Not Vain, Just Prideful“Gorgeous,” she told her starving reflection.Not Vain, Just Prideful4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
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.
Living Art"Stars?"Living Art3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karezi drabbleGC: H3Y K4RK4T?Karezi drabble2 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
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
Furball [the cat that battled depression]There was one thing I was certain of when we met that day;Furball [the cat that battled depression]6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
You were the most miserable looking cat I had ever seen in my life.
A tiny white furball. Skinny. Unproportional.
Your legs were too short for your body, as was your tail. It made you wiggle when you walked. There was that thing about your face that just wasn't right. Weird, squinted eyes. You were always snotty, like having caught a cold that never ceased. And when you purred, it was strangely noisy. As if something had broken inside long ago. We always had that funny joke about you, in which we pictured you as a human being. The school nerd that got bullied on in class. The one with huge glasses, an unfitting haircut, and that always carried an inhaler with him because he was basically allergic to anything and everything. Because that was the kind of cat you were.
Still it was love at first sight when we met at the animal shelter, and you set yourself at our laps and started purring for no reason.
The girl at the a
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.
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
StardustYour body is made of stardust.Stardust1 month 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.
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.
To LucreciaTo Lucrecia10 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.
The Man with Red Snakeskin PantsWhen we first met, you were drunk.The Man with Red Snakeskin Pants1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two weeks later we kissed the sky with our eyes
and caught meteors with our tongues.
Your roof was as close to heaven as I've ever been.
In retrospect, I wonder
how attractive I was when you were sober,
but dwelling on questions I'll never ask
is a habit I'm trying to forget I have,
just like the memories
we made together.
I would undergo a lobotomy
just so I'd never have to remember
how wonderful you made me feel.
You actually convinced me I had a cute nose
despite the perfectly centred freckle on its tip.
I still think of you as often as I check my watch.
I still miss the warmth of your palms on my waist.
I hate it.
You told me you usually had long relationships,
but you gave up on me six weeks after we kissed.
The last day we spent together
I told you my only secret
and I can't help but wish
that if I had kept it then
I might have kept you,
but you are not my property and I am not yours.
I want to call you a waste of time,
but I could never call ha
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)
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.
I'm In Friend-Love With YouI'm in friend-love with you,I'm In Friend-Love With You1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sorry to admit.
That I've cherished every moment we've shared,
every single bit.
I know it may sound weird,
and maybe a little wrong.
But I know you'll understand,
and you'll help me stay strong.
I'm still in friend-love with you,
please, let's still hang out.
Let's open it all and turn it up,
all night, we'll scream and shout.
Let's not kiss to show our love,
but write each other notes.
Let's play all day and play all night,
our hearts we will devote.
Let's not go to bed together,
but fight for our own pillows.
We'll travel through the blanket seas,
and sleep amongst the willows.
Let's not whisper to ourselves,
that's what the other's for.
Someone to whisper our secrets to,
with the promises we have swore.
I've fallen in friend-love with you,
so please stay by my side.
Don't walk in front, or walk behind,
just stay by me, enjoy the ride.
I know all of your weaknesses,
I've memorized them by heart.
I'll help you with my strengths,
and share with you my