color blind truth.listen.color blind truth.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i told you i was soft on words-
not that i believed lies
but you always thought that was my favorite flavor of love
and kept feeding them to me.
and i know i shouldn't have let myself care but my heart began to tell my that you might just catch me if i fell for you.
(the best liars are hearts
because you want to believe them)
you told me i was beautiful and i still don't know if it counts as a compliment when you know they don't mean it.
you bought me a pack of crayons on said,
'oh baby, you could color the world in crayola'
and i think this was code for,
'oh baby, i only know how to trace the world in black and white'
but you forgot i'm color blind.
(that's why i always thought you were
you told me i was one way glass and you'd already taken the step in letting me see you
so now it was my turn to break the cycle, but when i tired
i only ended up sliding my fingers through blood-kissed shards of glass.
(i just wish i was a mirror
so i could
Color BlindI run . gun in my handColor Blind8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Explosions all over . the sound of people departing this life .
I see red all over .
The sky from a welcoming blue to a hated gray
From the new white uniform become brown dirt
I turn my head as a scream from a hole ten feet away takes my full attention I run to my comrade
I jump in
I feel a jagged pain through my stomach
I see my comrade I watch his eyes change from blue to red shot hatred in his face
I start to loose sense in my body
I see my friend hug me He starts to mutters in my ear telling me that he was sorry
He said that he valued me
He said that I was his brother and that I was his family
I held on as long as I could
He told me that he had never had Grandparents
He also lost his parents when he was about 18
With every ounce of my strength I grasped him and said
"When you get home tell my wif
WiccaDont believeWicca8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lies you have heard
For Wiccans do not dabble
In black magick
All magick we do
In perfect love and perfect trust
Is performed in only positive energies
It harms none
We cast our spells
With peace and love in our souls
With calm and harmony in our hearts
We practice our religion with true
So dont believe everything you hear
We are not evil ones who worship Satan
We worship the God and Goddess of our earth
The mother and father of this planet
So merry meet and merry part
Until merry meet again
And so it harm none, do as ye will
And go with my blessing
i'm contradictory at best.i wonder what it's like to look into your face and not want to spill every secret i've ever had. i want to be startlingly indifferent. i want to say i don't care and mean it. i want to be reckless in more than that jaywalking every morning on my way to work sort of way. i want to say something that will completely change the course of everything forever. i want to be the sort of thing people need to invent a new word for, because "cataclysmic" won't cover what a disaster i am.i'm contradictory at best.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i want to be someone new.
i worry about why the air always tastes several degrees colder than your skin. i know there's a correlation that i haven't figured out yet, but my mind doesn't work fast enough to make the connections anymore. i worry that all the synapses are breaking apart and my brain is shutting down. i worry that i'm dying in slow motion from the inside out so no one can even tell. not that anyone would care, but i worry about the most absurd of things. and then i worry that i don't worry enough abo
Redemption: Spoilers DHGreen. The greenest most beautiful shades of green--green he had adored his entire life. Green he had loved, LOVED, dearly, every minute of every day, green, green, green...perfect circles, like virgin fields of the sweetest lilliest that had yet to bloom.Redemption: Spoilers DH9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had Lily's eyes. The last thing he had wanted to see before his sight became a dark tunnel, those vibrant eyes imprinting his ebony souless ones before all went black.
He was...floating. Drifting where it was no longer cold, no longer hot, it only -was-. It was dark. The darkest dark he had ever experienced. What's more, he could
-remember- experience...and he could remember dark. He remembered faces, embroideries, and sounds in the dark. He -remembered-. And like his memories, his body settled firmly on what he could only deduce as ground. And his limbs had yet to move. He had been attempting this for the past few seconds, when he realized how intact he was with the reality of himself.
Severus Snape was dead. That much he was sur
requiescat -- D.H. SPOILERS...Snape stood unnaturally still, his arms stiff behind his back, clenching and unclenching his sweating hands uncontrollably. He has that blank expression on his face, that look he gets when something very...ugly is about to happen, he thought. He was putting up his most practiced, most unreadable facial expression, but Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes at him with that...paralyzingly cold, calculating look, that predatory glare: In a moment of irrationality, Snape could have sworn he saw Voldemort's face register a response when his heart lurched suddenly as genuine fear began welling up just beneath the surface. No, he reasoned, the Dark Lord cannot know your heart is racing itself to exhaustion, fool. He saw you glance at Nagini, is all, he thought. Snape tried desperately to maintain the illusion of the faithful and devoted Death Eater, listening carefully--calmly, he reminded himself--torequiescat -- D.H. SPOILERS9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mommy, DaddyMommy, DaddyMommy, Daddy11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cut off the pigtails
And I grew out of the dresses
My knees grew back their skin
And I picked up my own messes
Mommy, Daddy see me for what I am
See me for what I want to be
Don't expect me to be six forever
Because I've grown up into me
Mommy, Daddy I'm not
The top in my class no more
School got harder and people got smarter
Don't yell at me for slipping behind
Or gasp when you realize
I don't love school with the old ardor
Listen to my music and talk behind my back
Mommy, Daddy if I don't like
Your music anymore I'm sorry
But in growing up I've grown out
Of things and into things that now are me
Mommy, Daddy don't forbid me to like boys
Accept the fact that I'm far beyond
The second grade stage
Daddy, Mommy leave me be
Give me room to breathe that should come with age
Mommy dearest don't yell at me
About things out of my control
I'm just in my room kicking it
Writing stories about who I want to be
Dreaming about death and sex
Because it's also known as life, isn't it?
P.C.PreachingI just spent 30 minutes on a bus staring at a wall;P.C.Preaching9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone wrote in Japanese, English, French
Perfect KissPerfect Kiss8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seconds fading into glowing embers
Lighting paths to pester sweetly
Forgotten warmth in tepid letters
Unlocking horrors deep within me
Wishes dressed in hastened bliss
Sullen in this plague of doubt
Heart surrenders to this kiss
Eyes ravel in the mottled sound
Will it last until the morrow?
To years that wind into our story
Forbid it be a tale of sorrow
For I will never say I'm sorry
Hush, do not speak of pain
Nor must you turn away
Nil on Earth remains the same
Tears can yearn for later days
Now kiss me.
Vincent's Secret ValentineFEB 9Vincent's Secret Valentine12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why is Uncle Vincent so sad?"
"Well ..." Cloud started, "because he lost someone very dear to him long time ago; and this time of the year is the worst for him."
"But I never saw him smile."
"He believes, for him that is, that there is nothing in this world to smile about."
"I want to do something for him."
Vincent was in his room and he heard footsteps, but ignored them. Then they stopped right outside his door, something was slipped underneath, the footsteps started up again and soon disappeared. He walked to the door and picked up the envelope. Vincent picked it up, opened the envelope and pulled out a little red heart. He was puzzled as he read what is said.
"To Vincent .... Love you"
What in the world?
Cloud watched Vincent as he came in and went straight up the stairs and to his room.
"What is it Cloud?"
"I don't know Tifa, Vincent looks ... I can't describe it, be he seems different."
Nothing I Can DoI have no thoughts anymoreNothing I Can Do9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My words have all run dry
There's nothing left for me here
Now that you have said goodbye
Life, love, and meaning
All over in an instant
As you turned away
Left on my own
I'm still ashamed to cry
So I sit here numbly
While my life passes by
Pushing away those who don't care
And even those who try
But they can't understand my hurt
It's way too deep to see
The whole that's inside my chest
That your words ripped from me
Now I'm left here bleeding
Kneeling on the ground
Even though my heart's done breaking
No end here can be found
So please would you set me free
From all of this pain
But don't erase the memories
Or else I'll die again
Dry Clean OnlyDry Clean Only10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is nothing on earth I abhor more than laundry day. It is the eater of a thousand productive hours, the devourer of days on end. Each moment of procrastination, from the point at which you first start looking very carefully at a shirt that any rational person would discredit as dirty, to the point where you no longer have any other underwear to turn inside out feeds the beast, waiting for that enviable day off, when you naively think to yourself:
"Well, I've got a little time to kill, might as well do a little laundry."
Next thing you know, it's 10 years later and the man who used to be the kid next door is going through your pockets, and has already taken the time to write "GONAD" on your forehead in sharpie, and the most interesting thing about you, is your bumper stickers.
Save a cow, eat a vegetarian
My wife's other car is a broom
Osama loves your SUV
Laundry day has consumed your youth.
Multiply your dread by ten if you have to leave the sanctity of your house to launder your
Missionary PositionMissionary Position13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hot breath against my neck
I feel your gentle kisses.
Our lips meet.
Rubbing your fingers through my hair,
and your hand brushing my cheek.
So excited & aroused
we give all our energy.
Wanting you so desperately
I take you inside me.
Breathless. With a slight open peck
caresses my lips.
Holding me close,
while grinding our hips.
I feel you so deep.
I feel your soul inside.
Discovering all your mysteries,
that one should never hide.
You've whisked me away
to the palace of pleasure
I am your goddess
and you are my treasure.
Gasping with delight
Our passion goes soaring
Who ever said that
leavemedon'tleaveme.you make me sick. you make my stomach fold in on itself and press out against the lining of my flesh. you put lumps in my throat and you tie strings to my tear glands and tug until the world is just a panoply of blurred lines, hazy colour and bokeh.leavemedon'tleaveme.8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
you made me do this. you put the knife in my fingers and you told me to tear, you said you would care if i hurt myself like this. you said youd care if i opened my flesh up for you like a gift of blood and flesh and tissue. but you never really did.
i like being small, i like being the blue eyed girl sitting amidst background noise, rubber band arms holding the necks of her legs together. i like being the blue eyed girl with hands holding her from spilling in a mess at everyones toes. i like it when theyre your hands.
i try to define you with mental disorders. i say you have schizophrenia and pretend its a valid excuse. im in love with one of your personalities, but the other doesnt even notice
Funeral DinnerOctober 14thFuneral Dinner7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dear diary, I am going to die. Well, obviously. That sounds pretty existential, so let me clarify: I am going to die in the very near future. There are a number of ways it could happen now and none of them are very appealing. Every trip Ive ever taken has involved some sort of disaster: arriving at the bus terminal late, lost luggage, flight cancellations. But Id never experienced a plane crash before.
I was going to Paris. I told my wife it was a business trip but, heres the kicker, I was going to see my son. I dont mean the one she just gave birth to a month and three days ago. The one she doesnt know about. The one I helped in the conception of fifteen years ago when I went there on an actual business trip at the beginning of my career, before I ever even met my wife. I got a call later, long distance, n
ClimaxClimax12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nice and slow,
Lapping and circling,
Kissing and nibbling.
Heart beating faster and faster.
Closer and closer,
Entretien avec un MuertyIl s'était fait piéger. Cela arrivait rarement mais cela arrivait. Alors patiemment il mit ses mains dans ses poches et attendit, il n'y avait que cela à faire, toutes les choses avaient une fin il le savait. D'autant plus que de manière générale c'était lui qui mettait le point final, alors de temps à autre quand il se faisait piéger par quelqu'un comme ça il écoutait ce qu'il avait à dire. C'était toujours plus ou moins la même chose. Cette fois il s'agissait d'une jeune fille. A la jauger elle avait à peine 16 ans, et déjà le courage de songer à braver la mort. A la voir comme cela il songea qu'elle avait perdu un ou plusieurs proches. Sa famille, ses amis, un petit ami peut être? Ah oui c'était cela un petit ami. Oui il se souvenait de lui il avait aidé à son passage après cet accident. Les choses étaient moches parfois.Entretien avec un Muerty7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Très visiblement elle l'aimait, comme
When Your Heart Stops Beating When Your Heart Stops BeatingWhen Your Heart Stops Beating9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My first thought is that she pronounced his last name wrong.
My second is that she's lying.
When you think of a person, a tiny file of memory opens in your brain, containing everything you know about them. All the good memories you've made, stupid jokes that have been laughed at, every tear that you may have shed think
He stood there, stunned...The door had no push/pull sign.He stood there, stunned...9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Sakura and Rukia Sakura and RukiaSakura and Rukia6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a strange mission to a foreign land: the Land of Fire. A bold mission to where no shinigami had gone before, and yet the only shinigami being sent on this bold mission was Rukia Kuchiki. It bothered her, of course. The usual policy was that whenever there was a mission to a new land in the World of the Living, no-one lower ranked than a Vice Captain should be sent. And then there was the whole weird thing about her being sent in her gigai, dressed as if for another day of high school. But orders were orders, even if they were unorthodox. But still, something didn't feel right about this. That was it. It was her intuition, telling her that something w
God Bless YouGod Bless You7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- De quoi tu as peur ?
Regards fuyants, hésitations. Ces choses-là ne se disent pas. On ne peut pas les expliquer. La fille fait deux pas dans sa direction, puis trois vers l'autre. Elle se colle au mur. Glisse le long pour s'asseoir.
La lumière est faible. On ne voit pas ses yeux derrière ses longs cheveux.
- Qu'est-ce qui te fait dire que j'ai peur ?
Mèches de cheveux remises en place. Elle lui parle de loin, en retrait. Elle ne veut pas s'avouer vaincue. Ces choses-là ne se disent pas. Elles se sentent.
- Ca se sent.
On ne doit pas trop parler de ces choses-là. Elles sont bien trop importantes. Ca fait bien trop mal. On ne veut pas entendre, il ne faut pas, non, non. Elle remue la tête en signe de négation. Elle n'a pas l'énergie de nier de façon plus vigoureuse. Tout ça l'épuise. Et peut-être que c'est vrai. Qu'elle a peur, après tout.
- A quoi tu sens ça ? Comment peux-tu prétendre ressentir ce qu
A Few Points About EmoTheese are reasons why i once hated emo, but for now today i updated this so here are a list of true facts about them, wich will maybe bring light to some people about what they were really doing.A Few Points About Emo8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
-Removed the entire thing. I've grown up in the meantime, and looking back at it i realize how biased most of these things i wrote were. I apologize if i upset anyone, most of those things were truly just accusations. Not like if i care if the style is stealing from another one or not anymore. However i will write what i think now.
Lots of people say that they became "emo" because of XY problem which caused them to dress up like the way they do. Emo being a stereotype to begin with(hence being able to tell if someone is "emo" on first sight), i find it hard to believe that with all the personalities in the world being different, all these different people who became severely depressed have all decided to go down to the store, buy the expensive clothes and make-up, and dress up to the exact sa