Ana And MiaI want to feel my bones,
Their itching to get out.
No more food you moan,
I WANT TO BE PRETTY, You shout.
- - -
Ana Is My Friend,
Ana Is My Queen,
Shell make your troubles end,
Shell loosen off your jeans.
Mia Is My Bitch,
Mias My Control,
For when theirs been a glitch,
Il throw it up,
To make sure I reach my goal...
AnaAna's so prettyAna10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ana's so thin.
Her beauty's a gift
Her beauty's a sin.
Ana doesn't like the truth
Ana doesn't like to gain.
All she feels is hunger
All she feels is pain.
Ana looks at the mirror
Ana looks at the lie.
She wants to be loved,
She wants to die.
Ana's so stupid
Ana's so dumb.
So sorry she's fat
So sorry she's numb.
Ana can't feel to love,
Ana can't feet to hate.
Ana won't make the wrongs right,
Ana won't make it past the gate.
RelapseShe breathes inRelapse6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the light refracts
like Heroin murder.
(Im tripping down
every blade of grass)
overdosing on oxygen
in the cool summer morning.
like hailstones falling
bruising her body
an assault in every drop.
(The vapour fills my lungs
with soft water
With every step
her bones break
like soft glass
(Im so afraid).
she bites her lip
(until it bleeds)
And goes into cardiac arrest.
Sadism.tonight when i lay you out andSadism.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
spread you open, when i paint your outlines
and shade your curves, my
hands will leave blisters that are
sensitive to my presence
tonight when i caress with
suffocation and i kiss with
teeth, know that every mark will make me
the map i need to find myself
(inside of you)
tonight when i shove (your resolve) and
lashes leave skin with broken --
edges, show me the way with
cries and dotted red and blossoming
bruises; it'll be romantic
(in the sense that i will be
the one to make you bleed)
Drug.one.Drug.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You had me at 'hello.'
The only thing prettier than your words is
But then, I guess you're a lie too.
Your parents always told me I wasn't
You never argued.
We curled together in you room during a hurricane and
we'd ask each other what one word meant to us and then look it up in the dictionary.
You asked me what 'love' meant and I told you, 'Love isn't a noun, genius. It's an emotion. It's like static electricity.'
But sure enough, you proved me wrong. You taught me that love is just another noun.
You told me I was like static electricity, just like love. I guess I just missed the sarcasm in your voice.
Maybe love is just a big sarcastic joke, I just don't understand it.
When we played M.A.S.H together, you were always my husband and I always ended up with that rocket ship for a car. When you asked me why I'd need a rocket ship when I have you, the secret was that I sacrificed my wings for you and I still want to be able to
Blank BeautyHidden deep beneath your shieldBlank Beauty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your beauty hides,
Waiting to yield.
But you hide, beneath the shield.
You never delve into your heart
And put your life,
In the starring part.
Because you hid, your heart kept safe.
But if only you could see
Just how beautiful,
You can be.
And still you hide, hidden from my sight.
Your life would change and your shell would break
And all the world,
Would begin to shake.
And so hide, inside your safe shell.
Like a butterfly emerging strong
Your beauty will surely,
Do you no wrong.
And yet, you still hide, in your perfectly blank state.
Sleeping With a Broken HeartAt night I feel your energySleeping With a Broken Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like you're lying in bed right next to me
Then I open my eyes and the truth is clear
That I'm all alone and you're not here
In my sleep sometimes I say your name
Reaching out for your hand, pulling back in shame
It's like longing for something that was never mine
Now I'm mourning what ended before it was time
Your scent still lingers in the air
Especially the lavender from your hair
When I notice, at first, it makes me smile
My smile then fades, after a very short while
Some people tell me I'm just in denial
But I know I'm not; I'm suffering a trial
Sometimes I write out letters to you
Telling you all I am going through
Though in the end, I just throw them away
Knowing if I sent them, you wouldn't stay
I guess it's safe to say that my heart is broken
From the words I wish you had never spoken
SleepoverIt's just a sleepover.Sleepover5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know this.
Kyle knows this.
So...what the hell?
Stan Marsh couldn't fall asleep...his mind was focused on the mane of red hair before him, fast asleep.
Staring at the boy's unconscious face, Stan decided there was no point in looking away again. He had been staring at his best friend for, easily, an hour or so now. They had had sleepovers in the past -hell-they were super best friends after all, but now was different...
Stan had no idea.
He just knew it was, and for some reason, he couldnt look away. Bringing his hand to the Jewish boy's head, Stan brushed his fingers slowly through his curly hair. Why was he doing this?
He still had no idea.
It was just sort of an urge, an urge he had succumb to about an hour ago and since then couldnt stop doing...it just felt good.
Repeating the motion, Stan allowed his mind to wander. He needed to know why he kept feeling this way around Kyle. Why everytime Kyle came over, all he w
BelieveSo is it you or is it me?Believe4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know I said things that I didn't mean
But you should've known me by now
You should've known me
If you believed, when I said
I'd be better off without you
Then you never really knew me at all
If you believed, when I said
That I wouldn't be thinking about you
You thought you knew the truth- but
You're all that I need
Just tell me that you still believe...
Love is hard, love is rough
I know that this silence isn't what we need
But you should have known that by now....
If you believed, when I said
I'll be okay to wait around here forever
I'm sorry to tell you, your wrong.
You're all that I have
Please tell me that you,
Beauty's Never Painless.You know how to affect meBeauty's Never Painless.6 years ago in Other More Like This
You make me hate myself
I want to put on pounds of make-up
I want to make myself throw-up
I want to be ribs showing through skin
I want to be beautiful, to be thin
Food will never pass these lips
As I crave for yours to kiss
And when I'm only seconds from death
Am I pretty yet?
Dear Mom...Dear Mom,Dear Mom...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I wish you'd understand that this is not just a phase. This isn't going to be going away. This is who I am. I wish you could see that I'm not happy. I wish you'd understand that I could be happy if you'd let me do this. I want to change my name. Don't worry, I'll use the name you planned on naming me had I been born in the right body.
I want to be put on T. I don't care if it make my acne worse, I never really cared about my looks much anyway. I don't care if my leg hair starts growing more and more. I never had a problem with my leg hair, I just didn't want to be the weird "girl" in town with hairy legs. I'm even getting used to the idea that I'll go bald in my old age.
I can handle this, mom, I promise. I'm not messing up my life, I'm trying to make me feel better about it.
I want to have a breast reduction. I have been complaining about my bre
BulemicSwallow it right downBulemic9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before there's time to think about it
to regret it
Swallow it right down
hurry before it hurts you
It can all be taken right back
keep telling yourself that.
Exploding with everything you've ever known
You have to let it go
stop letting it hurt you
Don't let it get to you.
Keep telling yourself you'll be a better person
Keep telling yourself it won't hurt a bit.
Swallow it right down,
there goes your control
There goes your plan.
But it can all be taken right back,
keep telling yourself that.
You'll be beautiful in no time.
Watch OutWatch Out4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Are they Sluts?....Whores?
Worthless skanks and nothing more?
Are they Non-Virgins?...Bi?
I'll bet they've "done it" with girls and guys!
Well, here's a newsflash for all of you.
I am bi, and a virgin too.
I haven't even kissed a girl, yet.
And kissing's as far as I wanna get!
So the next time something stupid comes out of your mouth,
Just remeber, we have feelings, so you'd better watch out.
Killing MeMy silenceKilling Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's killing me.
My mouth has been sealed with silver-lined string,
To remain silent it what is asked of me.
So I obey her plea...
It's killing me.
My body is being held captive by arms of security's bliss,
In their grasp I must stay safe in it's sound-ness.
So I obey her wish...
It's killing me.
My eyes are strapped open by paper-thin needles,
I cannot miss a second of these details.
So I obey her tales.
It's killing me.
My heart is being pulled by one person's two fists,
Grabbing a hold of me and tightening without dismiss.
So I obey her list.
Myself and I
I'm killing me.
My body is aching and crying and I cannot help it,
For I am helplessly in love-
(My mouth has been silenced)
-and there is no way out.
ExplainationSleepover --- Part 2Explaination5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kyle Broflovski blinked, trying to clear up his vision. How long had he been asleep? All he remembered was going over to Stan's last night and...didn't he spend the night there? He was sure he did right after the fight with his parents, he went over Stan's like he always did but if that was the case, why was he at home?
Kyle lifted the covers from over him and discovered that he was in his own room. He blinked again and rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe he was just dreaming about last night. Another dream about going to Stan's wouldn't have surprised him really, he dreamed about that a lot lately...but he was almost positive that last night wasn't a dream...
Interrupting Kyle's train of thought, his cell phone buzzed next to him on his bed stand. Kyle reached over and picked it up...2 messages. Both from Stan?
Stan Marsh - 9:07 am
Are you awake?
Stan Marsh - 9:12 am
Obviously not, i guess, I'll stop texting you so you can sleep...once you get this, i need y
Addict"This won't hurt a bit"Addict8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I flinched at the sight
of the syringe
"Just enjoy the ride"
was your advice
White hot sting
shot through me
the rush hit my system
into an hallucinogenic haze
of spinning lights
sugar sweet sweat
The taste of your music
slid over my tongue and skin
as I was dancing
a prayer to Hera
under the melting summer stars
dripping into my eyes
an endless stream of joy
laughter rippling up from nowhere
And I could see rainbows in your eyes
like oily puddles of broken light
a kaleidoscopic swirl
watching the universe spin
faster and faster
leaving us behind
to meander with
unspoken words and undreamt dreams
Then the fall
from riches to reality
left to wash the dirt
from my eyes and skin
ever blackened by
ancestry and guilt
to catch up with the universe
but found only
gray people with
gray eyes and
no colour to revel in
or compare to your eyes
and the music
missing.i remember how you found me digging through boxes in my closet one day.missing.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'what're you looking for?' you asked.
'i'm not sure,' i replied.
you looked at me, confused. 'you don't know what you're looking for?' you asked. i only shook my head.
because i never know what's missing or what i'm looking for; only that something is lost. misplaced.
but maybe the only thing misplaced is me.
'what do you think of yourself?' you asked me the next day.
'what do you mean?' i replied.
'i mean,' you paused for a moment. 'how do you see yourself?'
a telephone was ringing on the t.v. in the silence that dragged on. you turned away from me, and i could tell you didn't expect me to reply.
i didn't, either, but i surprised both of us.
'well,' i said. 'maybe... maybe i'm a fish born without gills. or maybe i'm a bird that refuses to fly. maybe i'm a treasure chest, locked and full of surprises - or maybe i'm just empty.
maybe i'm like fog, confusing and mindless and almost impossible to see through.
Happily Ever AfterShe'll have a loving, sexy husband to do all her house work. He will buy her big house, clad with 4 kids (she always wanted twins!), a dog, a garden and swing set. They will attend church regularly, and praise the name of our Lord like I've taught her to. She will grow a garden with roses that bloom in the front, a big tree with a hammock so the two of them can enjoy their happily ever after.Happily Ever After3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She attends church every Sunday. The light burning from the altars tall candles and the stares and looks from people she barely knows burn her skin. She can tell that God hates her, too, with that same intense stare. She sings and prays to God every week for her sins. Her completely normal, inescapable...sins. She knows, she will never be what her mother wants her to be. The perfect wife to a perfect husband. She prays and begs, down on both knees, that no one will figure her out...
She loves her best friend.
There will be no sexy husband, but in her mind she sees a loving wife. They will d
Ana, My First LoveSo, thanks for breaking up with me,Ana, My First Love8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I've found a better love now.
My first love, who I almost neglected.
Her name is Ana, she is now my world.
She found me, buried in a pile of emotions,
She took me under her wing. She showed me her truth
Her perspective, that would sooon become mine.
She showed me love is not blind.
You left for a reason.
No, I wouldn't take you back.
Ana is my first love, my only love now.
CutI bent overCut4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Her arm out stretched
The scars showing her story
A little blood fell over
As her tears did the same
Her breast heaved
As her tears flowed
Covering her face
With wet pain
My own breast
Covered in the warm salt water
Blood covered my arm as I held her
Her cuts lay shown on her arms
But the cuts in my heart
From seeing the scars
I grieved when she couldn't
I cried when she held back
I held her when she needed it
I pushed her off of my breast
The imprint of her make-up on my shirt
Lifting her arm to my mouth
I kissed the scared trails
No matter how she hated her body
I would find her beautiful
The cuts on her skin
Reminded me of a spider web with morning dew
Glistening in the sunlight
I held her again
Until her tears subsided
Where we layed down together
Falling asleep in each others warm arms
PLUR EmotionThe Soul is made of music,PLUR Emotion7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the darkness of the night.
The bass consumes your feelings,
and treble consumes your sight.
When you hear the gaian song,
you are neither born nor dead.
In life, each hears their own song,
and seeks unity instead.
Peace tries to end our fighting;
Love brings our hearts together;
Unity melts differences;
Respect for every brother.
House manipulates our body;
Trance was created for mind;
Hard core plays with the spirit;
All others come from these kinds.
They program us to their ways,
yet freedom is ours to save.
Break free of these shackles, friend,
for tonight is OURS to rave.
My lovelyMy lovely,My lovely6 years ago in Other More Like This
Ill be your epiphany, if youll let me.
Let me show you the beauty of our insanity.
your arms were scarlet ribbons bathed in gauze,
and under these cotton sleeves mine ruptured to match;
well pour our smiles away together.
havent you ever wondered why these stars are falling?
They plummet alongside us in shades of pyrite and seashell;
the heavens are mimicking our hypothalamus.
come with me and our pretty suicides will coat this city
in webs of tragedy and self-inflicted martyrdom from every artery;
our plasmas are clotting these fantasies.
follow my lead, and well leave a scar in the atmosphere.
Our hysterical giggling with reverberate to a glorious infinity;
and the Gods will fear our sweet repose.
follow my lead and well paint this world with our madness;
in incarnadine tints well crumble with these limbless statues.
Oh my lovely,
accompany me into romantical irony;
Raver's DrugIt was his drug; It was his life.Raver's Drug7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stepped into the usual warehouse. As he did every Saturday night. His wrists and his neck glowed. In his right hand, he held two glowsticks, pink and green. He smiled as he went with the small crowd to the dance floor. It was already crowded, bodies molding together and the whole place moving as one. Jumping, swaying, dancing, living.
The music led them. The music followed them. The beat ran through his body, invigorating and refreshing. He hit the ground with everyone around him. He sprang up with them too. A body behind him had stumbled, but didn't stop to regain his posture, everything kept going.
There was no slowing down, no speeding up. It was constant, it was energizing. He smiled widely as the beat grew faster, stronger, louder. Some people screamed. Some people clapped while they jumped. He held up his hands, the glowsticks making a vertical line as he moved his body. People grew closer, still in sync with each other.
It was his escape.