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You're So PatheticAll this time,You're So Pathetic6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s been me being the one whose sorry.
The one thinking everything went wrong because of me.
Well those thoughts all wash away now.
I’ve woken up,
Now you’re the one who deserves to get the blame.
How stupid I was for chasing after you after those things you said.
What was I thinking writing all those poems to you?
Telling you I loved you.
Telling you I needed you.
Begging for one more chance.
Promising you that I’d change.
What the hell was I doing?
You don’t deserve to have me crying over you.
Those words of hate you threw at me,
The shoulders you turned while I fell to the floor.
I&#
I'd Do Anything to Get To YouI could lay here all night,I'd Do Anything to Get To You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thinking of all the words to say to you
That I never did before.
But none of them would come out right.
I could write for days on end until my hands start to bleed,
But no matter how much I write,
And no matter what words I spill onto my paper,
It won’t change a thing.
Time will go by and the ink will start to fade away with the lines,
Just like your feelings faded from what they were before.
Sometimes I wish my mind would draw a blank,
Stop with all the thoughts,
Stop with all the words.
But no matter what I do,
The words just seem to overflow.
The images and thoughts of us,
The sound of your
Tables TurnedCome take a seat.Tables Turned6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Cause I've got alot to say to you.
Things you would never expect to hear from me.
Crawling on the floor to get to you.
Begging at your feet for you to take me back.
Ha, well that's all over now.
Take the truth and fill it with lies.
Take your heart and turn it cold.
Oh, but thats not at all the kind of person I want.
No, not this time around.
Pretending such things never happened.
Thats where I made my mistake.
But those mistakes stop now.
Talk your lies to me.
Come on, feed them to me.
Wanna look me in the eyes and pretend your real?
Might as well look away.
'Cause baby, you don't phase me at all.
Up and
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Memories Too Strong To FadeThey say the more you try to forget,Memories Too Strong To Fade6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The more you remember.
But even when I don’t try to forget…
You’re still my only thought.
Mind spinning,
Head is screaming now.
Surrounded by people everyday.
Friends that can always make me smile.
A girlfriend who wants nothing more than to be my everything.
Laying in her arms to feel her touch,
But no touch is as sweet as yours.
No matter how many people are around me,
I still feel so alone without you.
The time keeps ticking,
But I feel as if it hasn’t moved at all.
Stuck in the past.
Memories flash through my mind,
Like one of those old love movies.
Black and white
i want to save youwarning. contains sadness. and bittersweet frerardness! yaaay!i want to save you2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Green Skittle. Orange Skittle. Green Skittle.
"Frank?"
Red Skittle. Green Skittle. Purple Skittle.
"Frank."
Yellow Skittle. Gre-
"Frank!"
Frank's half lidded eyes widen, snapped out of his obsessive compulsive Skittle sorting, Gerard's perfectly tapered fingers placed firmly on his shoulders.
"Frank, babe, you've been color-organizing your candy for the past hour. Give it a break."
"What? Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Hehe.." Frank said sheepishly, closing his eyes.
He thinks you're a freak. An OCD freak.
No he doesn't. Gee loves me.
Who would love you? Freak freak freak.
I'm no
The SuspectShe was dead.The Suspect2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dead as they come. Face down in the dirt. Her hair strewn out down her back. Her leg at an impossible gut wrenching angle. I saw her. I wish I never had. I wish I wasn't so curious.
I met her on Halloween evening, of '98. She was dressed as a cat. Black ears, fuzzy tail, flashy green contacts. She was very cat like indeed.
Kimberly Wates was alive that night. I didn't kill her. I didn't even know her. No, I'd never even met her the night before. Her friends were giggly, I guess, just like any set of girls. They were regular, casual, the type you wouldn't think capable of murder. Innocent, you might say.
She was drinking co
Cold and Broken HallelujahSometimes you cry in your sleep, like you're dreaming of a memory you'd rather forget. You touch my hips like they could break, and kiss my fingers when you're sad. I can't make you better; you're fucked for good. I like that you touch me like I'm delicate, like you're scared that your fingertips will rub away at my skin and muscle until all you're holding is bones. I wish that I could keep you, but you're a wildcat with jagged edges sharp enough to draw blood. No one can have you. Not even me.Cold and Broken Hallelujah3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
If I let the tears fallI feel a pain so real and deep,If I let the tears fall3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wonder why I just let it steep.
My heart aches for what was mine,
But you don't come back across the line.
You stay on your side with her,
And I stay here not feeling very sure.
You said I would be your wife,
Told me everyday I was your life.
But now you say the same to this child,
She's not sweet nor is she mild.
I wonder how you can love a poison like that,
She plays a game you are the mouse and she is the cat.
I cry over and over wondering what went bad,
It's been a long time but I am still sad.
If I cry once more will it leave me,
If I find a better love will I be able to see?
Will I be ab
Unexpected callThe night winds howlUnexpected call3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
White curtains twist and dance
To the cracks in the window seal.
She's rests as well as her ails allow.
The pillows beside her lay empty
Only hers are filled with their resting head,
She tosses in fret of graves
And the spirits set free
Bells scream on the side
Freeing her from frets.
She lifts the reviver in hope.
Perhaps he was just on home's ride?
His voice did speak,
It was that of another man.
He news was grave
And her love's heart was weak.
She'd not the time
To dress in a hurry,
For he was already fading
The monitor spoke it's last line.
She heard the high scream
Through the whisper of the ph
45And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45.453 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just waiting for the day I can feel alive.
What ever happened to the days of gold?
Seems like this story just keeps getting told.
So I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 tonight.
Waiting to make all of my wrongs right.
No logic, no pain.
No pressure, no gain.
I'm staring down the barrel of a 45.
Counting my sins tonight, so I can feel alive.
No freakI stand alone in the night,No freak3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No one here to see my tears,
My eyes are searching for a light,
A way to ease my fears.
The pain that I feel,
The sadness I have in me,
The need for love is so real,
I need to feel it, don't you see?
I'm lonely and sad,
I'm sacred and weak,
Please don't make me feel bad,
Please, I am no freak.
AnniversaryIt's always been hard for us, walking down the street together. Never knowing what's acceptable to those around us, never knowing the atmosphere of the crowds. I stole a glance across at her and smiled as I caught her stealing one back at me. She grinned at me and I felt myself respond in kind, I couldn't stop myself when she looked at me like that. Screw the crowds, today's a special day, I thought, and took her hand without a moment's further hesitation. There was no immediate reaction, no-one raised a fuss, no-one even looked at us.Anniversary3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She leaned in closer, a risky manoeuvre, and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Mellie."
I used the hold I
Little TouchesLittle touchesLittle Touches3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everytime you kiss me
My head starts to spin
Everytime we hug
I head towards heaven
You are angel of darkness
Yet you saved me
I smile at thought of you
I see you and i fill with happiness
When you hold me close
I feel like no harm will happen
When you look at me
I feel loved truly by you
You brush you hand down my arm
My body shivers at the touch
You got me wishing for you
I just want to keep you to myself
Just because off the little touches
HalloweenDarkness creeps, elicits shrieksHalloween4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of glee and fear and fun.
Masquerading creatures run,
fly through halls and village walls,
moan and groan and terrify
all the children passing by.
On Hallow's Eve, when sunlight dies
vampires laugh and witches cry;
werewolves howl to the sky.
Halloween: the night's alive.
Hold OnDo you ever hear sirens, see flashing lights?Hold On8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a horrible scene & it's real life
Ever have to leave your life without your word in?
Scared to death with tear-filled eyes
This is what some kids go through everyday
Reality to them is just a dark & scary place
Mixed feelings of anger & fear and sadness
Then other kids tease & cause a big mess
Your parents aren't with you & your in foster care
Crying & suicidal because your life isn't fair
So now your on the verge of death
Screaming & crying because this may be your final last breath
But whatever you do, take this advice from me:
Hold on, if you feel like letting go
Hold on, it
The Reverend Tholomew PlagueThe Reverend Tholomew Plague1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
It never happened like this, this thing between me and Brian. And I mean never. Usually on tour if I so much as looked at him in that way I was out on my ass and had to bunk with Johnny at the other end of the bus. We had been sat in the hotel bar drinking with Matt, Johnny and the Berries 'til late. I threw in the towel first due to jetlag and general weariness. For once we had actually booked individual rooms as we were being joined by the girls the next day. I could still hear the guys from my room as I slipped out of my show gear, dropping my jeans, underwear and shirt in a pile on the bathroom floor. They were hooting with laughter, prob
Lamar VannoyLamar Vannoy1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It was late November when I met him. I'd just left an infuriating meeting with the fat cats at Nickelodeon; they had seen the pilot episode of my short animation 'The Breakfast Monkey' and were interested in running a trial series on their network. At this point illustration and art was my entire life, so, in spite of my aversion to anything commercial, I gave it a chance. Bad idea. I'd turned up in my best suit, my raven hair slicked back and my original sketches in a large plastic folder. I'd even caught the first train to New York at 5.45AM despite the meeting not starting until 9.30. For possibly the first time in my life it seemed I look
Corpus vileCut off these feet,Corpus vile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to walk
another mile in these shoes.
Chop off these legs,
I don't want to run
another lap in mortal fear.
Tie up these hands,
I don't want to write
another useless message.
Kill me, please.
I don't want to be
another worthless body.
YouWhen you wrote my name in the sand,You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stumbled a bit.
When you wrote my name on your hand,
I may have tripped.
But when you wrote my name on your wall
I fell hard.
All the little things you did in general
impressed me more than anything.
ParanoiaA disgusting feelingParanoia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've left embedded
In what's left of my heart.
I wish to rip it out
Be rid of it all.
Why did you do this to me?
It's so awkward now.
I cannot tell you
"We are no longer friends"
So suddenly.
You wouldn't understand.
I cannot tell you
"It's truly your fault."
You wouldn't understand.
How can I tell you?
I let things go on
As they always did before.
So many years now.
I cannot understand.
It's so difficult
To keep going through the motions
Of being close to you.
But you do it
So so can I.
This is for you.
And you as well.
I'm worried,
Uncertain,
Second guessing little things
As signs of betr
Murdering You is Sort Of LikeI don't normally kneel for any man,Murdering You is Sort Of Like3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I'm on my knees praying for you.
I count rosaries beads, praying for mercy
for you cold hearted rapist soul.
I don't normally seek revenge
but this isn't revenge its karma, and karma's a bitch.
I'm unrolling duct tape in the dark cold night,
You didn't listen to my screams, so I'll ignore yours
I'm normally a sweet,well behaved girl,
but you have brought out the worst in me, and you will pay for it.
I laugh at the fear in your eyes, the way you laughed at mine.
Remember those nights? You enjoyed my pain, so I'll enjoy yours.
I don't normally perform last rites,
but tonight since you're a r
SickenedI am sick.Sickened3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not physically or mentally,
but sick to my stomach.
Sick of all the lies.
Sick of all the bullshit.
Everyone makes a big deal out of everything,
even if it's of no importance.
Want to know what IS important?
Do you want to know what DOES matter?
Nothing.
nothing matters to the public anymore.
Nothing except money.
Cold, hard, cash.
All anyone cares about is making a quick buck,
making an easy dollar.
The means of WHAT they do aren't even considered,
and nothing is off limits,
nothing is sacred anymore.
What happened to honesty,
to hard work?
I'll ell you what happened,
change.
Change happened.
So who still th
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