It Sears My SoulWhispers gathered around me
Hiding amongst the trees and the tall buildings
The wind carried their weeping thoughts to my ears
And my heart sank lower and lower
Til I could feel the rhythm of my life
In the souls of my shoes
The air weighed like steel on my head
That I believed my spine was sure to crack
I knew everyone heard the latest news
My father's condition was nowhere near alive
My mother's committed crimes were delusional
I had to be the adult in the house
Tell them that if they didn't stop
I'd break them up.
I didn't know it could be this far apart.
Mother held that six shooter like it was her last resort
Bang, bang, bang
Momma missed, but Dad was definitely on the run
I ran up the stairs to look for a phone
They seemed endless and unfamiliar
I kept tripping as I heard
The crashing of dishes
The thrashing of furniture
Being toppled to stop the beast
That possessed my mommy's body
I kept spiraling up those hard oak steps
But I was beat by Mom three seconds too late
I screamed i
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
FlawedInsecurities.Flawed5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming at me,
clawing at every inch
of my body.
That little voice inside my head
sounding strangely like my own,
tearing me down,
from the inside.
Each hate-filled blow,
hits harder than the last.
Each self-inflicted cut,
hidden in shame,
nonexistent to the piercing eyes of others,
visible only in that lonely mirror reflection.
little dotted lines drawn
over every flawed bit of me.
Not pretty enough,
There is not a perfect inch
within my being.
Why can't I be beautiful?
-she seeks solace-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the crevices of her mind
because it's the only place
where innocence still remains;
and it is the only place
where she can think
without the corruption of the world plaguing her mind.
'Best Friend'You left me here,'Best Friend'9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alone in the cold.
I can almost see the wind blow.
It brings back memories,
memories of you.
The way you used to smile,
you know, back we were two.
three musketeers minus one, "best friends".
The warth of your hug,
and those silly jokes you told,
while trying to cheer me up, force one smile out of me.
I opened up to you, telling you everything.
& now thinking back I realize...
you told me nothing.
Nothing worth knowing, anyway.
Whatever happened? Did you just get bored?
I'm not always cheery, not always interesting,
but I thought best friends was more than that.
Maybe I was too eager,
eager to believe I finally had someone,
some to call my best friend.
you were the closest to it,
almost the closest I'd ever had.
now you're just every other "friend" in the hallway.
-you sometimes f o r g e t-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
who you really are
beneath the facade
— — because it is too painful
to acknowledge your sins.
Let Me DieLet me dieLet Me Die15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me die,
It hurts to live,
Let me die,
My soul to give.
I want to die,
Give me rest,
I don't want to try,
Just a bullet in the chest.
Every acrid breath makes sweet death,
Like the gentle touch of a lovers caress.
Let me die,
I beg you please,
Pain and disease
Are only a tease.
Give me a place,
Where I can be free,
Where demons wont chase,
And torture me
-i. the world would be a better place if-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
no longer existed
there is far too little time
to hold such bitterness in our hearts.
ii. the world would be a better place if
we found homes
in each other
home is where the heart is,
and my heart lies with you.
iii. the world would be a better place if
to believe in ourselves
it’s okay to fall
when you will rise once more.
iv. the world would be a better place if
the scars that adorn our bodies
in our flaws.
v. the world is a better place
because of your kindness
and everything you do.
Scarlet River P111 Riverpaw couldn’t see anything. All was silent and still, a floating void of emptiness. Relief washed over the brown she-cat, and she didn’t even attempt to call out. After everything that had happened in the last few days, and even in the last few hours, she couldn’t imagine a better place to be than in this black abyss.Scarlet River P1117 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Breathing in steadily, Riverpaw closed her eyes and let the silence wash through her, emptying her mind and allowing peace to seep into every corner of her being.
Then a voice spoke.
Riverpaw opened her eyes. The void was gone, replaced with the Greenleaf place. Forerunner stood before her, face as expressionless as always.
Riverpaw felt a wave of frustration push the peace away.
“Forerunner! Why-WHAT do you want?!” Riverpaw snapped. Why did her ancestor have to pull her from the black s
Scarlet River P104 Vilkas and Ava simply stood, waiting for the pack to arrive. Looking closer, Riverpaw saw that Ava’s claws were unsheathed, scraping against the rock. Her eyes were wide and staring, but her expression remained neutral.Scarlet River P1048 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The pack appeared, all wolves skidding to a halt when they saw the pile of debris. Riverpaw noticed that there were only nine wolves now. Where’s the tenth?
This observation was pushed to the back of her mind as Ava moved.
The dark she-cat jumped onto the pile, legs shaking with exhaustion. Her blood-soaked pelt looked almost black in the stormy-grey light.
Vilkas jumped onto the pile as well, and, sitting beside Ava, looked down at the pack’s shocked faces.
A bark echoed from Ava’s mouth, and Riverpaw realized she was addressing the pack.
“Pack.” A voice translated beside Riverpaw, and t
Scarlet River P98 “So we have yet another couple now, huh?” Duskfall said, grinning at Riverpaw and Stonepaw.Scarlet River P989 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The clan cats, the Healer, and the three Season Tree tribe cats were gathering once again, and although not a word was spoken, Duskfall seemed to immediately sense the change between the two Thunderclan apprentices.
The pair didn’t reply, just blushed and looked away.
“That’s great!” Gingerpelt said, coming forward and licking their foreheads happily.
“Yeah, great time to get together,” Featherfall muttered, “right before a battle of life and death.”
“Featherfall, can’t you be supportive for once?” Duskfall sighed, and moved toward the Shadowclan she-cat, “won’t the heat of my love ever melt your frozen heart?”
“No, it won’t.” Featherfall hissed.
Scarlet River P118 Riverpaw did not make it far before she felt she was lost. The mountains were endless, and every rock she passed looked exactly like the last. The dark shadows of night did not make her way any easier. Glancing at the sky, she remembered that the moon rose in the north-east, and set in south-west. However at the moment, it seemed as though it was directly overhead. Just my luck that I leave at midnight. Riverpaw grumbled to herself.Scarlet River P1186 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
A rock fell, clacking to the path behind her, and Riverpaw tried to hide her alarm. Swiveling her ears, she listened for movement, and only detected the slightest sound of fur on rock. As quietly and quickly as she could, the silver-striped she-cat moved off the path and up the slope to her right. When she reached a higher vantage point, her eyes swept the area, and she noticed a dark shape moving across the path below her. Widening her eyes, she tried to make out what the shape was. Too small to be a wolf. Lo
Howling PainLike a wolf,Howling Pain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not that safe.
No feat of strength, no way in hell.
How could I ever tell?
Tell a tale, my life's for sale.
Like a wolf,
I'm not that safe.
Not to you at least that's true.
Makin' my life so very blue.
Like a wolf,
I'm not that safe.
I've said what was to be not spoken.
And so what now?
What beast's been awoken?
Hopefully not a wolf.
Angered and broken...
Just YesterdayJust Yesterday15 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just yesterday you were holding my hand,
Just yesterday you gave me a wedding band,
Just yesterday you said I do and,
Just yesterday you said you loved me too.
Just yesterday you told me you cared,
Just yesterday you told me about the love we shared,
Just yesterday you said you'd never leave and,
Just yesterday that was all I needed to believe.
Just yesterday you were near,
Just yesterday they told me something I did'nt want to hear,
Just yesterday they buried you deep and,
Just yesterday thoughts of you kept me from sleep.
Just yesterday I finally came to see you,
Just yesterday I missed you more than I usually do and,
Just yesterday I remembered again how much I need you.
Just yesterday has come and gone and,
Just yesterday is just a memory of all that went wrong.
TsunamiThis is my confession:Tsunami7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dreamt you took my hand and put it to your lips, kissing each fingertip
my only sigh was, 'Oh love me'
your eyes washed over me like a tsunami
he will never replace you
and I know the day is quickly approaching
remember we always said when we were older
and now here I am.
and though you said I was bad at painting
you called me beautiful and that was enough
Another, worse, confession:
today I picked up my phone
and decided I would send you a message
I would tell you everything in a 60-lettered
but I know that it would be wrong
to face a fear
and I only hope when you look at me
you still see the girl you fell in love with
because, I conf
cup of love.| oikawa toorucup of love.| oikawa tooru2 days ago in Humor More Like This
oikawa tooru x m! reader
cup of love ;; © toorusexual
"Kill me now, please. I beg of you, Daichi, just end all my pain and misery." You grumbled into your phone as you weaved your way through the crowd of people, backpack hanging loosely from your shoulder.
A deep chuckle was heard from the other line. "As much as I hate to hear my poor, dear friend suffer, I'm sorry to say that I can not kill you. It's sorta illegal."
You pouted and shoved your hand into your coat pocket, burying your face deeper into your scarf. You hated- no, despised winter, or just cold weather in general. In your opinion, the only thing winter does is force you to freeze your ass off practically every morning on your way to your morning classes and let you embarrass yourself when you slip on the random sheets of ice scattered around the ground.
"Are you saying that you wouldn't go to jail for your dear bestie?"
" Mm, 'fraid so."
You gasped in mock hurt as you pushed open the doors and f
Tomorrow, maybe.i.Tomorrow, maybe.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I write prose sometimes.
Prose doesn't have to rhyme.
It doesn't need rhythm.
Just thoughts on a page.
Stumbling on my own meaning.
I forget that I am bleeding.
But it can't hide like poetry can.
it means i can drink my coffee even in the summer.
it means i can climb the tallest tree, despite how they've warned me. promising as i go that I'll come back down someday after i have been all scraped up and learned my lesson.
i don't know even my own intentions.
i am without wings.
i once dared to close my eyes
to step out the door blind.
i could have sworn you were there to catch me
but the bruises on my knees are proof:
this world was meant for people who can see clearly.
pen and paper are the only weapons
i could ever use against you.
and even then, i couldn't bear to hurt you.
instead i write about juvenile things you don't understand
my romantic notions of fingertips and rainstorms and coffee
and i pray you could be impressed with it,
if nothing t
Fragilei.Fragile7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wrote this for you.
i wanted you to know
that i am always
i burned my mouth on my coffee
and remembered the scorch of your lips
burning, stinging, lingering.
and i finally lost those ten pounds
that you told me i didn't need to lose
but i felt the need to be underweight
and at night, i curled my little self up in a ball
and thought of every part of me that
you could never love.
i guess a part of me always wanted
to be fragile.
you will never know how many times i saw you
in the backs of other men,
and i ran to them, calling your name
and they'd turn, confused.
they'd say, "Can I help you, miss?"
and i looked into their unfamiliar eyes
and wished with everything in me
that i could say yes.
"could you promise a certain boy
will see me again? because i seem to have
and I'd walk away disappointed
because that was the day I'd decided I would tell you:
you are the sunlight
streaming through my window in the morning.
i spend h
Triviali.Trivial7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think about writing about stars
and empty soda bottles
and anything unrelated to you
but then you and your whirlpool eyes...
my pretty stars are space junk
and my empty soda bottles are trash.
i pointed out orion in the sky.
you took my hand and
asked me why it mattered
over the clinking sound of breaking china
or cheap metal maybe,
something as insignificant as my heart.
my fingers curled into fists,
as i realized you had no clue how you bruised me
I love every bit of you
your eyes, your hair, the shape of your jaw
and your nose and ears
the things people notice when they first see you
your fingers, your natural rhythm,
the way you pick up little things
and turn them over in your hands.
the things nobody notices but me
love makes everything precious treasure.
makes trivial objects, sounds, and memories
how you squint when you smile,
almost hiding those eyes i love
and your lips twist up like they used to
right before you kissed me.
if i were to co
-she hides skeletons-1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in her closet;
she hears the monsters
that lurk under her bed
and the demons
trapped in her head.
Love: A Monologue of My Own Love was never meant to be easy. You'd think it was, the way it's portrayed. In the movies, the boy and the girl always fall in love in the end. They just can't help it. I've always wanted a love like that. I'm sure I'm not the only one, either. We all saw the boy-meets-girl scene, the joy of falling for someone, and the way the characters lived out their dreams. Knowing full well that they were just actors, filling the roles they were given, reading from a page that was written by some starry-eyed writer. But we wanted it too.Love: A Monologue of My Own8 years ago in Drama More Like This
I once starred in romance, the most movie-like romance you could get. It was so cleche. But I loved every moment of it, thinking, "This is just like a movie. This will be perfect. We will finally have our 'happily ever after'" But they had never showed in the movie, the part where the boy and girl fall out of love. The part when the boy f