like tar onto your unblemished white skin,
Burning it raw in its midst.
I want so desperately
For you to know
That I could never hate you
Because you're that type of flawless,
That I could never be lucky enough
To have love all my not-so-pleasant stuff.
I'll keep it all inside,
Because ignorance is bliss
And you're blissful.
AttentionWhen we want a certain pair of eyes to look at usAttention1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its our instinct to act out of character
My Love The ShipwreckMy love was a shipwreck deep under the sea,My Love The Shipwreck1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a silent and watery prison for me.
With corners so silent and robes full of death,
and lips that could capture my every breath.
Fingers that groped quite like long strands of kelp,
dragging me down when I begged them for help.
A body as pale as a skeleton sunk,
wrapping me up in a tidewater trunk.
Dragging my tongue across decks made of night,
tangled in rigging that delayed my flight.
Dredging for anchors that didn't exist,
never quite knowing to cease and desist.
The crow's nest held views eternally blank.
Eyeglass-horizons so cloudy and dank.
Ghost-hunting sails without wind from afar,
with watery eyes staring up at the stars.
Drinking deep of a poison more potent than rum;
sobbing for gallows that just wouldn't come.
Walking on sandbars with no relative end,
fantastical promises just 'round the bend.
Screaming out into trenches as deep as the earth.
Discovering death when I wanted birth.
A face utterly haunting could drag me deep d
I'll wear a fake smile for youCause I know that what I feel would be considered a nuisance by you, my angel.I'll wear a fake smile for you1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know my feelings would make you frown and suffer. Maybe even cry.
But I can’t stop feeling like that, even if I’d love to, especially right now.
How am I supposed to get numb if my heart is scorching and I feel freezing and burning at the same time just seeing your face?
How am I supposed to crush my stupid emotions if just your voice calling me breaks my defences?
Why you can’t just leave me alone, why you keep coming to my refuge to see my brothers and father and try to pretend you aren’t there to talk about me?
I can tell your laughter is forced when I’m close. I can tell your green eyes glance everywhere, looking for me. You are like a fragile and beautiful gazelle, nervous when smells a predator.
But I’m not a predator. I’m a prey like you.
I’m a prey for my own feelings, and that’s all because of you.
Scream I had a dream, once. It was about a year ago, on a Tuesday night. I went to be early to be ready for work the next day. Exhausted, I fell instantly into a deep slumber. Soon visions began turning in my head, and they combined to tell a story.Scream1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began as a memory. I was a child, perhaps 10 years old. I lived with my parents in a large, two story home in the suburbs. It was made of stone with wooden boarding on the second story and black shutters. A single tree stood in the front yard which I use to climb onto the patio cover and enter the house through one of the windows. Our neighbourhood was filled with trees, only a few houses broke what seemed to be an immense forest, filled with places for my young eyes to explore. My eyes took advantage of them; they were always controlled by wonder and curiosity, searching for something new.
At the time there were only two things in the entire world which I considered imp
FragmentMy eyes remain clouded,Fragment1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unable to conjure any form of tears.
They are dry, blood-shot,
And shift out of focus.
Though I lay still,
My heart is ceaselessly spinning,
The world is endlessly aching.
I can taste the song and I can see the heat.
I hear my heartbeat alone above the ringing that is the scream of the night's wind.
It is calling out for the tear the has fallen
Upon your sleeve, resting on a desk.
The old wood is marked
By the ink that was spilled
When you tried to let the words escape from your lips.
I toss and turn as the crow flies away.
The butterflies are beckoned to mourn the loss of your tears,
Yet I am left.
Arms reach out
And grasp empty air
And I snuggle into a fragment
Of a memory
That is over before it even started.
The dove finds you
And delivers a cold stone--
All that tossing and turning
Has strangled me.
OTP AU LIST-SABRIEL-CH 2-COLLEGE AUChapter 2-College AU-Annoying and AdorableOTP AU LIST-SABRIEL-CH 2-COLLEGE AU1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Sam was trying to study his law book, he honesty was. But it was kind of hard to do since his roommate/boyfriend was distracting him.
He knows everyone thinks that they are a weird couple; him being a serious straight A law student and Gabriel being a prankster liberal art student. But they only see the outside version of them.
They don’t see the Gabriel that’s kind and lovable. Who listens patiently whenever Sam rants to him about classes, professors or his family. Who sometimes bakes cupcakes whenever either of them feel down. Gabriel who loves to cuddle and laugh.
Though right now, Sam would like nothing more than to strangle Gabriel or smother him with a pillow.
He tried to concentrate as Gabriel gave a dramatic sigh and drape himself over Sam’s back.
“You know, I know exams are important, but…Pay attention to me.” Gabriel whined.
Sam sighed and closed his textbook with a snap, feeling Gabriel tensed ag
Take Your LeavePlunge through the memoriesTake Your Leave1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
With eyes sewn shut
The bitter slumber takes it hold
As your name
At the back of my mind
Silent subconscious screams
This bed has become a cliff
I cannot escape
On the aerie of your nightmare
As I’m picked bit by bit
Slowly but surely
Placating your crave
Love always leaves a mark
Yours the deepest of all
Made sure of that
As your fingernails dance inside my skin
Splitting these ears in two
Go back to this
Even if the ground pulls
From under my slipping feet
Not another sound
The crow’s nest of your words
Harvesting nothing but death
As your lies
And everything you stand for
Cascade down your mouth
In a molten drip
This is it
The door’s blown open
The winds of my defiance ready
To take your leave
And wipe your face clean from my heart
2014 Vincent Cuccolo
Goodbye PuppeteerYou let me build my house with glass,Goodbye Puppeteer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and filled the rooms with sharp objects.
My doors are made of sick fantasies;
the locks fashioned with lies and political prescriptions
I adopted a pet and named her Insecurity,
she sleeps at the edge of my bloodstained bed...
...follows me to Kingdom come with catharsis.
My meals are comprised of synthetic spirituality.
Consuming cryptic metaphors in dusty dinner chapters.
I drink cisterns of concerned contempt
as the eyeballs roll in corners with toothpicks and martinis.
Popping pills for phantoms they call 'problems',
your comfort is a tranquilizer disguised...disgust.
Arms wrapped me in wrath, constricted by Wisdom.
You clothed me in Judgement but left me naked,
shivering for lack of a face behind the mask...
...you built it from dreams you never attained
My entertainment room is your theater,
you string me up with Judgement Day and Obedience
I'll take a furnace to these whimsical walls,
watch it melt to a molten mass with my paper face
Alois x Reader -- Day OneAlois x Reader -- Day One1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Your heart pounds as you take the first step up the stairs that lead to the porch of the manor. You glance up and see a few spiderwebs. They're beautiful, admittedly, and you remind yourself to observe them closer when you have the time. But right now, your thoughts are all clustered in panic.
It was just a normal day at first, when suddenly a man appeared at your doorstep. He'd given you this letter, and had had a carriage waiting to take you back to some place called "Trancy Manor." This man was beside you now, and you'd learned that he was the butler of the estate, Claude Faustus.
He had explained that his master, the Earl Alois Trancy, had requested for you specifically. I haven't done anything wrong, you think as Claude pulls out the keys to open the huge wooden double doors. Why in the world does he want me here? You hear the door click open, and Claude stands beside it, bowing and gesturing for you to enter. "Ladies first," he tells you. You nod, smiling as you sha
A Darkness so DeepThere cold so deep that it needs more than heatA Darkness so Deep1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A cold that goes beyond your skin
In your bones and in your soul
When the wind has frozen you for so long
Not even fire can warm you
There an exhaustion so heavy that it needs more than sleep
When you’ve gone without sleep
Without rest and without break
For so long you know
That not even a day alone
Will keep it from weighing you down
There is a loneliness so strong that it needs more than love
A strange feeling that persists
Despite friends despite family
It lives so long you’ve forgotten
What it’s like to have a friend
And even with those you love
A line is drawn, a connection cannot be had
There is a sadness so pure that it needs more than joy
When even on the brightest day
And in your greatest moments
A smile feels faked, with nothing
But a cold emptiness inside
Like a sepulchre
Painted in the brightest colours
A perfect face you show
A forced smile will come too easy
Affection you do not feel,
Warmth that is never t
The Art of Being ShyI'm shy,The Art of Being Shy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I bury my face in a book,
Hoping it'll be the gateway,
Into another world.
When you look in my eyes,
My gaze dances by,
Afraid to reveal,
The heart of my soul.
You're puzzled by my silence,
You don't understand it,
But we both know,
That there's more to my silence.
I'm the one they call shy,
A person of few words,
And even fewer friends,
Observing life differently
A three letter word,
Too short a description,
To explain what goes on,
Within my head.
Alone is a welcome state,
Silence my best friend,
Literature is my key,
Imagination my soul.
You who aren't shy,
The maze of my mind,
Can't hear my thoughts.
An obscure face,
That's always downcast,
I pass through the crowd,
It's not that I don't like it,
I just can't bear not being heard,
Or being misunderstood,
Which you so often do.
Raised in eager revelation,
But you never hear,
As you laugh at a friend's joke.
That's why I'm shy,
My nature by instinct,
Self DestructionWatch me burnSelf Destruction1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In fire so hot
Watch me burn
In what you can't stop
My screams of pain
Fall on deaf ears
You see me strain
With falling tears
Watch me burn
In flames so bright
Watch me burn
In a starless night
As the fire goes higher
of the bird of fire
Watch me burn
Engulfed so wide
Watch me burn
In fiery suicide
Leave behind ashes
After my combustion
But this does not end
My self destruction
FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.Fangirl2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
Supernatural XHunter!Reader Prologue Supernatural X reader PrologueSupernatural XHunter!Reader Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
you look at the sad scene before you,watching as the house you were born in burned down.You could hear the wail of sirens but all you could focus on was the fact you were all alone.Your parents were dead;the police didn't know it yet but you had seen the bodies before the fire had spread and your little brother was gone he wasn't there when you went to save him,he wasn't anywhere.
You were only seven then. since then you had been moved from foster home to foster home never staying for more than a few weeks.Today you were starting at yet another new school,Mid-term...oh joy.
You walk into the class with your eyes downcast and your (h/c) hair creating a curtain to hide your face.You take a seat near the back corner waiting for class to start,The bell rings and a few minutes later a blonde twit comes sauntering in;decked out in trendy clothes and too much makeup
Just For TonightFlitter flutter seep inside.Just For Tonight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sadness, darkness without a form.
The desire to hide from everything.
Reason and logic have no say.
It is just my emotions,
Trying to get my attention.
Not every shadow is bad.
Not every darkness is sad.
Somehow balance is maintained,
Against my will.
If I could be happy fluffy all the time,
The darkness can be beautiful,
alluring and inevitable.
Who can see starlight in the sunshine?
Huddled deep within,
I withdraw from the world.
Surely they won’t mind.
I can always try and shine brighter tomorrow.
Just for tonight,
Let me find comfort in darkness’ embrace.
Italy and Romano: Do you want to make some pasta?Italy and Romano: Do you want to make some pasta?1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(Italy Veneziano Part)
Do you want to make some pasta
Come on let’s go and cook…
I never see you anymore
Come out the door
It’s like you went away
We used to be best brothers
But now we aren’t
I wish you would tell me why…
Do you want to make some pasta
We can also make some pizza
Go away Fratello!!
Do you want to make some pasta
Or go clean around the halls
I think some company is overdue…
I’ve started talking to the portraits on the wall
(Hang on, Grandpa Rome)
It gets a little lonely
In this empty house
Just watching the years go by…
(Ve~, Ve~, Pasta, Pasta, Ve~, Ve~)
Please, I know you’re in there…
Everyone is asking where you are
I said “You’re Busy” and I lied for you
And I’m here for you, just let me in…
Now that Grandpa Rome is gone
It’s just you and me
What are we gonna do?
Do you want to make some pas
To Fall In LoveIn the twenty one years of my life, I had never expected to fall in love and submit willingly to another human being, especially a man. To be quite truthful, I considered myself to be a late bloomer when it comes to love. I had no boyfriends whatsoever throughout my teenage years.To Fall In Love3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Well a few men in the past, I think, did have a slight crush on me, but I kindly declined their offers in a silent manner. The reason why I done this was because I suppose that I have high expectations that men have to abide by. It was like a mental checklist, a blueprint if you will. Somewhere in the back of my mind I did kinda have a vision of the "perfect" man.
First of all, they have to act like a gentleman at all times, meaning they have to be polite, dignified and respectable. Not only that, but I expect him to treat me as his equal and not to pressure me into having sex too early into the relationship. Ha, if you ever think that I'm the kind of girl who would jump into bed with every man that cros
SacrificeThe blood trickling down my chestSacrifice1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is the same blood dripping from the bullet on the ground.
The heart that was punctured
Is the same heart still beating for you.
The world that is so stained and bloodied
Is the same world that you live in.
I will protect you
With, regrettably, the only life that I have.
Mental asylumIt begins every fight. No matter if its day or night.Mental asylum1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The secrets that must not reach the light.
My mind may no longer be whole.
It may as well corrupt my soul.
They say my eyes are like burning coals.
That your own sanity may take a toll.
Surrounded by external doubts.
And some rather violent bouts.
Abandon those who make the descent.
You cannot escape without consent.
I don't know where the wound begin.
Maybe you should look at their sins.
The past can't be undone.
But being mad has been quiet fun.
The words of fate that I await.
So that I may walk out the front gate.