Catch You :Denmark:He was ready for another night out.Catch You :Denmark:3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So was she.
Armed with her camera, [Name] followed the Dane's every move, clicking here and there. She really did need some new photos of him.
Throwing her camera into her jacket pocket, she crept up to him, walking her fingers across his shoulder.
He froze, the smile on his face disappearing as quickly as it came. The girl who he had been flirting with just seconds ago stared at [Name] spellbound. He knew very well who it was. He could feel her, smiling, her smile burning into his back.
"[N-Name]" he breathed out, shakily. "Fancy seeing you here."
"Yes, what a surprise." Her sweet voice sent a shiver down his back.
Both knew it wasn't a coincidence.
[Name] leant down, her warm breath in his ear sending chills down his back.
"You should've gotten that restraining order when you had the chance"
~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Come on baby, when will you see
That you and I we
All Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the Coast11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The weather ballons have shut down
out of boredom. The sky is the exact opposite
of an exploded circus. I'm feeling let down,
thinking I would miss you more.
Puddles are even leaving town
in search of something more famous to reflect.
I could go for a walk through the streets
you've left behind but I know they will someday
open up, swallow everyone who trusted them.
I think I will stay inside instead
and rummage through empty wine bottles,
hoping to disturb some hungover genie
and ask him if he's ever had any wishes of his own,
maybe a pleasant sunny day to himself
on top of a water tower,
some grapes and cheese to nibble on
while he calculates the chance
that it will never rain again,
then writes it across the sky
in a language no one understands.
I am not my illness. I am not my illness.I am not my illness.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I've had depression for three years, and I used to hate the way my illness had changed me. I thought I could never be the girl I used to be. But my psychologist helped me to see that my illness can never change the inner me. In the end, I will have changed I will be stronger for this battle but my central values and the things that make me 'me' will always remain the same.
I am not my illness.
I have schizophrenia. People call me crazy, and avoid me, because I hear voices and talk to them. Maybe I am crazy sometimes, when I have an episode. But I'm not always crazy. I may be schizophrenic, but schizophrenic is not all I am.
I am not my illness.
The girls at school all tease me because I always stutter when I talk, and sometimes I try to speak but my mouth can't form the words. They call me retarded, dumb. I've never really had any real friends, all because I have autis
FalseFalseFalse6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Locked and closed, secured from view,
all cramped and overcrowded too,
the last boxes of our marriage.
Tested and tried for all these years
shed the inhibitions and the tears
so sorry if this institution, I disparage.
All those cuddles and intimate times
all those poems and heartfelt rhymes
all of it just a waste of time.
false of thought and word and deeds
false at caring about your many needs
This was all an awful crime.
MotherMy mother is a falling star. Leaving all that is golden about her in her trail until she is nothing but blackness, or maybe a grey rock that crashes through a window and into someone's loft.Mother8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
She was the bubbling youth, all the freshness of spring and attractiveness of summer molded into a human being. At least that's how I remember her. It's not how my siblings will. They might treasure memories of dinners and bed-time stories the way I treasure the memory of girl's night out with the daughter in tow.
I always found falling stars sad. Bleeding out all their glitter on the way down to rock hard ground. Going from something I always imagined to be a warm glow to something harder, more weathered, more enduring.
My mother wears rhinestones in her hair and silk blouses to work. As if they would lend her some of their shine, because she has lost all of hers. She has started receiving guests in a white jumper from eighty-two and orange trainers; the woman that raised me would never have.
citrus love affaircitrus love affair13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Citrus Love Affair
electric impulses shooting up and down,
with citrus obstructions near and around,
cautiously watching, waiting a senseless moment,
to intensify the logically disabled thinking box.
the moment, reckless like lovers parting night,
open to opportunities, like an agent views the sunrise,
passion growing, electric energy and stormy reflexes,
so fast, to draw feathers off a flickering wild bird.
cross stood she. a million miles approximately,
could see the future our life in that mere +5 sight.
one step forward. two steps backwards.
each seemed like an endless voyage.
oddly tucking in my oddly tucked out shirt,
running fingers though my hair; maybe the last time,
her loss could bald me faster than the Sargent's saloon.
maybe i'd pull off that bald sexy look.
it unimaginable, the charge in my body,
the sudden rush of courage,
taunting death, as i would call it,
taking one final step,
walked upto her.
confessing my citrus love affair.
Spoke the shadowYou're so pretty, go whore out your youthSpoke the shadow7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
be silent, feed them your life piecemeal
make them feel less, and oh no, not your fault,
not your fault they have eyes, ear, feelings.
It's painful being you, I know, I'm so sorry
that it takes whole days for you to find a new beau
I'm sorry that my life looks like shit to you.
Ignore all the people that talk to you,
it's how it's done, it's what they do
the movie stars
the chosen few
You just have to admit that you don't care
one day you're going to be a decrepit twenty something
and your scared, that your life, your piss weak philosophy,
are just filled with air. And they are.
Go whore out your youth
Blog your life
It's just more proof that your fading
and making others feel like shit while you do it.
Tired. Tired of this rhyming without purpose
tired of all the lines I must rehearse
In a world that's not going anywhere
In a life that's steadily getting worse.
Tired. That these th
the blindthe gardensthe blind4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stretch their green arms toward the fields
like a river passing the torch
to the great blue of the ocean.
steady now, the hyacinths lean north
like an army of men, listening
to a young boy and girl speaking of love
as if they have found some sort of treasure.
it is the first day of spring to them:
the flowers stand, salute the sky,
and blossom as if undressing,
vulnerable but stern.
and as the blind dream
of what they have never seen, you dream
of what you have never allowed yourself to see.
umbrellasI.umbrellas10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A boy putters in the hotel
by a single thread of duty--
it is wound
twice around the doorknob,
pulls taut at his wrist.
Recede through the keyhole,
and his keepers are weary,
sprawled like dead
leaves on bedspreads,
A small girl wails, maybe three,
her teethy pitch escalating
In the rented night,
her last cry strangles,
undone by hands
A forty-foot red curtain separates us
from the amphibious stage.
At the cirque du soleil
(i squint to see the sun),
clowns chase leaks
with patchy umbrellas.
This is a present, a moment
like a birthday. But
i do not know my father's age--
in rows of rivets, well-provided
and well-dressed, we spring
Chuckling at clowns,
They all wear flower-
i am nothing
i will invest
in an umbrella
to grow up.
fireflyfirefly6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think you are the firefly boy.
You are the one to hover and hang in the air on dark summer nights
When the sky is at war and little lightning whips crackle themselves across its back.
Someone like you needs light but is always left in the dark.
And the mirror is a blinding fight
When you stand beside the sun
I hear that love, it falls together
But you are one who needs to share a lamp,
Or you won't see the light at all.
Even when the clouds hang above you
And they crash like tidal waves in your eyes.
And the trees that you can't climb reach out to the heavens
Their trunks, so dark through the frame of your eyes
Like midnight ink flying upward.
You hang in the night
Like jewels out of my ear.
I'm not a doctor, but I know a skeleton when I see one.
I guess- I guess you're not the prince this time.
+Made For You 12A - BL+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+Made For You 12A - BL+7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Warning: Contains Boys Love and vulgar language.
Chapter 12: Carefree Burdens (Part A)
The seat was empty.
At first, Elliot couldnt believe it. They were into the third month of the school year, and up until that day, that seat had never been empty. It was always filled. Always. When hed entered second period, his eyes had automatically drifted to that one seat, like always
And it was empty.
Elliots breath caught in his throat, trapped. He never once thought that guilt could live for so long, completely parasitic. With each step he took, he felt heavier, every motion requiring much more energy than he thought he could give. He couldnt tear his eyes from that seat, no matter how terribly the guilt writhed and squirmed inside, pushing and pressing, persistent with its diseased existence.
He couldnt believe that just two days ago, during the sunny hours of the mid-afternoon, hed heard her voice over
Together At LastKatara, are you ready? Sokka knocked on her door. He knew today of all days was going to be rough for her. Iroh is waiting for us. He added after he heard nothing.Together At Last7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Im coming. She sighed. Iroh had been so kind to them, her especially since the war ended. A year since the end and her heart still ached for her love. She missed him so.
As they walked down the halls in the Fire Nation, Katara remembered the last time she saw Zuko. A smile was brought to her face. A smile she hadnt had in a long time.
It was the day before the real invasion. Zuko and Katara lay out enjoying their last day of peace before the invasion. He fiddled with her necklace. She giggled whenever he touched her neck.
Im going to make you one of these. He smiled.
You are? She raised an eyebrow. Did he know what he was saying? Do you know what it means?
Yes. He nodded. Your father told me. I have to carve one for
Subdued CryThe blooming curvy lines on people's smiling lipsSubdued Cry7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
make my small mind wonder of how happy they can be,
or what things that make their faces look so sunny.
Have they.... ever had, any sadness sips
in their same red hearts so deep...?
Sometimes I wish I could look bright and happy
always, without trying so hard and feeling so empty.
When I see a cheer-up crowd laughing loud
I can never fail to watch them, getting lonely,
remember the love that seems never come to me.
Are they for real? or are they trying to shroud
their ugly pasts in a hillarious sough...?
Sometimes I wish I could say something so nicely
always, not just to make you still love me.
I smell roasted bread from a family window
thinking, what a lovely mom they must have,
what some heavenly things that make me crave.
Could it be...that my existence is so low
that I shall not protest, I just have to swallow?
Sometimes I wish I could offer more kindness
always, not because to show I ain't so heartless.
This long winding road lead
you in your mouthi am curious about youyou in your mouth7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of course, i'd like
to know how many sugars
if any, i think i'd like
to know how well
done. but i'm not sure
of course, if i should be
curious (or otherwise)
if it is indecent
of me to speculate
ponder how much milk
wonder what textures
maybe i should wait
for the situation
to present itself
rather than spend
these days thinking
SuicideMy dreams fall,Suicide10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my life is shattered,
into the glass of life.
I got the rope,
i have the chair,
now the only thing i need is hope.
Now I sit down
washing my fears away,
re-thinking of what is gonna happen.
Will they miss me,
will they even care,
will they know that I'm even gone?
I know it now,
what i must do,
what lies in store for me,
They never loved me,
they always picked on me,
so why would they care?
now i wipe my tears away,
slicing my wrist,
wincing in pain.
I stand on a chair,
Re-thinking of it all,
Now glad what i am doing.
Putt the rope around my neck,
wipe my tears of fear away,
kicking the chair away.
Now i hang,
my body lifeless,
knowing i have done the right thing.
They never cared,
the ones who did,
never showed emotion.
Now i am somewhere,
where people actually care,
that's why i have done,
Surat ke.4Saya memeluk dan mencium diri sendiri. Dia layaknya seorang saya, hanya saja berbeda kelamin, garis hidup dan bau saja. Saya ber-tremor ria rasakan hangat badannya. Iya, badannya selalu hangat. Saya gemetar namun senang, nafas saya berat, tidak sesak namun saya berkeringat. Sejenak semua terasa ringan, ringan seperti kapas putih sesejuk nafasmu, yang kemudian perlahan mulai merayap ke leher saya yang kau klaim dan rasa bahwa itu adalah rahang kasar saya, jeda 3menit kau mulai statis diam dan setelah itu hanya nafasmu yang seakan berbicara muntahkan tembang senjakala. Dan saya mulai coba berpikir tuk masukkan sedikit sari tebu dalam kopi saya, kopi jambi tentunya, ahh.. bukan begitu bu?Surat ke.47 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Seketika semua kembali ke kosong, saya semakin kerdil dalam tanda tanya besar dan saya menjadi sehampa nilai kosong yang saya rasa. O, Bapak nasib. O, Dzat pengasih. Saya bersyukur bukan hanya hanya saat berpagutan liur dengannya. Saya bersyukur bukan hanya saat saya baui punggungnya. Saya bersyukur hany
Ode to Public TransportationODE TO PUBLIC TRANSPORTATIONOde to Public Transportation7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh Public Transportation
How you fill my heart with fear
As I'm forced to sit in the back
By the drunken hobo vomiting beer
Lord knows its bad enough
He might be carrying STDs
But please, oh mighty God
Don't let him look this way and sneeze
He's probably part of the reason
The back smells oddly like piss
Oh shit, he's leaning on me.
THE BASTARD WANTS A KISS?
I leap ahead to the middle
Seeking refuge from the bum
But now there's something holding me.
Beautiful, I just stepped into week-old gum
At least I'm away from the rummy
But now I'm in for a treat
There's an annoying little bastard child
Kicking me behind the seat
Its times like this I wish
I paid my car loans on time
Now I gotta hear this kid
Bitch, scream, moan, and whine
Now I know that everyone
That rides the bus is not like this
But when judging by the quality on this bus
SOMETHING seems amiss?
That's right, its the old lady
With many a dollar store bag
The bus driver is just ignoring her
I bet her
DSK07: Love At First FlightDSK07: Love At First Flight7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Date: 19th June 2008
Game title: NiGHTS: Journey of Dreams
Soundtrack name: Sweeping Seashore (Track 27)
D.K.V.T.: Love At First Flight
Darkspeeds: Ever wondered how it feels to be soaring through the air, brushing through the seas and splash into a zone of infinity space where imagination becomes a reality?
Well let me share with you a little secret. All you have to do is dream a little dream and youll get there.
Hey! Hey! Come on now!
Lets take flight and feel the vibe!
Spread your wings, fly into the sky!
Theres no compromise when youre soaring through those clouds.
Feelin fine, never left behind!
I had a dream once that I will find my one true love
Then I saw you last night, I saw you smiling at me, I miss you baby.
I realise now that you are who Ive waited for.
Dont you ever forget the way you stared at me.
Come on now, magic is in the air!
Theres no doubt th
44443890a country road444438908 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is splotched and bruised
with autumn slush,
the remains are warm
and simmer patiently -
in the distance,
a cluster of geese
I Once Knew a Man"I Once Knew a Man"I Once Knew a Man7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Set to the "Super Smash Bros Brawl Main Theme"
original lyrics by Joseph Blanchette
I once knew a man,
Who was brave and true,
Righted every wrong,
How I wanted to be him.
Dreams of a man,
Who never given in,
Fought for all that's pure,
A long time ago.
But as the hourglass forever drains,
The brightness of that soul burns nevermore.
Dreams from another age,
Call out to comfort me,
But I cannot hear the voices anymore.
Alone with the thoughts that I hold.
I hear a voice inside
call "Where has my hero gone?
Why did he leave?
I really would like to see him before I go."
What has befallen me?
Selfish and blind,
Maybe you shall see that man again.