wishes on stars.i. sometimes, i wish i could forget you.wishes on stars.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
sometimes, i wish i could forget the smell of your skin and the shade of your eyes and the sound of your breathing and the sound of your voice, whispering in the dark.
sometimes, i wish the guy in my memories - counting the clouds with me, climbing out my window under the stars, trying to throw rocks past the horizon, holding me, saying iloveyou- was just a faceless black shadow.
because maybe then remembering wouldn't hurt so much.
ii. i watched a t.v. show today.
in it, this beautiful girl won the lead part in some ballet performance. the dance hall was full of mirrors. she was dancing and laughing and crying in all of them.
and i have no idea how that feels; what she was feeling. and for a moment, i wished i did.
iii. everywhere i go, i feel out of place, awkward, and lonely. it's like i'm the piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit, no matter how hard you try to make it belong.
so tell me, please - where do i belong?
(i wish someone had
Kabuto :poem:I am the Lurker, the silent ghost.Kabuto :poem:8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seen by some, misjudged by most.
But if you look too long at me,
You'll see things you shouldn't see.
My true ambition is unknown
My true feelings seldom shown.
And little do you realize
What lurks behind these glass rimmed eyes.
A dangerous person indeed am I
Living a life that's just a lie.
Wanted for talent, but not for me
Holding secrets that none may see.
I bide my time, I play the games
While darker blood runs through my veins
I wait the day that I can show
The demon that is Kabuto.
Un orsetto.Un orsetto.10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
UN ORSETTO. RACCONTO COMPLETO CON MORALE
C'era allora un orsetto, tutto ingrigito per la sua maledizione, che viveva sottoterra, in una cava interamente scavata nella porcellana. Da molti anni l'orsetto soffriva d'insonnia. Oltre a questo, era tormentato da terrificanti creature demoniache, che a volte gli davano un po' di fastidio, anche se in fondo voleva loro bene. Concluse che doveva essersi comportato male, cosi` quel giorno, alzatosi dalla veglia, si reco` all'Assemblea della Carita` piu` vicina.
Lo ritroviamo ormai giunto al cospetto dell'Emiro della Carita`. L'Emiro era un bipede che indossava un inusuale copricapo. Il copricapo, scopriremo piu` tardi in questa frase, splendeva di una lucentezza soffusa e innaturale. Dopo il tradizionale saluto, l'orsetto comunico`: "Non ho compiuto abbastanza bene, e una notte non ho recitato il precetto". L'Emiro lo percosse crudelmente, e subito dopo gli disse: "Dovrai recarti alla Foresta dei Sette Indovinelli, per completare l'espiazion
This PoemThis poem is lame; This poem is strange.This Poem8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's boring; It's stupid; It wont get me fame.
This poem is red; This poem is green.
This poem is all of the colours not in-between.
Thispoemisshort; T h i s p o e m i s l o n g.
It's entertaining; It's weak; It's strong.
Why are you reading? Why don't you write?
Why not put pen to paper. Make it dark; Make it bright!
Were my words that important that you'd continue to read as I write?
It's activity to pass the unbearable night.
Fight through the terror; Don't try and be brave.
Finish this poem and my spirit be raised.
But pay no attention to what my words say,
this poem is lame; this poem is strange.
K.Hearts: No Need For MemoriesBrooklyn! Crixul called out as he pointed to the entrance of a spiraling stairway, Theyre getting away!K.Hearts: No Need For Memories8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Im on it. Brooklyn said. A quick gust of wind swept through the large dungeon room and a red blur zoomed past Crixul, heading up the stairway. Crixul turned around and faced the remaining opponents - three four-legged beasts that resembled large wolves. But the most intriguing aspect of the beasts were that they were entirely black, so dark it seemed their bodies had no definition to them. The only thing that stood out from their all black coat was their pupil-less, yellow eyes.
Crixul readied a stance. Between him and the beasts, they shared similar color. Crixul wore all black, from his boots, pants, gloves, even his hooded trench coat; his hood completely draped over his head, hiding his face. He stood motionless watching he three black beasts circle around him, growling hoarsely. They were trying to intimidate him. The thought of th
A PoemA Poem11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I just want to tear it out of me
crying just isn't enough anymore
I wish we could both just understand
everyday I just want more
its hard to beleive this is happening
I wish I could handle how your acting now
why do they all hate me suddenly
I want you back but i'm not allowed
I wish this pain would go away
I wish my feelings would dissapear
you know that I try to understand
everything builds up on my fear
I wasn't ready for losing you
maybe you just wanted something more
and you werent ready for talking to me
I don't understand what you left me for
you used tell me how much you loved me
you said you'd never leave me in cold
but now that you've broken everythinh
I have to deal with all that i'm told
you wouldn't give me for anything
but what would you give to throw me away
she felt and she felt andshe liked to watch his chest move up and down and sheshe felt and she felt and7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
liked the smell of the nape of his neck and the feel of his
unshaved chin on her arm (even though
it left red marks and really kind of hurt) and she liked the
little things he said to her and realizing abruptly that this -
this all was hers.
but most of all she liked the feel of the tight knot inside
of her - clenching and unclenching like a knife through
her stomach every time she had to spend the night
away or he had to leave her side. because the pain
was all the proof she needed that this was real and
without him she would tear to shreds and break from
the inside and
she knew not to trust feelings - they had betrayed her
in the past and she knew not to let them control her
and she knew - she knew that even if he left the pain
would eventually dissipate. but she also knew that
with him she could do anything. that with him she
learned to be alone.
she knew she loved him then, because the wind
whispered his secret dir
The Reverse HaikuTime some waste to wantThe Reverse Haiku8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You if word by word backwards
this read to try go.
FlawedInsecurities.Flawed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
To your mother's daughter:Your daughter has always been a punk inside, she's just always let you dress her to humor you. Your daughter will never care what's "in fashion." Your daughter is not girly (so stop comparing her to girly girls).To your mother's daughter:6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Your daughter is in love (so stop looking for the kind of man you'd pick for her). Your daughter doesn't care what other people think (stop trying to change that). Your daughter hates it when people call her names (which is why she starts screaming every time you call her a pig or a piece of shit).
Your daughter's heart shrivels a little every time you cry.
Your daughter has sex, often (but she will never talk to you about it). Your daughter is terrified she won't be able to have children (it's all you and your mother's fault). Your daughter finds girls attractive but she will never admit it to you (because you'd disown her).
Your daughter wants to move out as soon as she can because she doesn't want to be there when you die.
Your daughter believes that you love your niece mor
GeishaGeisha9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The smells of perfume and incense rake at the air. My hair flows down my back, no longer prim. I stand over the body of my lover. He is looking up at me, bewildered. A muted gurgle escapes his lips. He draws his last breath. I fix my hair. I reapply makeup. For what? Revolution.
Akatsuki Apartment: HidanHidan was an outcast, to put it simply.Akatsuki Apartment: Hidan6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was only a freshman in his new highschool, so it was normal, right? No. Hidan wasn't an outcast because he was new, or a freshman, or anything of the sort.
Turns out, the people at this new highschool were just prejudiced and picky on their friends, never talking to strange kids like the albino child.
As such, Hidan grew lonelier and lonelier each day, until...
"Hey, you there." A strange looking girl walked up to Hidan, her bright silver rosary swaying from her neck. Ah, I know her... yeah, she's that one girl, the one who always shows up to school with bruises on her...
Hidan stood up to greet her, thankful for at least some human contact. "You looked a little lonely. Don't you have any friends, at least a place you hang after school?"
Hmm... nosy, pushy, straight to the point... my type of girl. "No, as a matter of fact, I don't. Why do you ask?" She looked him in the eye, a sure sign to Hidan that she was one of the few who d
For KevinFor Kevin6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What dreams may lie under surface of a frozen star?
Once turned supernova evidence comes painfully late .
For the light that we see is but luminance turned memory,
slipped though our hands forever .
© 2007 Alexandra
KissKiss8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
There's nothing sweeter
than a kiss, except for the
moment right before
Why I just have 1 wing outWhy I just have 1 wing out10 years ago in Horror More Like This
I'm "born" with a couple of wings -yeah...born's wrong XD... that's more "dead"-.
One day, as I was hunting, you know I was really hungry, I wanted blood so much that I didnt care about my own security.
I went out, probably on a "hunting-party" of some crazy vampire-haters, with a simple scythe as only weapon, and with my boyfriend, an handsome male vampire.
So I killed about...erm... I think 4 people. The last one I bit yelled so loud when he saw me, that those vampire hunters knew where we were.
My boyfriend said to me "Don't stay here. It's not safe, I think these ones aren't easy to fight. I don't wanna take any risk."
I screamed, while sucking another dead neck : "No way!!! I WANT more blood, go back home alone. I'll follow you later."
He was getting away from me when I heard him scream. He had been shot. It wasn't a silver bullet, otherwise he would have been killed. It was something else. Anyway...something bad for us : He was hurt, and people like us aren't hurt so easily.
Still DDZStill DDZStill DDZ6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Rocking, I'll be rocking
Talking, so we'll be talking
Shock, this style is shocking
Color me you
Any color that's so true
My invisible dictionary
Into mystery and fantasy you are
So glitter on my star
I'm Still DDZ
So checkout my rhythm being me
Protecting, I'm still protecting
Writing, still writing
Calling, you'll be calling
Shade you me
Any design for anyone to see
My visible imaginary
Gaze upon the lovely beauty
Super history to very heavenly, oh my!
So sparkle on while being shy
I'm Still Me
So give a shout at my rhythm of being DDZ
A feeling of someone's place
Let this world shine
On the palm of my hand
Words float with no stand
Connect and synch
Remember My SoulI wish to be more then I amRemember My Soul6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I long to be stronger then I feel
I pray for a reason to keep going
And I fight for everything I believe in
The tears rolling down my paling cheeks
Were once of laughter on red embarassed skin
But they get colder as they roll on lower
To meet the saddest smile my face has shown
I'll sing to you softly, I'll sing with my heart
Expressing with sound what my words have always failed
As I struggled each day to write something good enough
But always finding my words selling you short
We have many beautiful memories together, you and I
With days as unlimited as the ocean has so much water
We had time, we had promise, we had everything and more
Only to slip through our fingers like the sand in mine
As I am losing myself in these final moments we share
I ask of you to hold me as my last breaths are taken
And I want so much to sing for you, sing my soul
I never want you to feel lonely, once I have gone
The spires piercing the sky high above us
Are nowhere as high as
Carta aos meus amigosEu queria encher isso aqui de palavras lindas...Carta aos meus amigos8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mas não posso,eu e as palavras vivemos em pé de guerra...
Eu queria gritar bem alto que vcs são muito especias e importantes para mim...
mas não posso,só grito quando estou brava!
Eu queria simplificar em uma só palavra,tudo que sinto por vocês...
mas não posso,uma é pouco e vocês são muito para mim!
Eu queria sair correndo pelas ruas..
mas não posso,eu sei que não estão lá...
Eu queria muito olhar nos olhos de cada um e dizer o quanto os amo...
mas não posso,tem uma leve distância que me impede...
Mas essa mesma distância se resume a NADA assim que recebo
mnssagens no DA,horas de fofoca no msn,uma "encontrada" no orkut,
expectativa de "ver","estar" c vcs,me conformo por ser
aqui na net,pois foi aqui que os conheci,foi aqui que tudo
começou,que tudo passou a ter forma,e c o tempo sendo cativada
a cada dia mais por cada um de voc