angelsangels11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can see angels,
and they're crying as they're watching over me
they're crying for the girl i used to be...
so sweet and lovely....
they are my angels,
they're watching every move i ever make,
they're watching every step i ever take
they're watching me...
they're guarding over me....
gone are those angels,
after sfeeling all my hurt and all my pain,
they've left me all alone once again
they couldn't take it...
knowing that i was dead inside, i wouldn't make it...
Decay, My Darling1.Decay, My Darling8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was a dumbstruck wasteland,
a falling fast meteorite; Stuck in
the endless muck of tragedy. She craved
a stable boy, not an insane, topsy
turvy boy, but that was childish,
Silly and naive. She fluttered
her eyelashes, she showed off
her teeth, her tiny legs,
her soft bare feet.
She fell into the swimminghole;
they found her there, naked,
floating. Her mouth was open,
as if she were breathing.
On coming closer, they knew she
At the funeral, her eyelashes had
been dusted with glitter. Her body
had never looked so lissome, I had
thought she would have appeared
stiff, and strange. I whispered
Into her wisps of hair,
I whispered, and pretended
Love SoundsLove Sounds6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Mama?" A tiny voice slipped quietly through the room. Between her and the woman in the bed an impenetrable forest of metal stands, tubes and blinking machinery stood guard.
"Come in sweetheart, it's alright." Her mother's voice warmed the space, shushing the noisy equipment. "Mama's alright baby, come see me."
Clad in a pink dress and knee socks, the girl of no more than five years bravely stepped away from the safety of the door frame. Big blue eyes focused and fixed on her mother lying in the hospital bed, and her legs carried her along that line of focus until she could reach out and touch her hand.
"There, there, Mama's all better now." She held her daughter's hand gently, but firmly. "The doctors made me all better. Come. Climb up here and cuddle with me." She tried her best not to wince, shuffling a little to one side to make room. She held her one arm away so her daughter wouldn't become tangled in the web of cords snaking away from her body.
The girl climbed cautiously up the
I have loved you...---I have loved you...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In another time, I may have been your late night
confessionary, a Parisian whore to your
gentle hands and overwhelming needs. I could see us
loving each other without knowing names.
We are at times both romantic enough, and tragic
enough, for that.
And if I was not full of sin enough
to beckon your fingers to my skin, perhaps I
was only a girl you met for
un café au lait. You laid
your hand over mine beneath autumnal arbres, and we
made small talk about the world. Perhaps;
we are masters at making love with strangers. And you
peu importe. Je sais que je t'ai touché, dune
All I Need - Chapter OneI don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of its characters.All I Need - Chapter One8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Where All of This Started
The first morning rays of the sun were descending upon the city of Ba Sing Se. The banished prince of the Fire Nation woke up in the house that was situated in the lower ring of the earth kingdom's capital.
When Zuko walked out of his room, he found his uncle sitting by the table with a cup of cold tea. You havent drunk your tea. He stated with a raised brow, bringing the old man out of his thoughts.
Oh youre awake! Yes, its really a sad sight, isnt it? He answered, while peeking down at it before making a small smile. Ill heat it up once weve talked.
The young bender sat down next to him and looked at him worrying. Did you sleep? You look tired
I am tired but its not what I wanted to talk about. He hesitated for a moment and looked up from his tea to his nephew.
Judas IscariotJudas Iscariot6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me kiss those lips
so good at stirring up dissent
among the rabble
and keeping dull clerics
on their toes
with nimble questions
that try my patience
and drive strong men to drink,
like how many angels can sit on a pin head
or how do you shove a fat guy
through the eye of a needle?
Turn my water into wine
and stun the crowd
with your miracle of choice.
Maybe the Lazarus trick
where you cheat death
and then appear on a grilled cheese sandwich
to housewives in Hoboken -
one last shell game
from the carpenter who would be king
and start a revolution.
You see, I have a plane to catch
(30 pieces of silver won't get ya far these days)
A one way ticket to the promised land;
but before I go, I need to know
Are we good?
Sasuke's SakuraIt is dark.Sasuke's Sakura8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say I am within the darkness.
Is that really so?
I dont believe Im in the darkness,
But I have crossed a line
Onto the path that I will forever tread.
Do you think Ive lost all hope?
I think you cant see me clearly.
You cant see me as I am now;
Only as who I was before.
I have passed all expectations
And left the place I had in life behind me.
Do you see where I have gone?
Once more do I walk this path
Through Flame and Shadow once again.
I passed beyond all hope, they say.
Is that really so?
I have no need for hope from them
Or even for hope at all.
I need my strength and skill and speed
This one time, I have what I need
My hate has feed of all this time,
And at last, I have my chance.
They say Im within the darkness.
That may be the case,
But I dont believe so.
Ive found my own way outside
But the light is far behind me.
I walk into my place
And there, I find my last stand.
I am not within the darkness
Because the darkn
AC-Prototype: RooftopAC-Prototype: Rooftop4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wafts of smoke lifted from the glowing end of Desmond Miles' cigarette.
He stared at the floating tendrils, content to watch them drift up to the starry sky above.
Desmond sighed, curling forward to wrap his arms around his raised knees. He stared down at the bright city below him from the rooftops, frowning in thought.
The man looked tired, worn out. His eyes had small, dark bags underneath them. Small lines appeared around his mouth, mostly from his constant frowning. He inhaled on the small cancer stick, breathing out a cloud of white smoke. He had picked up smoking ever since...
He closed his eyes, looking as if he was in pain.
He could still see her face, see the shock and pain in her eyes. He was frozen, feeling the body-heat of her midsection as his blade had run her through, feeling the cold pulse of the golden artifact in his palm. They had both collapsed to the cold floor, him still staring in her eyes. He crawled toward her desperately, holding her face in his hands, ignorin
i breathe..I breathe, diei breathe..7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And when I sleep I dream, death
To find you gone, alone
This is a cage, trapped
And it makes no sense, i don't mind
It's become a haven, my imagination
I'm in love, invisible
I'm falling.. for you, wasted
I won't move for the world, determind
Am I losing it?, beauty
I am worth, nothing
And you touch, guilt
I fly, fall
And cry, drown
My dreams are useless, my life
Go away, i need you
Don't leave, hate
I'll wish for it, broken
I forget, tell me again
Missing for days, hiding
And I'm not like you, it hurts
Too far from you, i'll stay
Back to the start, when did it begin
If you were gay... +AkuRoku+If you were gay...If you were gay... +AkuRoku+8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Roxas was reading one his favourite book on this perfect afternoon, alone… Glad to have no "roommate" to bother him. "How could it get any better than this?" He thought happily. But then door slammed open and a cheerfully red-head got in.
"Oh! Hi!! Roxas!" Axel said enthusiast of seeing the blonde reading in the corner.
"Hi, Axel…" He answered lazily, sighing.
"Hey, guess what happened to me on the subway this morning! This guy was smiling at me and talking to me~..!" Axel said almost like singing.
"Wow… That's very interesting Axx…" Roxas said uninterested, trying to read his book.
"He was being real friendly, and I think he was coming on to me. I think he might've thought "I" was gay!" He said like if it was impossible.
Roxas stared at him sceptical and coughed, a bit uncomfortable.
"Ahem, so, uh, why are you telling me this? Why should I care? I don't care! Huh… What did you have for lunch today?" He said rapidly and bluntly.
"Oh, you don't have to get all defensi
Little Miss Glitch and Pumpkin HeadThe glitch.Little Miss Glitch and Pumpkin Head2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
For as long as he can remember, the residents of Sugar Rush were never overly fond of her, more or less, saw her as their equal. To them, Vanellope Von Schweetz was nothing but trouble to the citizens, the racers and the whole game. As Taffyta once said, she's just an accident just waiting to happen.
Wherever she went, no one would ever want to be associated with a mess such as her. She was treated like a plague that everyone just had to turn away from upon first glance, seen as an evil speck that had ever existed and known to be the lowliest code.
She's been treated badly by the racers, more particularly Taffyta and her wingmen – Candlehead and Rancis. Oftentimes, they'd get back-up from a few racers. At times, they'd try and run her down with their go-karts, they'd call her names, be pushed around or be beaten up by them. Even when she was only trying to befriend them, they'd turn her down and make a mockery of her.
Wherever she went, trouble was said to soon to fol
lightning storm."did you feel that?" you murmured,lightning storm.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sending goosebumps crawling down
my skin. "feel what?" but i knew
exactly what you meant.
the shock; the current
"i'm scared of lightning."
"you're crazy," you laughed. i love your
laugh. "no i'm not, i'm just happy; free."
i danced barefoot in the grass, arms
stretched out and feeling the warmth
of the sun
one more time.
"will you teach me? i don't think i know
how to be free," your smile faltered just
a little bit.
and so little by little i taught you how to be
free, how to live. and i saw you smile
more and more.
"can you keep a secret?" you didn't need
to ask; you already knew my answer. "of
course." you looked at me with your sincere
green eyes that i so often got lost in.
"i love you. more th
Black and bluethis is theBlack and blue6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I still love him syndrome"
he's like poison to your lungs, but you'd breathe him in any chance you get
He broke your heart and it hurt like scraped knee's and peroxide, but
you'd give him your heart again if he ever offered to take it, even if he told you
he'd only be dropping it
from the rooftops, the height of your love for him.
Break you all over again.
and that was the
"He still hates you syndrome."
Let Me Down GentlyI never said I was an angel,Let Me Down Gently3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a feather on its wing,
so when you let me drift
on the next western current,
let me fall slowly down,
I promise I'll land softly,
though you will not find me
where you left me.
A KissA glistening tearA Kiss7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rolls down the cheek;
Eyes gleam, wet
And knees shake, weak.
The softest sigh
Warm on the face;
In deep embrace.
A perfect smile
On lips that part;
Grow closer as
Love grips the heart.
The tiny pulse
That beats with thrill;
In tender chill.
A single kiss;
And time stands still.
Poetry,She is stardust leaving sweet bonesPoetry,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her wake. A trail of poetic destruction
conceived in verse--answering questions
with kisses. There is a hunger in her
freckled constellations, like spider webs
woven together with golden thread.
Like the wild roses she braids in her hair:
She walks backboned and head held high;
the strongest of letters on a page
left to rest in your mouth.
just realign our hearts pleaseThis is me meeting you more than four years ago.just realign our hearts please6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The weather was colder than it should have been with furls of wind wrapping around us. Those stubborn gusts had picked up a multi-chromatic array of leaves and tiny particles of dust, which whipped around making the whole world glitter. Your hands were in your pockets but your eyes never left my face. It was a Saturday and I was chewing my lip, trying to figure out what was playing behind all this silence. Shutting my eyes tightly, I rearranged a mess of thoughts to align our heartbeats. Standing on tiptoes, I felt your breath sweep across my face and our lips meet in the middle. I kept hoping we could fit.
This is me swallowing the ocean just to breathe.
Around us, everything is falling down and there's water flooding the floorboards and the cracks between our fingers where our hands no longer fit together. There is a lifetime of unspoken words echoing between us and the sound waves are crashing together and colliding in the air above u
Old MemoriesIt's from the past that we learn from our mistakes.Old Memories9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It's the past that shows us which road to take and why.
It's the past that controls us all.
The Woman Who Loves... Some things you expect less than others. I did not expect this to be her answers to my questions. A week goes by. Her half of the sofa still sits untouched, like a shrine. There is her throw pillow with the silk case that I never liked because my head would slip around on it too much, propped up against the back. There is the flannel blanket with the cartoon monkeys that she kept folded up there for when her feet got cold, which was most evenings, was still draped over the back corner. There is the blue notebook that she left me, resting on the right armrest that she would use as a desk to write on at night. The right had been her side, the left was my side. Our feet usually met in the middle or she would come to my side to lie against me.The Woman Who Loves...5 years ago in General More Like This
I am sitting on my half watching TV, the Discovery channel. They are talking about the dimensions of space, which aren't three like we were told growing up but could be as many as eleven, woven together
Defaced HopeChildren smashed to pieces like toys,Defaced Hope6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
flying forward down the sullen road of masked faces,
bitterly defaced smiles of hope,
diverged from the normal a victory thats like a rope,
tying them down, bearing onto them
spasms of hate,
and spasms of fear...
Almost like a soul too crashed
to be either an angel,
or a demon.
Even within their passive sense of mutuality,
theyre unable to adapt,
unable to learn,
unable to live
with just that one hand reaching forward to help,
when they - within themselves -
crawl back to the shadows and yelp.
Love Is A MirrorLove is a mirror,Love Is A Mirror6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the feelings reflected.
Move in one way,
The same is expected.
Slowly give way to the wonderful illusion.
Fall deeply into the swirling confusion.
It opens your mind,
And softly, you think,
"It's so wonderful when
Everything moves in sync."
It captures the beauty, creates the twinkle in your eye.
It holds no secrets and reveals every lie.
It spins your world around until
you see it from a different view.
Everything is clearly vivid,
With more color and brighter hue.
It frames the feeling, the magic, and the mind.
All things are together, bound, entwined.
Display your imperfections, fear nothing at all.
It may seem distorted, but it lets nothing fall.
Love is a mirror, and in it, everything will shine.
It is magical, fantastic, and absolutely divine.