No Thank Yousoul searching inNo Thank You2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a man made religion. hypocrisy is
rampart in many minds.
With Every StepI dream of laughing with you,With Every Step10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Under the sun.
I walk a mile with a smile,
But then the rain comes.
I dream of peaceful nights,
Under the stars.
I make a plan to hold your hand,
But then I push you too far.
I need you now,
More than you know I do;
But I can't catch my breath while my head is spinning.
I keep climbing, scraping, scratching and crawling,
And with every step I feel like I'm falling.
I dream of breathing,
Under your smile.
I begin to make you grin,
But then I cry for a while.
I dream of sleeping,
Under your skin.
I keep praying to my brain,
But it won't let me let you in.
I need you now,
More than I say I do;
But I'm so out of breath cause my brain is churning.
I keep slipping, choking, screaming and wailing,
And with every step I feel like I'm failing
AtmosphereShow me the world through your eyes,Atmosphere6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I'll try to hide in plain sight
Blending and bending with your peers
Your smile and laugh astounds me
Your legs and arms surround me
I'm yours completely when I'm here
We just let go and fall through
The atmosphere catches you,
But I'm still falling for you dear
I still wish you were here
Lovesongs are not for usWhat would you say if I told youLovesongs are not for us5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the things that I have buried
in the deepest corner of my heart
My lips urge to tell
how I miss you
And as the sunlight fades
words hidden where no one
And God knows it hurts
it hurts like I am dying
like I would be losing you
a second time
and I barely can see your face in the dark
there is no echo of your voice
in my bleeding ears
What would you do if I just once more
came to that place they call your home
If I kissed you in the doorway
and brought back what was long lost
My heart aches
secretly wishing for another chance
to whisper and for once mean every word
never would I admit to you
how wrong everyone else feels
and that you are the one on my mind
whenever a lovesong comes on the radio
if I could I would go on
forget all about what we used to be
and not even once look back
(but my love you know,
I only listen to lovesongs nowadays)
starboy.Lambent irisesstarboy.5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
C|o|n|n|e|c|t the c o n s t e l l a t i o n s
Please be my starboy♥
HellKunzite fell, fell, fell, but he wasnt going anywhere. The darkness around him was eternal. Sad thoughts filled his mind. Zoisite, he wondered, is this the place you have guided me to? Please, tell me I have lost my way you are too beautiful for such a place!! But the darkness gave no answer. It was cold and unyielding.Hell7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kunzite sat on the ground, though he couldnt see it. What was the point of living, of falling in love, if he did not know where his loved one was now that the end had come? He hugged his legs as they curled up to his chest, wishing desperately that the arms around him were Zoisites. He hadnt done this since he was a child so many years ago, but it felt good to think of someone hugging him. He was dead now- his pride didnt matter. Zoisite .
As if on call, a voice rang through the darkness. KUNZITE-SAMA! Kunzite leapt to his feet, joyful, boundless bliss running through him.
Zoisite! he cried.
TagRadiant sunlightTag5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
trailing behind clouds of gray
chasing them away
Wings of a ButterflyBe sure to have the courage in you, I told him,Wings of a Butterfly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The courage to crush the wings of a butterfly
The gentleness to kiss the lips of aggression
And emerge victorious.
Forget the beauty of a placid pond, I implored,
You must hurl the mossy stone with the fear of falling
With frictionless fingertips, you will watch it fall
And stroke the wings of a butterfly.
You will find the gossamer noose, I warned him,
Around your neck, and you will cut your fingers
On the wings of a butterfly, and it will struggle
But you must not let go.
With the wings of a butterfly, I whispered somberly
As he turned and walked away,
You will fan the flames, you will perish among the ashes
You will feel the heat of oppression
But they cannot stop the ripples
Or crush the wings of a butterfly.
PrimalEnter the man of primal ragePrimal6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A character locked in a cage
His story, blood splattered on a page
Held back by the chains of today
His Instincts weakened,
His screams unspoken,
And all that was him undone
Broken by what he was made
Freedom comes with a price
Given a chance he casts the dice
Becoming more than his shattered life
Releasing instinctive rage
thoughts of a cutter.1. I do it for me, not youthoughts of a cutter.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
2. Sometimes, I just want to feel something, anything but numb
3. I haven't done it in over a year, but I still have those urges, that desire to just give in to the temptation
4. I will not promise you I won't do it, because I know I'll wind up hurting you and being nothing but a failure in the long run
5. Don't try and understand, because I just know you won't be able to comprehend the why, after your sudden shock of finding out
6. Call me anything you want, but DON'T call me emo, or an attention whore
7. The feeling of that blade digging into my arm makes my skin tingle with chills full of pleasure
8. I sometimes don't know why I do it, but all I know is that it feels amazing to harm myself
9. You might not understand, but I wanted to do it, nobody encouraged me or suggested it
10. Hearing you say that you think I'm stupid for doing such a thing, makes me want to laugh in your face. Try and put yourself in my shoes and then tell
You Name Yourself ApollyonYou Name Yourself Apollyon6 years ago in Open More Like This
Those who live by the sword shall die by the sword.
For those who swear by the sword,
living is punishment enough.
What unseen foe do you rage against,
slashing with abandon, and the intent to kill?
You have no enemies here,
save for within.
(And, oh! How that one longs to destroy you!)
Your hatred has had its way with you,
and you wield it as a warhammer-
with it you will nail Pandora's box into a coffin,
and bury what hope was left inside.
With it you will smash your own way through dead rock-bottom,
and there become the antithesis of progress.
You will undo everything, waging war against the past
and therefore the future.
Frantically will you sprint in the opposite direction of time,
upheaving every stepping-stone that got you here.
You will break through every barrier and threshold you have crossed,
until at the climax of your fury
there will be nothing left to unmake, at your beginning-
a most bitter end.
FreefallFreefall6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell into love
with astonishing ease.
After years of believing
that one such as I
could never be caught,
it encompassed my world.
Always I had been the one
to hold my heart inviolate.
Lovers were left grasping
for my ephemeral affections,
while I danced away,
my emotions untouched.
All it took was a kiss,
one gentle kiss that belied
the devastation that would follow.
Bereft, heart rent like tattered silk,
when you danced away from me,
your emotions untouched.
And here I remain
wondering if, like me,
you will someday fall
with the same ease,
and the same shattering
of your soul upon impact.
Draco's Escort ServiceDracos Escort ServiceDraco's Escort Service9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry was livid.
No! Absolutely not! he yelled. There has to be someone else!
Hes the best, Lupin insisted. And he checks out.
Draco Malfoy checks out? Harry thundered. By whose standards? The bastard has done more to make my life a living hell than anyone other than Voldemort!
He was a child, Harry. He regrets his actions and has redeemed himself time and again. For Gods sake, Harry, he lost everything to Voldemort!
SO DID I! Harry bellowed. At least Malfoy got to grow up with parents! He had a fucking decent childhood!
Dont you think that would make his loss even harder to bear? Lupin yelled back.
I DONT CARE!
Lupin threw up his hands. Harry glared.
Ill go alone, Harry decided adamantly.
You cant. Lupins words were like a slap in the fa
FragilityPardon meFragility6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is my new lipstick
I need ghost lips.
My rib-cage needs fragility
like the bones
of bird wings.
I need to be light,
need to float. Like a bird-
no, like a spirit.
My pallid skin
so you can see
with the moths.
DistanceSomewhere not to far from hereDistance6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Two arms lay empty
Across a seemingly endless strip of asphalt
There sleeping waiting for me
Through ever moving shadows
From spotlights on pavement
Across a state-line and a rest-stop
I travel to where love is
When my gas hand reads empty,
And we haven't a penny to our names
I look into those deep brown eyes;
I smile through the rain
You and Your Beautiful SoulYou and Your Beautiful Soul9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The morning came bright and cool. Birds chirped in the branches of the Dark Forest and owls hooted wearily as they trekked in from their nocturnal hunts. A fairy or two darted in the lavender patch and the squid in the lake waved a lazy tentacle as it dove under for a nap. Yes, the animals were either turning in or just waking up, welcoming a sunny new day.
All animals, that is, except Ron Weasley. He was still in bed, snoring loudly, contently curled up beneath his thick duvet.
Harry watched him fondly as he settled the strap of his bag across his chest. Walking over, he shook the boy's shoulder, skillfully dodging the sleepy arm that flew out to attack him and smiled as Ron rolled onto his stomach. This was why no one else wanted to rouse the Weasley. His awkward growth spurt had granted him long limbs and sleek, strong muscle in which to control them. But Harry was used to it by now and could deftly avoid any attack the redhead might obliviously dish out.
A smirk forming on his lips
I Am.I am the silhouetted figure standing alone in the dead yellow glow of the single street lamp's flickering, dying light. The cold wind blows the debris along the cracked street, shifting the image but not the feeling. No one will fix it. No one is even here. I stand alone keeping company to the tiny, hopeful sprouts emerging from the long jagged cracks in the ancient cement, starting their lives in the place that others have died. I stay with them, watching over them to make sure their tranquil growth is not disturbed. Neither of us have anywhere else to go, so why not stay? Every second spent is not wasted because it is spent doing something. I am an outcast because of my wasting of time, because if time is money, then I am all too rich. I spend the rest of my time making sure that the new growing sprouts live long enough to be able to make their own time. How did it happen that the outcast from one society became the salvation of another?I Am.6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am the friend of the darkness,
'What Was He Thinking?' Pt 2Harry opened his mouth to say something, forgot what it was, and closed it again, making him look remarkably like a fish.'What Was He Thinking?' Pt 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Potter, Harry licked his lips.
Well, uh, Draco, I actually wanted to have a chat Harry slipped in the room past Draco, plopping down on the couch.
Draco raised a delicate eyebrow, but ignored the intrusion, figuring that, if anything, hed just get to punch Harry in the face later.
What do you want, Potter? Draco repeated.
Well, uh . I-I just gah, I really, er wanted to-uh Draco smirked.
Im sorry, Potter, youre going to have to repeat that for me. What is it you want?
Harry gave up, getting up and going over to Draco.
You, He said simply, before pressing his mouth against his.
What happened next was a blur. Before Harry could even think to run down the stairs and away from a vengeful blonde Slytherin, Draco had him pressed firmly against the wa
Look At The WorldLook at the world. It hasnt really changed that much. It looks much the same as it always has. Its still spinning, which might actually surprise a few people. True, therere a few more brown patches, that sandy colour where there arent any trees but where there should be. But theres still green too, theres still white, the poles are still hanging in there; and theres still one hell of a lot of blue!Look At The World9 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
Look at all the countries. Or maybe not all of them, actually, because I cant tell you what happened in most of them. In any of them except my country. See, after the Explosion, everything, everywhere went crazy. Wars spread and they just kept getting worse and worse. Then the news basically stopped, because we shut off our borders. We didnt let anyone come from Across the Seas, didnt let anyone come from the North; we wrapped ourselves in a big cocoon, hoping that might help. So I really dont know what happened anywhere
Thinking of YouOh love,Thinking of You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How I miss our afternoons
Our lemon-showered afternoons
Our relaxed, weekday afternoons
I close my eyes, love,
And think about how we
Lied on the green-haired ground,
Blinking with the wings of white moths
And pumping blood with cricket's legs
I see the metal doily chairs
'Round the suited table, love,
Atop which sits our record player
With its Tchaikovsky-smitten needle
I feel the tall hedge, love,
Tickling my ankles and shoulders and
I see the emerald leaves between our cheeks
When you backed me into the crocheted branches
With your smile and the tip of your perfect nose
I taste my red lipstick
On my tongue and yours, love,
The red that glinted in my auburn hair
As like licking fire we spread across the grass
I smell the engine grease, love,
Smeared on my hands and the hose,
Faded like the old automobile we washed with it
On the hazy tarmacadam as suds hugged my calves
And you picked me up from behind and we laughed
I smell your golden skin
My face adhered to your arm, love,
Broken FriendshipBecause of you Ill never be the sameBroken Friendship8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Relics of the past drive me insane
Old memories haunt my every thought
Keeping the distant past close this isnt the fate I sought
Early false futures close me off from reality
Now not able to see what could really be
Forever seeking the glue to piece this back together
Remembering a time that was better
Im the one to blame for messing this up
Elements devoid now of trust
Never again could this be made right
Destiny is the winning opponent in this fight
Soon the last threads will fall apart
Hoping this wont shatter my unstable heart
Im all alone now again
Possibilities of better times have come to an end
'What Was He thinking?' What Was He Thinking? pt.1'What Was He thinking?'8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
WARNING. Homosexual and adult...ish situations, in this or later chapters. Don't like that sort of thing, walk away now. Don't say I didn't warn you.
When Harry kissed Draco, he'd known what his reaction would be. He'd be surprised, of course, immobile for a few seconds because of the shock. Then, eventually, he'd jump back, screaming profanities and streams of insults. Harry would tell him to just shut up, push him closer against the wall, and continue on.
The IdolI once saw a man on the television who was so afraid of fruits that when presented with a bowl of them, he fled the stage, knocking over the host and several other guests. Though I openly pitied the man for his obvious malady of the mind, inside, the small bit of sadism buried within all humans laughed at his bizarre affliction. How can one not find cruel amusement in the cowering of a grown man who has been confronted by nothing more than a bowl of peaches? But now I understand fear like no other. I now no longer find amusement in the terror of others, no matter how illogical.The Idol4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, let me tell you the story of why the sound of wind whistling through the trees in Autumn strikes me with a fear so immense that I can do little more than shake uncontrollably.
A good friend of mine, a young and upcoming anthropologist by the name of Henry Byrne, contacted me eight weeks ago. Though he refused to go into details, he excitedly explained t