slender manslender, slenderslender man5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the sand
take my soul
ill take your hand
Frozen TearsFrozen Tears10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel so hurt,
my spirit is wounded
by your words.
Can you not see it?
Starving can hurt the soul,
when it's hungry for your love.
I close my eyes and try to see
what happened between us.
Once so close and now so far,
you will stop at nothing.
Now I feel numb.
But do not flatter your ego,
for it is not because of you;
My insides are frozen.
My soul is hard,
can't feel a thing,
not even your harm.
And they cause my tears to freeze.
So they all ask me,
"May I melt your tears so they can flow again?"
I do not wish for these tears to roll down my cheeks.
They shall stay there,
frozen in midway,
My tears are to stay stiffened for all eternity.
It is the only way
to escape your pain.
Put it on hold, not chase it away.
But it is all I can do,
because of you…
So I will keep them where they are.
They will not roll,
swim down my face,
or rain upon my red wrists;
My frozen tears shall stay.
Slender Man - LyricsTonight again, this meager guiseSlender Man - Lyrics6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I barely just forgot
Is watching me with unseen eyes
At the X that masks the spot
'twas faith that sunk Atlantis
For no thief invented crime
So we pray like clergy mantis
To eschew this borrowed time
That this pallid horrid creature
'neath his gentle debonair
Hid no further frightful features
'pon his faceless tranquil stare
From free will to legal tender
We beseech, to each his own
Fevers peak at something slender
That will not dance alone
LonelyHe knew all the colors of lonelyLonely6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and its complex sound -
rain that nobody wanted
collecting in rusted buckets
and the desperate creak of stairs
moaning softly under slippers;
the half cast light
that cried under the door
and stretched its cat bones to breaking
and the blue phone
that never stopped ringing
like his aunt's tired voice;
lilacs bursting through the porch
in a litany of hope
and grey fingers
taut and wiry
running the length of curtains
as if looking for time
to bow and hang its head.
And he felt them close
over his shoulders
crooked and angry
like storms at sea
or half-bred prayers,
and let them kiss his hard cheeks
where his tears collected
and tired starlings,
and things that no one
would ever mention
The Devout, The Divine, The DeceasedThe Devout, The Divine, The Deceased3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
Goodbye,Goodbye,Goodbye,6 years ago in Other More Like This
Im leaving now, Im flying away
Into an auburn sunset
Which is just too pretty,
I know you wont care
I dont think you ever really did
The pale-blue sky is my friend now
Along with the clouds, they never frown
It pains me to leave, but it pains me to stay also
The wind says I should move on,
That youre not worth it
I dont really know
So Im just floating away on this ever-lasting breeze
Onto a new place, full of fairy tales and pixie cakes
Where its not so cold, and people smile with the truth,
As it sings along with the stars, in this never-ending dream
Caity's World, Part 27You knew Caitlyns daddy? said Kim-na, her rifle aimed squarely at the shadowy sliver of a person standing in front of her.Caity's World, Part 277 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He smiled, his teeth forming a pale crescent-moon shape. I used to be her father, he said in that same soothing, calm baritone voice.
The corrupted figures in the distance turned toward the stadium and solemnly bowed when the clock struck six. The tennis court stopped playing its spirited match and turned quizzically toward the odd procession that was gathering near it. On a platform near the stadium, a disheveled heap of hair and bones, wrapped in a black cloak and sporting fuzzy purple slippers, started shouting something rhythmic and maniacal about the apocalypse and the end of the world and redemption, and held up dirt-smeared, crumpled pamphlets with an ugly green tentacle. The overcast sky turned a darker gray and a chill filled the air as a western breeze came up. The
The Red ManThe gray man who lived under the gray sky,The Red Man6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Driving to his gray work, from morning till night.
On his way, he saw the yellow man with his bright smile,
And the fancy green man who believed he was worthwhile.
Then the white man who handed out beliefs,
Followed by the blue man, wallowing in his griefs.
The purple man mild and soothing,
Beside the orange man off to finish a building.
And no one saw the gray man go by,
And no one cared for his gray sighs.
And everyone never thought of such a gray person,
And everyone saw him as too uncommon.
But a colorful thought popped into his gray mind,
Like ink into pure water it polluted and twined.
And the gray man loved the shade of this idea,
Burning away his sanity like hot lava.
And he walked with crimson insanity,
As the sun rose on this cursed city.
And the gray man laughed and his color blurred,
At his new shade, which conjured.
The sunset that greeted, with its rosy complexion on high,
The red man who lived under the bloody sky.
BrokenThere is a girl who denied what's right,Broken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Cause when she was alone, she couldn't fight.
She started losing hope in everything,
Stopped trying to see what the future might bring.
She gave up on God in Heaven above,
She lost her path from the power of love,
She wanted everything to go away,
She tried to take her life one day.
She felt caged up like a bird,
She screamed so loud, but nobody heard.
Ignored, as if she weren't there,
A feeling of emptiness and despair.
She kept so much bottled up inside,
She always lied so she could hide.
Ashamed for always wanting to die;
She never looked people in the eyes.
Behind her eyes were words left unsaid,
Beneath her clothes was where she bled
When she took that razor to her skin
To release the emotions captured within.
The nights were the loneliest, she always cried.
The last thought at the end of the day: suicide.
She didn't feel important in any way,
"I deserved it," so she'd say.
Deserved the words that hit her like knives,
Wondering why she was
Pray for Sierra LeoneSierra Leone is a country in West Africa.Pray for Sierra Leone3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It is bordered by Guinea in the north and east, Liberia in the southeast,
and the Atlantic Ocean in the west and southwest.
The population is 6.3 million
Freetown is the capital
Sierra Leone gets its name from the Portuguese explorer Pedro da Cintra,
It named it Serra de Leão, which means "Lion Mountains"
Sierra Leone has always relied on mining, for its economic base
and is among the top diamond producing nations in the world.
Early inhabitants of Sierra Leone were the Sherbro, Temne and Limba peoples,
and later the Mende and the Kono
From the 15th century on, Sierra Leone had frequent contact with
the Portuguese and later the British.
Sierra Leone became an important centre of the transatlantic trade in slaves.
Most of slaves from Sierra Leone were taken to the Sea Islands off
the coast of the southern United States and to South C
SuicideI'm sorry i've got to do thisSuicide10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't take anymmore.
I loved you, and always will,
please don't forget me,
cos i'll never forget you.
I hope to see you later on
when your time to pass has come.
thankyou for helping me
I'm sorry it didnt work out better,
you all tried your best
please dont blame your selves.
thats not what I want,
I want you all to be happy,
go on with your lives.
do it for me cos I couldnt do it,
not even for myself.
I tried my best to be happy and free
but at the end of the day,
thats just not me.
There is Always TimeI want you to be my Judas,There is Always Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my plague; my hollow wind.
I want your subtle madness
inked upon roads; dragged upon skin.
I want such haunted beauty,
it aspires; it transcends,
the forms we lay in open ground,
shallow graves; plots of men.
I want such bloody love,
such devastation; such devotion,
to never regret the cogs we turned in life,
that we designed; we set in motion.
Finally, I want a tortured soul,
to repair; to piece together,
to tread upon a lake of fire that never quells;
that flows and burns
SuicideThere once was a girl who hated the world because of the pain within. On the outside she appeared just fine. But her sanity was wearing thin. Pain and hate and guilt were hidden deep inside her mind. But it grew and increasingly she broke down from time to time. No one knew of her burdens since she hid them very well. No one would've ever guessed that soon she'd say her last farewell. Her family expected too much from her and spoke in an indifferent and hypocritical way. She felt worthless and useless and stupid and ashamed. It was the same cycle every day. Her friends provided little comfort for they were all rather opinionated. Their disregard to her when she tried to speak out left her lonely and suffocated. The only person that she believed she loved was manipulative and played games with her head. His unpredictable schizophrenic nature ofteSuicide9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
cryingi envy how children crycrying5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
misery dredged from the
pits of hell to fill
their window-wide eyes with
like empty trumpets sounding
for every conch-shell ear.
children do not cry for
beauty, they do not cry for
themselves, they cry for
love and attention and audiences
to follow their plights
and sit as ship anchors rooted
to the ocean floor.
We go to sleepI go to sleep to dream about youWe go to sleep3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I go to sleep to hide from the truth
I want to lock my pain out of my life
I lost myself between written lines
You go to sleep to forget about me
You go to sleep to hide from your fears
Inside of the cage you lost your own pulse
Inside of the dream you don't care about rules
We go to sleep to dream about us
We go to sleep to reach out for the stars
We go to sleep to never stop
We go to sleep just to wake up .
He Isn't Chapter 1He Isn't Chapter 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-It's cold. I'm wet. I should just go home.
-So why don't you?
-I'm waiting for him... What if he shows and I'm not here?
-Face it old man, he isn't gonna show.
-But what if?
-There is no 'what if'. There only is or isn't and he isn't.
It was getting late and the impatient boy was frustrated. Miyagi's simple trip to the book store was taking longer than Shinobu had estimated it would take. He wanted to call the older man up, bitch him out, and demand that he return home immediately, but he didn't have the heart to do it. Every minute drifted away, slower than the one before it. When Miyagi wasn't around, time might as well be frozen.
It had been a few months since Shinobu had moved in with Miyagi and still it felt like they could never score enough time together. The younger would finish up with school and rush home only to find a note left by Miyagi claiming an unfathomable need to rush to the bookstore right away. Either that o
Apologetic TimesCan You Not Feel It...?Apologetic Times3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Self Control?
I Bet You Feel As Bad As I Do,
Ever Since Last Night.
I Want To Go Back,
Back To The Feeling,
That You'd Fall With Me,
I Never Wanted To Leave You...
I Didn't Want That At All,
Knowing The Results.
I Didn't Want An Argument,
The Slaming Of A Door,
The Breaking Of Two Hearts.
Because Without You,
All I Wanted Was Your Love,
You Are The Only One,
Who Knows Me For Being Me,
And I Cherish It More Than You Think.
I'd Give Away Everything I Own,
To Only Receive Your Love...
...Did You Hear...?
Ah, You Have.
I Already Did Give It All Away.
And That's Why I'm Here Now Too.
I'm Knocking On Your Door,
In The Middle Of The Night,
Begging For Forgiveness,
Telling You That I Am Not Perfect,
But Still Worth It.
I'll Never Leave Again.
Whether You Want Me To,
I Won't Let You Be Blinded,
By Your Feelings,
SuicideSuicide11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is a poem to no one
But to the world
Where is life and love,
When there is so much pain?
You know of what I speak.
The endless lines and rhymes
Scribbled by desperate souls
Such as you,
Such as I,
Seeking, searching, praying
For what else but freedom.
But that freedom you fool
Is the illusion.
Could you ever see why?
Why pain is the chain
That weighs our souls down.
Why freedom is nothing more
Than the walls of our prison.
You may break free of none
And live a simple life
But I no longer can.
And still, and still I'm trapped.
I've clawed at these tiled walls
All these many years.
Now my bloody fingertips
No longer feel the salty tears
As I wipe them across my face.
So you see my unfortunate friend
The walls are my flesh
And the chain, my lonely thoughts.
No matter how deep I dig and tear
No matter how much crimson tape I bled
These very walls,
My tortured soul could not have fled,
So this night my tired feet will float
In a porcelain pool drawn
Chapter OneGreen; there was a big, fuzzy wad of it, right in his face.Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Draq snorted, the scent of earth strong in his nose. Why did his head hurt so much? Why couldn't he remember the answer to that question?
The fuzzy green slowly came into focus. Grass. Lots of it. As if he didn't have enough questions; Why was he lying face-down in the grass? Draq ignored the dizziness clouding his vision and pushed himself upright. The landscape tipped to the side, threateningly, as though it would send him rolling down the steep sides and back into unconsciousness. He groaned. Where was he?
As his vision cleared, he saw that he was on a hill, other hills sloping away on every side, and a long valley stretched out before him into the distance, framed on each side by two hills growing taller and sharper as they spread out. It was nothing like home. Into the emptiness, he called, "Hello?"
Any echo that might have resounded was swallowed by the depths of the grass. His head throbbed with the effort. And, to add
Angels and DemonsAngels and Demons5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Almost everyone has heard of Angels and Demons. Despite the ancient Pact, which suggested that they would have to always get along, they are just too different. Their wars shake the Earth, rattle the stars of Heaven and boil the magma hidden within Hell. And, unless the Inbetween step in, the Divine and Cursed beings will bring us to the end of the world.
The Inbetween are the peace keepers among these beings. Where Angels are pure good and Demons ultimate evil, an untainted Inbetween has no choice but to be neutral. When tainted, an Inbetween is a deadly force for whichever side they have joined. However, the only way to taint one is to either have them gaze upon a Divine being or have them meet the eyes of a heavily-tainted mortal.
Once, long ago, there was the War of the Angels. This was an Earth-shaking event, though it didn't actually happen on the Earth. The War of Angels, which was Angels versus Demons, occurred in the Inbetween. The Inbetween is somewhere in the middle, roughly
DepressedBlood drips down onto the black roses of summertime.Depressed8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is torn and the knives fall.
My body is broken with the nails of Hell.
I wish all of it was over and I could see
That you were never there.
Envisioning what my life could be,
Erasing what it was.
Gray is my world,
Gone is my soul,
Surrounded by my dark fate.
Bitter memories left in my heart
As I make my way down the path of Despair.