The FlyThere was a dead fly in my bath.The Fly6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I did not like this much because it meant that I would have to scoop it out with my bare hands and it might've touched me, which would've been even worse, because it could have been hoarding around a whole list of deadly diseases and who knows what else.
Hello, it said, as though surprised to see me.
Hello, I replied, eying it.
I'm dying, it said.
I know, I mumbled. I'm sorry. (What else could I say?)
It's not a good way to go, it continued. Drowning, that is. In fact, it's rather terrible.
I nodded patiently. These were, after all, its last words, and I thought I ought to pay respect to it. All things great and small, and all that.
You see, it said, once the water seeps into your lungs, you start coughing, and then you can't get it out, so you're sick. Now, not that I'm unaccustomed to being sick actually, I do it quite a bit but it's never a pleasant experience, especially when you're dying. Anyway, after you're sick, you choke on that a
PersonificationIt is dark... It is always dark... I haven't seen the light of day in what feels like an eternity. I can't even remember when exactly she stopped playing with me.. It was a very long time ago is all that I can tell you. In this eternal darkness all that I have are memories of childhood joy when she used to dress me in little pretty dresses adorned with lace, or whenever she used to brush my long silky hair.. But those days are now past.. Only memories remain... The memories make the air cold and leave a weight on the soul. They haunt this never ending darkness only to torture me with the dismal reminders of happier days.Personification6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
...Did you hear that? I heard a noise..
I saw light flood through the cracks of my tomb and then.... The lid opened and there was a face.... The face of the little girl who abandoned me to grow up...
She reached in and and picked me up carefully like I was a priceless treasure and put me in the hands of a eager little girl. "She used to be mine when I was young." I hea
CalamitySave me from my own calamity,Calamity6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's eating up my sanity.
They found me on the bathroom floor,
I just can't see straight anymore.
This pounding in my ears
Is sounding out my fears.
My hands begin to tremble
As I try to reassemble
All the words you didn't even say
I heard them clearly anyway.
Maybe this is for the best,
Or maybe just... a clever jest.
I've put my heart up on a shelf,
I can't get it back all by myself.
No one left to take it down,
Or here to save me when I drown.
Tears just fall like acid rain,
Burning holes into my brain.
Blotting out my memory
And tearing down my armory.
I am my own calamity,
I'll waste away my sanity,
Drink it up until it's gone,
Time to put my mask back on.
None will know about the pain,
I'll stand alone out in the rain.
Broken shelter, falling down,
All my defenses on the ground.
I can't hear... my heart is screaming.
I can't see, the tears are streaming
Around the clock, down to the floor,
Down the block and to your door.
Colors fall and fade away,
Days of the WeekIts Monday.Days of the Week6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dad promised to come over,
And he does,
Bringing me toys
As peace offerings.
Mom doesnt say anything
When he gives them to me, but I know
That she is going to criticize him
Once hes gone.
Dad is late.
Mom says he isnt going to come,
That he forgot all about it.
I dont believe her and wait.
He doesnt come.
Dad comes and apologizes.
Mom doesnt believe him.
They dont argue yet, but
Mom starts cooking dinner and
Dad tries to advise her.
Mom doesnt like it.
I pretend I dont hear their shouting.
Dad calls and says that he has work, so
He cant come over.
Mom doesnt believe him.
I try to believe him.
Dad promised to come over,
And he does,
Bringing me toys
As peace offerings.
I play the piano as he sits and
Eats noodles, slurping the soup
In the way that Mom doesnt like.
Im nervous and mess up.
Dad tells me to practice mor
X Just Friends XI love you so much,X Just Friends X6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my friend and once lover.
Oh, how I wish
we could be together!
My heart bleeds to tell you,
my mind screams out: "No!
If you ever did tell her,
then she would GO!
She wouldn't understand!
She couldn't, not ever!"
How could I feel this? Why must I love HER?
We were so happy with how we felt for each-other!
No, that's not true, it was SHE who happy.
Content just being Just Friends with Just Me.
I was in pain, every step of the way,
when she'd come to me,
and then she would say:
"Ive met a new guy,
come and see, come and see!"
I'd smile, and joke. "I'm happy" I'd play.
"You seem nice, treat her right,
or you'll pay." I would say.
If she's happy, I'm happy,
(for her, can't you see?),
cause I know, deep inside,
she could never love me.
Not for Us, not for We,
it can't ever be.
It's not right, it's not fair.
It's just life, it's just there.
There's no We, There's no Us.
No future, no hope.
No sweet tender moments,
no hurts I can hold.
There's Just Her, And Just Me,
Narrative PoemOut from the night and the shadows steps a figure,Narrative Poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody really knows his name for sure.
He wears a top hat and a cloak made of velvet,
The inside lined with the blood of innocents.
Whenever he walks the streets at night,
You better run in fright.
He doesn't care
Why you are there
He'll just rip the still beating heart from your chest!
You can try to run and hide in a place that you know best,
But it is useless and only gives him thrill,
And when he finds you the only thing you will feel is a chill.
And as the glint of his knife flashes in your eye,
You will see that everything you know is a lie!
ShatteredMemories are consumedShattered6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the long curling red
Ill be the one standing alone again
Break me away from this darkness
The words you speak
Those long, lost fatal words fading in the darkness
Following what you left inside in my soul
For you I cannot erase
What I ignore
Time stands for you
And I throw will this all away
Running away in the sin covered road
The clock ticks on the wall
Suppressed by the memories
Turning back time
So I can be left behind
ConfessionSasuke had been dragged out to lunch with his rival/best friend and after watching his friend slurp down the tenth bowl of ramen he decided it was time to leave, he paid and walked out from the stand. When he was almost at the bridge, where they usually met up, Naruto had noticed that he had left and had come running after him. After a small talk about lunch Naruto asked; "If I told you that I was in love, what would you say?"Confession7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Nice, who is the lucky one?" Sasuke answered nonchalant, not really wanting to hear the answer to that question.
"You" He let the word sink in for a second as he stopped mid step, slowly turning towards his friend not really sure if he had actually heard correctly, Naruto just stood there, with a big grin upon his face and he could feel the blood rushing up in his face.
"Priceless! Naruto exclaimed walking in a circle around him.
"Wha?" Sasuke asked blinking in surprise.
"Your face, if I only had a camera!"
"If I had a camera I would have made milli
Love You To Death: Chapter 20Love You To Death: Chapter 206 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Love You To Death
The Best Part of Two Days
I would apologize to any reader-unknown here, but I care for them and everything else very little right now. By apologize, I mean for my rough handwriting here.
Im in a rush you see.
Im leaving Harbinger House.
Michelangelo the Merciful.
You cant just leave!
What are you going to do?
We need you here, man.
I mean, where are you going to go?
They clattered down the stairs after him, all but Valentine, as he hauled his trunk and scythe downstairs. Helen darted under his arm and blocked the stairs for a moment.
Michelangelo, running away isnt going to fix anything. Were your family; we can only help you if youre here.
Sure it will help to get away. Why wouldnt it help? he replied, pushing her against the banister and out of the way.
He got to the front door.
Michelangelo! Lucifers voice echoed
pauseBut I turned around, and it was gone.pause7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feelings that you’ve had before and never seem able to explain. Just when you think you know where you stand – in the middle of the day, it hits you like a brick thrown at your head.
Suddenly, you’re out on the streets again…
They’ve played enough with you – now they’re getting bored …
I’m trying desperately to remember when…
None of this seemed to matter…
Then you tell yourself that this is just a bump in the road – you’ll soon look back on today like a lesson, and embrace tomorrow like a winner. The anxiety won’t last; the depression will soon pass.
But I turned around, and it was gone.
I’m outside again… back inside, life goes on. I was
In Memory.It's all for you,In Memory.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd give it all up,
Just to have you here,
Hold you so close to me just one last time.
I would take every single star in the sky,
Every ray of sun that shines,
Every gentle winter whisper,
Just to hear your voice,
Feel your touch,
See you smile,
Just one last time.
Today a year has passed,
Since you graced our presence,
And filled our hearts.
Hundreds of balloons to fill the sky,
Just to know that you're smiling down upon the world.
It's all for you.
CH 56: TakenCH 56: Taken3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The estate was deathly quiet when he made his way up the stairs. "Champion?" he questioned as he quietly pushed her bedroom door open. Looking in he could see the room was vacant. The bed looked as though it hadn't been touched. Where is she? he thought as he turned back around and made his way back down the stairs, pausing to peek into the study. There she was, sitting on the floor. Her legs curled off to the side, her hands were resting on two different tomes as if she was comparing information. She was leaned back onto a chair with her head resting on the small cushion.
What has she been doing? That doesn't look comfortable he thought as he made his way over to her side. Silently he knelt down beside her and looked down at the array of books lying open around her. Lyrium? Blood Magic? Healing? What is she up to? he thought curiously.
"Champion?" he whispered as he slowly reached for her shoulder. Quickly he retracted his arm as he saw her expression chang
Daddy Does Sign LanguageDaddy Does Sign Language10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
DADDY DOES SIGN LANGUAGE
By Rachel Alysson Hart
One day as My Dad went into the Store,
For a Man he Held Open the Door
The Man was on His Cell Phone
So Daddy went On
And the Man said, "What the Hell was That For?!"
Daddy Touched His Chin, His Chest,
And His Palm
And the Man's Expression then Became Calm
"I'm Sorry," He said, "I Didn't Know...You..."
"Don't be Such a Jerk," Daddy said,
"You Never Know Who you Might Run Into."
Three CoincidencesLet's talk.Three Coincidences6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We never talk anymore.
We can swap souls and daydreams.
Mine are precious to me,
You can have them as a gift.
Yours are mysterious,
I want to know more.
We should be going somewhere.
Our feet may ache with stubborness.
Mine worn out and sore,
From waiting at windows.
Yours wrapped in trainers,
Tired and practical.
The world comes and goes.
But we can sit and watch and wait.
I'll lean back in your arms,
They'll fit perfectly.
You'll hold on,
Or at least, I hope you would.
Damaged AngelDamaged Angel6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was told she was ulgy,
thw words stabbing through her destroyed self-confidence,
letting her personality bleed out, and losing all self-worth,
alone in a world full of judgement.
The pain to walk into a room,
where nobody wanted you,
was often too much for her to take,
she would do anything to escape,
the hate, fear and rejection of it all.
Not existing to others simply drove her mad,
as one once said that no man is an island.
Look at the tears hitting her face like a torrential rainstorm.
everyone walking by,
not giving her the time of day.
She walks with a broken spirit,
just going throught the motions,
couting down each moment,
until she can run to her room,
and find comfort in her tender pillows,
drenching them with tears.
How much longer she wonders,
will her torment last?
When will her pain end?
All she really needs is a friend,
one to hold her hand and dry her many tears up.
will that friend come?
She wears a mask of spirit and joy,
so her family won't know,
the pain she fac
Summer Lovin'I see you watch herSummer Lovin'6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking so gracefully
One carefully step after another
Her hair blowing softly in the ocean breeze
She's like a ballerina, tall and slender
She watches her feet
Not noticing you
You and I both see her drop something into the sand
Instantly, you jump up and hand it to her
She looks up at you with her big brown eyes
And flashes you a perfect smile, even and white
She thanks you in the sweetest voice
I study your motions carefully
and smirk as you stumble over your own feet
She blushes as you compliment her
You're stumbling over you words also
It's somehow adorable to watch
You call my name and yell to me,
"I'll be back in a few, alright?"
I slowly nod my head and reply
"Sure, just be back by dinner."
You leave me sitting in the warm sand
And I can't help but to smile as I watch
You walk awkwardly next to the crashing waves
I can tell by the way she looks at you
She thinks you're perfect
And though you've only just met her
I've got the feeling deep down inside
TimeThere were times when I wondered why the two of us spent so much time together as we did, there were so many things I could have done during those hours I spent doing nothing with you, just sitting on your porch looking out at your back garden, sipping on some coffee or tea, not doing anything in particular, just sitting there watching.Time6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Sam! Hey Sam!” I turned around, watching you run down the hall waving some piece of paper in your hand, you grabbed my arm, panting. “I got in!” You shoved the piece of paper in my face; taking it I read that you had in fact gotten accepted to the school. “Now we’ll go to the same school!” I gave you a short smile, got my books for the next class and listened to you rant about all the things we would do next term, in our new school as we walked to the next class. Though I couldn’t figure the reason why you had chosen that school, when you could have entered a better one with your grades, but you had ju
Ch. 1 Just a Regular SaturdaySummary - What would happen if a normal girl who works at a fast food restaurant meets a famous singer from the Asian band DBSK (or also known as TVXQ)? This is my first story so please read & tell me what you think!Ch. 1 Just a Regular Saturday7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Disclaimer: The big argument & DBSK are not mine. The DBSK is real & the argument belongs to one of their dramas
Chapter 1 - Just a Regular Saturday
It was a regular Saturday as I awoke and lazily got dressed in my pathetic striped work uniform and duck-like hat. Looking at the clock, I found myself two hours late for work againnot a good way to start the New Year. After feeding the dog food from a random brown bag on the kitchen counter, I quickly scrambled outside and locked the door. It was 11:05 AM.
I finally reached workWcDonalds. Yeah, p
The Marching BandThe Marching BandThe Marching Band12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moisture evaporates in waves from the grass
As drummers throw their mallets in a flash
The loud chords of the show music echo from the brass
The colour guard run for their flags in an alarming dash
The band directors relieve us with a break
But to us, ten minutes seem agonizingly short
The rookies passed out on the sidelines are difficult to wake
When the squad leaders call us to attention, we want nothing of the sort
The only thing that keeps us going is our pride
And rarely does the school system ever lend a hand
To the athletics teams, we are the obscure side
But we are the many...
The marching band
LucyLucyLucy6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know its not what you want to hear beautiful girl but you have to leave. You cant pretend that the good makes up for the bad. You cant just hope he will never hit you. Dont give him that chance; dont wait until it happens my sweet. You have to leave him.
Ignore the ache. Its superficial. You have to believe in your strength. You managed without him and you can do the same once you leave. The ache is of familiarity and it will fade.
Depend on me always. I really do love you and I will help you as long as you want it. I depend on you ..though you might not realise it. You make me feel needed, wanted.
Yours for my eternity
I'm Pregnant Aru! Ch.4 a Hetalia RussiaxNyoChinaI'm Pregnant Aru! Ch.4 a Hetalia RussiaxNyoChina1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Hey guys and gals back with another one! The moment you all been waiting for the results of the pregnancy tests and also the father of Belarus child is revealed! Anyways without further ado enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!
Russia is just arriving home to give his wife the pregnancy test, He walks in to smelt the sound of vomit which is coming from the bathroom.
Russia sighs to himself before saying "Oh man I don't even think we need to take the test now"
Russia walks into the bathroom to see China bent over in the toilet vomiting.
"Hey honey having fun?" jokes Russia as he walks in
China lifts her head to see Russia walking in
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M HAVING FU-" snaps China who drops her face back in to throw up some more
[5 mins later]
"Wow what happened?" asks Russia
"I was drinking some water aru" says China "And all of a sudden I had to rush to the bathroom to throw up"
"Well" says Russia who gives h
GlassI always laugh when you refer to me as glass.Glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not just because of the way you say it,
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.
Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.
Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.
Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.
Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.
I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.
No, my love,
I was never glass. (Despite my fragility)
Call me granite or clay or chalk
and be done with me.