Not Vain, Just Prideful“Gorgeous,” she told her starving reflection.Not Vain, Just Prideful7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Living Art"Stars?"Living Art6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karezi drabbleGC: H3Y K4RK4T?Karezi drabble3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Karkat Vantas heard the familiar ping of a new message on Trollian sound from his husktop. He got up with a grunt from the couch, pausing his romcom. He had already seen it a billion times but it was one of the few he had actually managed to capatulogue before his whole freaking planet had blown up and it provided some comfort and what little entertainment he could get after being stuck on this meteor for over a year. He hoped whoever it was had a good enough reason to distract him from this fine piece of cinema.
Oh who was he kidding anything would be more interesting than this crap.
He saw the teal text and took a moment to be surprised.
CG: I PAUSED MY ROMCOM FOR THIS. IT BETTER BE IMPORTANT.
He waited for the teal text to appear again. It didn't.
CG: OKAY I'M SORRY I'M A STUPID BULGE LICKER.
CG: WHAT DO YOU NEED.
CG: COME ON TEREZI WHAT IS IT.
GC: COULD YOU COM3 H3R3
CG: *HERE* WHERE?
CG: CAN TOWN?
GC: MY R
SynesthesiaaloneSynesthesia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tastes like the first grass of spring,
and the tender shoots
stick in my throat
and i cough.
feels like a hard, oval sugar-disk
that is yellow in color and tastes like
is the melty-blue sky
when the wind kicks up,
and it has the emptiness of a
is brown and vast and breathtaking,
as if the awesome landscape deserves your air
more than you do.
and awesome feels like
popcorn in my shins,
hard kernels exploding into
slippery, fat puffs
that just disintigrate.
is a funny word because it has three i's
and it is rust-red like a river
and reminds me of chalk.
is a slap in the face with
a cool sheet of red metal.
it bubbles up like boiling water.
face is different
if it's mine or yours,
or if i'm facing something
smooth and white and cold
like a marble statue of the sky.
WomanA story behind her eyesWoman1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dream on her lips
Waiting to be said,
Waiting to be true.
A voice from heart.
A lovely sound.
You're so tender,
So simple and complicated.
Spontaneous and shy.
Silent and talkative.
Serious and funny.
Always in love.
Tears rolling down for an illusion.
Eyes looking up missing somebody.
Letters never sent.
A heart that never sleeps.
You are so beautiful
Even when you feel you're the ugliest one.
You are a princess
Even when you feel nobody cares of you.
You are a goddess
Even when years painted lines on your face.
A sweet strength
A reason to love.
Anatomia de la sinestesiaAzul, la perpetuamente imposible frialdad de Sol Mayor, la incongruencia entre lo audible y lo sensible, entre los sensible y lo sensato, lo sensato y lo sensitivo, la imposible frialdad de Sol Mayor solo la adquiere su respectiva y natural menor, Mi Menor, aquella que mantiene, oculta entre sus alteraciones, en la bipolaridad de un sostenido, el cálido marrón rojizo de un Sol Mayor, imposible en Mi Menor. La música ha funcionado, en los ultimos milenios, de manera similar a la paradoja taoista del iluminado ying y el obscuro yang, portando minuciosamente la esencia del polo opuesto, donde ambos seres se atraen y su opuesta esencia se repele del propio ente. Agregando dos paradojas al catálogo, el ser humano fundió de manera inhumana la quintaesencia de la percepcion con la volatilidad y volubilidad de la frecuentemente cuestionada realidad, desarrollando el intrigante Síndrome Sinestésico, un séptimo cielo para los amantes de la mente y del almaAnatomia de la sinestesia5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Losing CheckersMy mind is a conch shell,Losing Checkers1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
filled to the brim with voices;
it collects echoes and laughter
and I can still hear your voice
even though it's been a year since
you traded your hat collection
for thick rope
and a tombstone.
Sometimes when I miss the tilt of your grin
I sit in my closet, cloaked in blankets as
my conch shell replays the ocean within your lungs
I swear I can hear you, still trying to convince me
to join the rugby team
despite my false knees.
While I may be a baptized atheist,
I like picture you infecting everyone
living behind Heaven's gates
with your endless optimism because
you give me a reason to believe and
God, I want to believe so badly,
that there is place
where you're sorry that
you sold your heart to Death
and took mine with you.
I want to believe you've found
a new friend to plays checkers with
and when I join you, I'll play too
even though I always lose,
I'll join happily because losing checkers
is nothing compared to losing you.
10 Ways to Irritate Ponyboy1. Tell him the church being lit on fire was God punishing him and Johnny for smoking in the church.10 Ways to Irritate Ponyboy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. Then add that since Johnny's cigarette lit the fire, God killed him. Then smile and wait for a reply.
3. Remind him that Bob's not around anymore, so the only reason Cherry doesn't want to be seen with him must be that there's something wrong with him.
4. Demand proof that his name is Ponyboy.
5. If he goes through a lot of trouble to find proof, say "I knew it! You owe me 10 bucks!" and stomp away.
6. If he easily provides proof, ask him how drunk his parents were at the time of naming him.
7. Tell him you read his english theme. If he replies, interrupt him and add that you thought it was disturbing and suggest a therapist.
8. If you see him on the street, walk up to him and ask for "A Pony boy". When he says so, ask him where the pony is. If he explains his name, reply you'd asked for someone to bring a pony as a kiddie ride for a birthday party. Give him dirty looks as you leave.
First ImpressionsI remember the first time I met herFirst Impressions2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a tower of books tucked under her chin
glasses sliding down her nose
that she wiggled like a hare's
I helped her carry the tower
to her brother's truck
him ever so persistent to return home
and her just happy to escape into literature
she slumped into the seat
the tower resting at her bare toes
she stuck out her hand
and told me her name
and laughed at the common of it
she would be a freshman after summer
same as me
her brother still urgent
had the engine roar to life
and drive away
her hand waving at me
with a broad smile bubbling over
that danced for me
and all I could think was
Love at first sight is real.
I Won't TryI won't try to make you happy,I Won't Try2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
because I know you've done the deal.
I won't try to cheer you up,
because I know the feelings you conceal.
I won't try to fix your words,
because I know that they are real.
I won't try to heal your wounds,
because I know they won't be healed.
I won't try to help you at all...
Because I know
dont leave medont leave me2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
im a crybaby.
i get sad over the littlest of things.
it hurts when someone else hurts.
they call it a blessing
i call it a curse
when someone else hurts, i feel it too
when there is sadness, im sad.
when there is pain, i bleed.
i hate this curse.
i care way too much.
i care for people.
i care if someone is sad.
i dont want them to be sad
because when they're sad, im sad
when they hurt, i hurt
i try to make them happy
so that im happy
and there is no pain
i become close to them
they become close to me
we're close to each other
i dont want them to hurt
because i can feel their pain
i dont want them too feel that pain
i become so caring..
i become so close..
.. i become so..
because i want them to be happy
once they go away
once they go on their own
once they go to a better place
.. leave me
i grow my own pain
i call my 'blessing' a curse for a reason.
because when others feel pain, i feel it
The Outsiders Extra ChapterEpilogueThe Outsiders Extra Chapter6 years ago in Historical More Like This
Four years later
Ponyboy! I turn my head and see my older brother, Sodapop. Hes now nineteen, turning twenty soon. You coming? I nod my head and I go to the door where he is standing. Soda then opens the door and steps outside.
Hey Darry, can I drive?
No, we want to get there safely, Darry replies.
Same old Darry.
I get my shoes on and go outside to join my brothers.
You alright Ponyboy? asks Darry.
I cant tell Darry how I feel. We get along better now, but things still arent perfect. I get into the car, sitting in the back seat while Darry and Soda sit in the front. Were leaving now and heading towards a place that brings back painful memories. I look out at the scenery outside the car. Not much has changed in the past four years.
Sodas still working at the gas station with Steve. He now has a new girlfriend, but she isnt as nice as Sandy was
forgotten daughter and an empty ring boxI have a picture of you chasing me on a scooter and a handheld pinball machine you gave me when I was 7. I haven't seen your face since I was 9 years old and you gave me your cranberry juice in the hospital. I know you started a wheelchair racing club while you were there and the doctors had to create a new rule forbidding it.forgotten daughter and an empty ring box8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You met my mother in a ice cream shop and proposed to her on a ferry without the ring box.
You were born July 7th in 1947 and you're living somewhere on the downtown east side in a wheelchair because you thought being homeless would be an adventure. I know that you were adopted and never met your birth parents. You had a previous marriage and I look exactly like my half sister. I know my half brother lives in Alberta. I know you've had two failed marriages and five abandoned children.
Mom says you left us to protect us from the friends you used to ride motorcycles with. That they beat you up on more than one occasion. That they threatened to kill her on the
Abducted School route C part 5Abducted School route C part 56 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Day 20 (dream)
The last conversation continue but was less awkward than before, until something or more someone came out...
“Hey look like you are having fun” said a voice that was behind us
This voice... I couldn't forget it, we turn around and see her... Rose was standing there
“Rose!” yell Violet as much surprise as I was
“Wha.... what are you doing here!” add Lillie
“Oh, I was just passing by when I receive a call from one of my friend saying you would not mind my visit” said Rose
“A call from... no” I said looking at Lotus
She look down avoiding any eyes contact “I'm sorry...” was the only words she said, but it was enough to make me feel like the most stupid person on earth...
“You traitor!!! How could you!?” scream Lillie, pissed off
“She was just following the orders, don't get angry at her, but I have to say that I am a bit proud of the plan I made... even the great strategist Violet didn
Ponyboy: A Poker Face ParodyS-s-SodaPonyboy: A Poker Face Parody5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I wanna hold em' like they do in Tulsa please (Hey!)
Shoot em' with our heaters get those Soc's on their knees (I love it)
Fair fight intuition means all skin, no blades to start
And after all that's done I'll play the one that's on his heart
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh, ohh-oh-ohhh-oh-oh
We'll get them hot, show them what we've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
We'll get them hot, show them what we've got
Can't beat my,
Can't beat my
No he can't beat my Ponyboy
(He's got a crush on Johnny)
Can't beat my,
Can't beat my
No she can't beat my Ponyboy
(He's got a crush on Cherry)
Life as a Curtis ch.1 I was sitting on our sofa watching The Looney Tunes show while Pony had his nose in one of his books again. I was starting to get bored, I'd been watching TV for almost 2 hours so I was glad when I heard the truck pull into our driveway. I jumped up off the couch, while Pony just merely looked up from his book. I casually walked outside and greeted Darry, Soda, and Steve, and walked with them back into the house.Life as a Curtis ch.13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey Ali, what you been up to today?" Soda asked me with a joking tone in his voice. He knew I was up to nothing today because it was the weekend and my only friends were guys, and they were always busy.I still answered anyways though.
"Nothin," I sighed then caried on. " I wanted to go tuh the movies today but everyone was to busy." I finished and looked at Steve for a couple seconds, he didn't notice though because he was already reading some stupid car magazine.
"I woulda went with you Ali, I got nothing to do today either." Pony had looked up from his boo
To LucreciaTo Lucrecia11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a dim dungeon long I slept
As the town around me burned.
In a pale chamber long you wept
As waters above you churned.
For a madman thought he could make God
And gave a tainted child to you.
A son, poisoned by beast's blood;
You were the first he slew.
Your lethal child you loved, and though,
I fought for him to die,
When the brave boy's sword laid him low
Something stung my eye.
Through tort'rous chaos I am hurled,
Becoming something foul to see
But as you loved him who near slew the world
Perhaps, I pray, you might love me.
A tutorial to write a Poem...You want to write a poem?A tutorial to write a Poem...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You want to write a poem?
I'll tell you how it's done
Just throw around some rhyming words
Then add a random pun
You want to write a poem?
You want a lot of views?
Just take a famous subject
Maybe something from the news
You want to write a poem?
It won't even take a while
Just search some famous quotes up
'You'll find that life is worthwhile"
You want to write a poem?
Well, you know what
StardustYour body is made of stardust.Stardust4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How cool is that? Just
Think about it. Stardust.
Your body is a universe
With your heart as its sun,
And it has been pumping
To keep you alive
Since you begun –
A whole sun
Wants you here.
Your lungs are two galaxies;
Each an inhaling and exhaling
And they work their hardest
To keep you okay –
Two entire galaxies
Want you to stay.
Your blood cells are meteors,
Going as fast they can
To keep you safe and sound –
Millions of magnificent meteors
Want you around.
Our souls are night skies
And our flaws
Are constellations that
Make us who we are –
Making us each as unique
As each and every star.
Please, don’t become a supernova tonight.
Barbie BlitzWas a sunny day, but alas, a boring one for our Greasers, Sodapop Curtis and Two-Bit Matthews. Both were bored out of their minds, and Two-Bit let whoever was listening know this.Barbie Blitz3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Sodaboy? I mean, Ponypop? I mean, buddy?"
"Yeah?" Soda lazily replied, taking another sip of Coca-Cola, trying to make it last.
"I'm particularly bored at this moment."
For the eighth time Sodapop cringed. "Well, do somethin'."
The words "Do something," were nothing but permission for Two-Bit to seriously harass someone. As mentioned, this had already happened eight times today. Why Soda never got up and went home to enjoy his day off from the DX, he'll never understand.
So this time around, rather than belching beer burps in his face or imitating Mickey Mouse, Two-Bit tugged one strand of Soda's gold hair, then another, then a few more, until an entire small part of his hair was sticking in many directions and not slicked down all tuff like the rest.
Before Soda could grab Two-Bit's wrist and tw
HealingI walked away from him on tight ropes,Healing1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
trying not to let go of myself.
He wore promises like red clown shoes,
two sizes too big.
My mind felt like sobbing but my body said
he wasn't worth wasting the salt.
Maybe he's crying
maybe I want him to be
maybe I wish I meant more to him
than a giddy pink-haired girl
dressed in less than seventeen summers
still stuck to her mother's glasses like dirt
in the corner of her eyes.
I wish for his cheeks
to be Niagara falls,
the Mississippi river,
and the Nile combined
while mine are wrought with drought.
I hope he has guilty feet,
that his knees are brittle as bird wing bones,
that his heart runs away with the plate and the spoon
and the cow trips over the moon
and kicks him in the CRO-codile
because he turned my heart purple and green
I have no acrylics to cover his brush strokes
he painted memories all over me
now my heart tap dances offbeat
it misses his tan arms and warm toes.
I don’t want to be friends
I just want to be alone.
Leave me a