ScaredI'm really scared.Scared10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have no words
To hide behind.
The words that save me
That express my heart
Just can't contain
I'm afraid I'm losing you,
I love you too much,
I don't know what to do…</b>
My mind is whirling.
My thoughts are unravelled
Into frantic fragments.
I can't think
My mind is numb
With the thoughts of possibilities,
What you might be thinking
I want to die
Nobody loves me
I have no one.</b>
I need you in my life,
I love you too much,
You will always have me…</b>
I'm lost in darkness
Without your guiding
I can't find you
Heart brokenMy skin cries, my eyes bleed,Heart broken6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my brain eats, my guts need.
My hands think, my mind feels,
but never will my heart heal.
Green skies, blue grass,
build my future, forget my past.
My feet taste, my tongue walks,
my mouth hears, my ears talk.
My fingers see, my eyes touch,
the sight of you, I love so much.
Stockholm Syndrome - Ch7Matt woke up cold. He woke up freezing, actually. Blinking, he sat up, curling his arms around himself, and looked around. Mello was gone, the other end of the couch absent. Standing shakily, Matt stretched, cracked his back, and went to Mello's room, only to find that empty, too.Stockholm Syndrome - Ch77 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The clock read 10:38. So, Mello would have already left for the day.
With a yawn, Matt went to the kitchen, hands in his pockets. He sighed tremulously, then dug into the fridge, looking for something to eat, found nothing, and straightened up, leaning against the wall.
Last night was slowly coming back to him, with new emotions tagging along behind it. Matt gazed around at the kitchen- the pale yellow walls, the pale blue countertop, and the white tiled floor that felt like ice beneath his feet.
The apartment was freezing this morning- then again, it was October, so that was probably the reason. Matt glanced up at the thermostat above the microwave, frowning. It read 59 degrees. Huh. That explained a lot. Ma
Proud DeathI am Death, always have been, always will be. Some think of me as an angel. Others perceive me as a demon. I have been worshipped and feared long before man refined their ideas of religion and god. I once thought myself the judge of all that lives, but I was never meant to be anything more than a ferryman.Proud Death8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I was once merciful. I passed over those I saw as good. I brought early ends to those that brought others misery. I gave swift ends to those that had nothing but suffering left for them. I spared so many their tears, but still I was wrong.
I once played games, and accepted challenges from those that defied me. Oh, how I loved them for their bravery, their arrogance, and their hope. I always won, but I often made mistakes to prolong the game and feed their hope. Now the games are gone, and I can play no more.
I once struck deals with those that worshipped me. &
Journals of Sleep: This House.Journals of Sleep: This House.10 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Act 3 (This House.)
Ive always likened surrealism to melting clocks. I was fifteen when I first saw that painting, and now Im nearly twenty. And while Im not sure if that makes me old enough to revisit childhood dreams, theres really not much I can do about the matter. The room thats left unlocked for children, young adults and the far older ones need a key now for entry.
Afterall. You just dont go into a room without permission anymore.
Its not polite.
The stairways in this house never go anywhere. You run upstairs to find yourself down in the basement, and the room with the odd black and white spiral painted over the tarpaulin drains you down to the roof. It leaves me with that ominous feeling of looking down a sink to see the top view of water dripping down from the stainless steel. It always looks like a disappearing, reappearing eye of a f
Confused.Confused.Confused.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm confused and don't know why.
My lifestyle, my attitude.
What has become of me?
You came in and made me see clear again.
And I don't even say thank you.
Though, I love you with every breath I take
And yet, I'm still alone.
I understand how you feel.
But do you understand me?
Dude, I love you.
And you push me away.
Anyway, thanks, for opening my eyes.
Seeing that you're what I needed.
Alone.Sitting in my dark room alone again,Alone.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thinking over my life.
Why is that I feel so empty?
Like there's something missing.
I have already everything I want,
or do I ?
They keep saying "Hey girl, you're talented",
"Hey girl, you got everything well".
They know nothing.
They don't know about the tears,
they don't know about the fears,
I have when I'm sitting alone ,
in my dark room again.
Hoping someone to find me.
Wishing someone to call me.
Someone to take me out of this
dark empty room.
Someone to take care of me.
Someone to save me
Grin? Grin.Grin, grinGrin? Grin.8 years ago in Other More Like This
Your so-called soul
It's just a hole
Or a grin.
For a reason
Laugh without humor.
Smile without joy.
It's just an infection.
Keep the beat
With your teeth.
Counting the seconds
'Till we smirk again.
Too bloodstained to hide.
Who said we can't
Mess up our
I can't say we're human
I can't say we're dead.
We're marked (target acquired)
By the gaps in our chests.
We're soulless demons.
Or are we? Or ain't we?
It's a hole.
Use a grin.
My Love My LoveMy Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You never leave me be when i say im fine,
you always know im hurting,
even when i say im not, You always want to be there
for me....my love,
but i know you just want to take care of me,
like a little sister... please dont come any closer,
it hurts to see your smile
it hurts to hear you laugh... but yet i want t be around you,
all the time
i love to see you.....
Death By VampireGood evening young man, I have just a word of cautionDeath By Vampire9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do not romanticise my kind, I do not use seduction
Let go of your misconceptions, and your silly dreams
Because I will not indulge your dark, gothic fantasies
We will not be lovers, immortality will not be yours
I do not have alluring fangs, I have savage jaws
When I take a human life, I do not feel regret
I am neither beauty nor desire, I am the living dead
I will slice your jugular; and lap you clean with my tongue
Maybe I'll drain you completely, and bathe in your blood
Or I can suspend you in a cage, and prod you full of holes
I will have a shower; I will have red stains all over my clothes
I am a nocturnal hunter; I will attack you in the night
And rip your throat to pieces; leave you dying in first light
If I want to be ironic, I could drive a stake through your heart
There are so many ways to kill when a vampire is out for blood
FrustrationI love you!Frustration9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need you!
I can't stop thinking of you.
The frustration I go threw to make you happy is unexplainable.
I dont do it because I have to,
I do it because I want to,
And because I love you
Despise all the bullshit.
At times I wonder
If you see how much I suffer & what I go threw
Or what I have to deal with.
I cry everyday
I may not show tears
But it dont mean I don't cry inside.
The tears if blood that my heart cries hurts.
Take me away is all I ask for,
Take me away from all this stress,
Take me away where i can be with just you
Till the end of time.
Remus' Pensieve"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy-warty Hogwarts..."Remus' Pensieve7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tonks murmured the school song as the paced about the living room of Remus' flat. Waiting for Remus to get off work was an awful bore, especially when she was waiting for their date to start. She checked the clock again.
Quarter to six.
She'd last checked five minutes ago, though it felt like half an hour.
Her restless feet took her out into the hallway, into Remus' room. She loved his room. It was so simple and so...him. Decorated forest greens that blended with the clean hardwood floor, it seemed to eminate the very nature of a forest. Some scratches lined the walls from the last full moon. Remus had obviously not found the time to fix these. She sighed, then set about magically sealing the dark green painted wood.
All the furniture was intact, she noticed as she walked the room. Which meant that he'd had time to vanish it. Good...she d when he would come home too late or too tired to ensure that he had a bed intact by morning.
FrustrationI sit, I think, I wonder why,Frustration11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I cannot see inside your mind.
There's something there, what can it be?
I wonder if you ever think of me.
I sit and stare, look deep in your eyes,
But what's inside is all a surprise.
You mean so much to me, more than you'll ever know,
But how you feel, you do not show.
It's frustrating not knowing where I stand,
My emotions lying helpless in the palm of your hand.
I wish you would tell me the thoughts in you head.
Instead you just lay there, numb, in your bed.
You're brilliant. You're beautiful. A true work of art.
I just wish I could find a way to your heart.
Just to be near you, it makes my heart soar,
But when you cut yourself off is when my spirit drops to the floor.
I like you, I want you; don't know what else to say.
Would you tell me what you're feeling; I'll be complete that way.
I think of you and wonder why
I can't have you here by my side.
I look at you, you're all I need
But all you want is to be freed.
I'm in love, you're unaware
All I want t
The color of life.Life is not red,The color of life.6 years ago in Other More Like This
life is not hot.
Life is not blue,
life is not cold.
Life is not green,
life is not fresh,
life is not right,
life is not wrong.
Life is many shades of gray,
all scaling down to black,
when your terminal age has arrived,
you rise through the life long shades of gray...
until you reach white happiness.
Life can be happy,
life can be sad,
life is full of color,
but in black and white,
is what we treasure the most,
what live, what we call life.
Amongst those blacks, and whites and grays,
Leave room for a little love,
For love has no color, no shape no size,
only unconditional happiness.
The Aftermath of Pumpkinsi thrust inside the paunch of pumpkinsThe Aftermath of Pumpkins10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
twined fingers, the fibers of lush pulp--
my hand, spider-like in sleek webs
pulled and scraped the curve.
the curse of autumn
are chunks jammed under fingernails,
yellow threads dehydrated on palms, wrists
i thought about summer dying
into these beastie fruits, after first bursting from sky
to sky, spiked orange
falling its colors to leaves, migrating to ground
and i wanted to carve buoyancy into the ribs,
my ribs; sculpt blossom ends to bloom
chocolate plant mouths, my mouth--
leveling down, i would become a nut nestled
inside seed, a soft candle in a belly
bending in all directions
as light can, sleeping to dream 'til November
illuminating again, again.
Online DatingIt isn't real,Online Dating7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it can't be real,
that's what everyone says.
There's no real bonding,
just words on a page.
But, what if words were your passion
if words were your life?
Is it possible,
for some reason
that something could come of it?
It doesn't exist
how could it be anything
other than farce?
Lies all they say.
You don't know the person there
if could be a trick.
But what if it had gotten to the point
in life that it didn't matter?
where anything is better than nothing
and other options are still open?
Is it possible then that there's reality there?
What It Really Means.What It Really Means.10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
She had forgotten how it was to dance. The warm comfort of her canvass sneakers was left somewhere under the curtain folds, like a bystander watching from the darkness of the wings.
The theatre was shadowed, the only lights, slivers from beyond the open door that led out into the world beyond that of music, and expression, and pointe shoes and the barre. Here she could almost hear the swell of Tchaikovsky, and she remembered -- pas de deux, rehearsals 'til midnight, and the laughter from the dressing rooms hidden from view. Laughter that you knew was there but the audience could not hear. The clatter of make-up kits as the older girls sat at their dressing tables, trading stories of misadventures, one-week old dates and the new sale where the pretty blouses cost less than half their original price. There, she could imagine, in empty rooms echoed the shades of noise made by little ones as they slid on the smooth floor, ballet shoes adorned with ribbons to give the illusion o
Journals of Sleep: Apology.Journals of Sleep: Apology.10 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Act 4 (Apology.)
I wish I could explain just how hard it feels to do this.
To some respect, its as if Im letting someone special go;
cutting ties I normally wouldnt have the heart to, were
the circumstances different.
It feels almost cruel, really, but I dont want to think Im a
crazy person dazed half the time, having my thoughts on
something that doesnt make any sense at all.
You see, theres a lack of concreteness. Like those days
when youve had too much coffee in the morning, and your
hands are just shaking. Like youre too cold inside, but a
fevers going through your body the way salt
burrows into ice. You feel a bit lightheaded, I think,
and for about a second you cant breathe, and youre
holding your breath because you can almost feel her tears
as if it was you who were cry
Saving Shae: PrologueYou faked your funeral?! yelled Bones.Saving Shae: Prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yea. I-I had to catch the guy said Booth.
No one told me. She said.
What? Sweets was supposed to tell you. Trust rituals my ass!
Ha! I got you to smile! said Booth.
Bones looked around her office. She kept glancing at Booth. The impulse was too much. She stepped out from behind her desk. Booth smiled. What if she would never see that smile again? She couldnt control herself anymore. Boned lunged herself at Booth. She wrapped her arm around him as tight as she could. She pushed her face into his chest. Bones had never cried in front of anyone, especially not Booth, but this time she couldnt help it
Oh, Bones Its all right. Im here now. Booth said, trying hard not to cry himself.
I thought Id never see you again she choked.
Its okay said Booth.
Booth wrapped his arms around Bones a
Damn that sunDamn that sun10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You may think the sun is all good, but I beg the differ.
I say damn that sun!
It was a plain, regular morning for me.
Woke up, drank some coffee, a latte.
Read in the newspaper of the disaster in some third world country, the murder in a local club, some terrorist bombing and a few killed nothing much. I was beginning to feel pressed with time, and so I ran out to the car, when the strong sun outside caught me by surprise. I was blinded for a second, when I bumped into the elderly man walking the street.
I couldn't apologize more, when he fell down, probably breaking some ribs on the sidewalk, just outside my home.
Damn that sun.
I would have stayed, to see he is Ok, or even called an ambulance from my cell phone, but I was late for work. It's a silly excuse, but it was the sun fault.
So I was driving with the damn sun in my eyes, cursing that ball of fire to the best of my knowledge, when I came to the junction of streets I had to cross, to get into my office parking. It was the
Missing YouYou are standing thereMissing You7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
. . . mere millimeters apart
If only I lift my hand
. . . oh so slightly
I will touch your skin.
. . . so scared that it is a dream
"Does it matter?" you reply
and I realise
that in this very moment
~ that even touching you in a dream
than nothing at all
You smile and ask about the weather
How ridiculous our silly little joke now sounds
as the Sunlight opens my eyes
and you melt away in daylight
I have to face the reality
of loving you
every single day
Empty Promises.If I gave you my heart,Empty Promises.9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
would you promise not to break it?
If I gave you my love,
would you promise not to lose it?
If I gave you my hand,
would you promise to hold it?
If I gave you a ring,
would you promise to cherish it?
If I gave you my life,
would you promise not to ruin it?
Can I trust those bright blue eyes of yours?
Or are they decieving,
Like all of the others?
Insanity I have never been perfect, and I probably never willInsanity6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My mind believes Im something Im not
Is that what I want to be?
Rip out my eyes so I can hear you
Tear out my tongue so I can see
If ever I had a much better excuse
I wouldnt be using it now!
Imma losing my mind now
Being sucked into the insanity that is me
Im slipping from, the rock that once had held my ground
I BELIEVE THAT THIS IS ME!
In this mindless world of everything that we break
Weve finally one thing, we couldnt forsake
Weve found loyalty at our roots
A final speck of light in the dark
The light that leads us, through the blindness
I'VE FINALLY BEGUN TO BREAK!
Rip out my