LiesLies9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This expression on my face,
The one that all can see.
It shows so little of what I feel,
Of whats inside of me.
Everyday I wake up,
I tell myself a lie.
The words I say are full of foolish crap,
'Today's going to be better,'
'Life's will be as it used to be,'
'Everything will be alright.'
All of them filthy lies.
Today's going to get worse,
Life will change,
Nothing will be alright.
That is in truth, reality.
Blood will flow as red.
Tears will be as salty.
The world will be as harsh.
Would you even care if I stopped talking to you?
Would you notice at all?
Apparently nothing I have to say is important anymore.
I will fade into dark,
And make all the threats I could apparently never do real.
These wings I've grown,
We both tear them out.
I, because it is what I've always done,
You, because you have no right to.
What use are wings if you can never fly?
My blood runs as red as any other,
I've bled many a times,
Though I'm never thought of as a person any more,
Just something that's
FakeFake9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My smile is nothing but a fake,
Forced to look natural on my acting face.
My life is no longer real,
It's just a lie that everyone believes.
They think this is me,
What's sad, I think it is too.
I've been acting like someone else for so long.
I don't even know who the real me is.
The rain is falling,
I envy the sky.
I wish my eyes could leak as it does.
Black and hollow,
It seems that's all I have left in me.
Cursed to act as I do,
I'm to arrogant to cry,
So my wounds do that for me.
Nothing fits together anymore,
Pieces of the puzzle are missing.
My heart is nothing but a riddle,
Nothing grows clearer,
Nothing makes sense.
Who is this person I see when I look in the mirror?
This is not me.
I want to be a Guinea PigI want to be a Guinea Pig8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want to be a guinea pig,
And snuffle each moment away,
I want to be small, cute and cuddly,
And have a hutch in which to stay.
I want to eat lettuce and guinea food,
And have people stroke my fur,
I want to be the cutest creature,
A hairy little blur.
I want to have a nice guinea home,
To live my guinea way,
I want to turn into a Guinea pig,
To be sweet and sleep in hay.
I want to have a big garden,
So I can explore and snuffle and dig,
I really really want to be,
A snuggly guinea pig!
Morning LightMorning light touched your fingers,Morning Light10 years ago in General More Like This
Those fingers that rested on my shoulder
While you drifted among sleep-filled seas
And beautiful, enchanting dream.
I watched as the light drifted through the window. Just like a photograph, it was, but for your peaceful breath. It was that time of the morning where even consciousness is mixed with dreams, where the most innocent of thoughts spawns wild and fantastic iterations of ideas. There is something comforting about watching someone sleep. Feeling their fingers clench ever so slightly to some unknown, somniferous stimulus.
Some people don't like to sleep close to someone else. I'm not one of them. Those tangles of sleep, legs wrapped around one another, arms sliding under t-shirts and pyjama tops and out through shared sleeves make my spine tingle. Even skin seems too much of a barrier between you and I. I want to share my arms, fingers, my breath with you.
I watched the morning progress. The first people out on the streets soon appeared, walk
Reasons for the WeekendReasons for the Weekend9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because human nature zig-zagged in reverse
from wand-waving mornings to night,
plucking on harp-strings with bitten-down nails
and mud-trudging through kitchen floors,
Because we ignored the blue neon signs
that smiled Enter through the gates,
and monkeyed up the glass walls instead,
with the grace of a bullet-filled car,
Love grew a shadow, and splashed Friday with ink
when he dived from a springboard of leather and wood--
but the spectators gave him nil out of ten,
though Perfection had wrapped him in white.
Because human nature keeps sliding down driveways
without elbow guards or mothering smiles,
because we attempt to feel more than our skins can,
stuffing ourselves with reflections of stars--
Sunday grew taller, for Love re-emerged
and de-plugged the pool as he skipped up the side.
His tattered grey scarf soaked the last of the flood,
and he left it behind as he walked past the sky.
Love, CubedThe three tenorsLove, Cubed11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
three strikes is an out
and also a turkey
three sides & corners
make endless triangles
Count to three
or kick your heels together three times
Bears, Little Pigs,
Billy Goats Gruff
Three wishes from
three square meals a day
the third time's the charm
Lions, Tigers and Bears (oh my)
Three is so underrated
Some of the best things in life
can't we be?
Public Airplane ::Frerard::Frankie held his hands overtop his head for about two seconds before driving them into his lap with such force his hands slapped against his skin. Im bored, he moaned, light eyes rolling upward and looking pleadingly at the ceiling. Raising his tattooed hands once again, he angrily swiped at his eyes, rubbing away any essence of delusion. Dammit, now I remember why I hated planes so damn much.Public Airplane ::Frerard::7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Gerard, who sat beside him, smirked broadly and stretched as well. Headphones curled around his neck delicately, an iPod clutched in one pale hand. On his lap lay a novel, one Frank had never heard of. His eyes flickered to the title before dashing away, returning to the despairingly boring plane. Gerard rolled his eyes at his flying companion and nudged him in the side. Ya know, he said smugly, it was you who opted we go on this fucking plane, not me. You said you were sick of driving and Toro and Bryar agreed! Adding, quite com
you make me laugh FRERARD'hey GER-'you make me laugh FRERARD7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was cut off. I tripped over my straightner that i forgot to put away from last night.
I was on the floor rubbing my now newly sore knee.
'Are you hapy gerard? its YOUR damn sexy asses fault I am laying on the ground!'
'HAHAHAHA! wait...hold up...what did you just say?'
'well I said that its your damn sexy asses fault that im hurt'
'WHAT THE FUCK!? how is it my asses fault!?'
'Because i was staring at it.'
'well Frank, you cant just go and blame every body part on me for making you fall'
'well then can i blame ALL of you for making me fall...IN LOOOOOVEE WITH YOU!?'
'well...i guess so'
I stood up. Made my way to Gerard. Sat on him, put my arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. He accepted and we we sitting in the tour bus making out when all of a sudden.
'ouch! howy fwuck gewaawwdd!!!??'
My lip ring was attatched to his tooth, and it hurt because i was trying to pull away.
'HAHA FWANKKKK DIS IS FWUNNN..WE AWRE ATTACHED TOGEWER!'
'FUN FO YOU PAIN FOW FWANK!'
I took m
WerewolvesWEREWOLVES (LYCANS/LYCANTHROPES)Werewolves8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
(my thoughts on this species)
· would be a creature, half man, half wolf; a creature that looks like a wolf and walks upright
· would have a good physique
· would be taller and stronger than a human
· would have a nearly human brain but with an undeniable animal instinct
· the lycan would be allergic to silver
· in human form, the lycanthrope is able to eat regular human food, but in wolf form, the lycanthrope can drink bagged blood, but usually the animal instinct takes over and they feed on live prey, humans a treat
· would be able to move extremely fast and would have very keen senses
· wpuld not be immortal, but can live for hundreds of years
· more humans are turned by lycans than lycans having offspring
· would be furry but the muscles well defined
· to turn a human, a lycanthrope bites the human and must be careful, they must not rip or tear and must not take much blood
· the turning:
1. the human is bitten, and i
Werewolves.Your eyes bleed with blackness,Werewolves.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your teeth stained with ungodly blood
A howl against the wind, A growl at the moon.
Reborn though a body, after the blood of a young woman.
A young woman who refused to love the creature, whom loved another.
She will be his yet again, his own and all his.
PappiDear daddyPappi8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did you know that?
Your little girl has grown up
She isn't so young anymore
Not the three year old
Wondering why mummy is
Bleeding and crying again
Not a five year old
Screaming 'faster; faster'
On the swings at the park
I'm not the seven year old
Asking why you and mummy
Don't love each other
Dear daddy, this is for you
With your lies and deceit
Daddy, daddy dearest
You've helped me
I used to love people,
Trust people, like people
I'm not so naive
I don't trust people anymore
I don't love people anymore
So thank you daddy
But guess what dear papa
I've outgrown you
I'm too old daddy
To strong daddy
I'm sorry daddy
I don't want you in my life
A little girl left broken
Frozen pt. 7 - YAOIPart Seven - SnowboundFrozen pt. 7 - YAOI6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sky was black, reflecting gray against the dead white of the frost that covered the ground. The snow that had occupied most of the winter, light and gentle, had suddenly turned, growing hard and cold with torrents of shrill wind. Wicked snowdrifts lined the plowed roadways, and residents woke to find their windows iced shut. Nothing could be heard over the shriek of the storm.
Kale stood frozen at the doorway, his arms wrapped firmly around himself and his coat. Despite the storm, the school board had decided not to cancel classes that day. Stupid, Kale muttered, pulling his hood up at the yellow top of the bus rolled into view. The door was practically thrown open by the wind, catching Kale off guard and making him stagger. A good foot of snow covered the patio, making his trek to the bus a lot longer and more difficult than ever before.
From just one glance he could tell that most of the students were miserable. Younger kids were slouched togeth
BurstBurst10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
im living in a world of assembled metal monsters
and stacked windows
a world where the most inspiring quote is:
"it will be better tomorrow"
everyone is looking
and just the answer
to a prayer
but the angels are sick of wearing wings
and god keeps telling everyone
he doesn't exist
I thought the world was all about
I guess I got mixed up
because butterflies are all praying
for a better life.
and every lover
is telling the other
not to feel so much
and that everything
they'll ever have
will be a lie.
"I loved you as long as I could,
but when the sun dies
and the moon is cold
things just don't seem worth it
And all the clouds do, is burst and cry.
streets are scattered and falling
with broken hearts and
from people who
throw things away
lepers walk with broken toes
and peeling skin
shaking like a nightmare
gathering remnants of long lost loves
and all the people who they thoug
Valentines reunite .Frerard.Gerards POVValentines reunite .Frerard.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Today, would be Valentines day.
Normally I would be spending this day moping around with my band mates and their girlfriends.
This year its different.
I have a wife, so today we will be exchanging Valentine gifts.
The strange thing is.
Its not her who I keep thinking of...Frank.
During the summer of 2007, on our tour of Projekt Rev.
Frank and I were, abnormally 'close'
Everyday something new would happen.
We kissed too much for people not to believe something was up.
Or we would do some sort of sexual, kinky move.
I know deep down I love Frank more than I should.
But when Frankie is around me, he wears his heart on his sleeve.
Lately, ever since I, well you can say "dumped" him in august near the end of Projekt Rev. and married Lyn-z, hes been depressed.
He chopped his long beautiful locks.
Doesnt shave anymore.
He wears alot of baggy clothing.
Then again, when he isn't, everyone could tell he's depressed, heartbroken, hurt..
Hes gained weight.
It saddens me to a great exte
Vivaldi pt. 3 - YAOI WARNINGVivaldi pt. 3 - YAOI WARNING6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Part Three: Bond
The older boy sucked in a drag of his cigarette and punched at the buttons on the remote, What? Saint drew his knees up to his chest, his eyes fixed on the far wall of the small basement as the changing channels of the television threw colored lights into the dark. Saint had skipped his detention and half of his last hour just so he could come visit Christopher early to make up for the time lost yesterday. Even though hed apologized and explained that it wasnt his fault Christopher still seemed a bit angry with him.
Hey, Christopher poked the tip of his cigarette through the hole in Saints jeans, singing the skin and making the younger boy jump, You were asking me something, right? Dont just sit there like a moron, finish the question! Saint rubbed at the burnt skin, fighting back the sting of tears, I was just wondering Christopher, do you love me?
The older boy
Vivaldi pt. 9 - YAOI WARNINGVivaldi pt. 9 - YAOI WARNING6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Part Nine: First Bite
Mrs. Owens frowned as she handed out the corrected test papers, her face telling how disappointed she was in the classs grades. She paused at Saints desk, her age-spotted hand shaking slightly as she set the paper down on his desk. For a moment it looked like she was going to say something, but changed her mind at the last moment and continued on down the row. Saint glanced at the page, his heart sinking as he observed the failing grade posted in red ink on top.
No wonder Mrs. Owens wasnt happy
Saint looked up at the clock just in time as the minute hand swirled by the twelve and the school bell screamed shrilly in the distance. All disappointment about the test forgotten, Saint shoved the paper in his bag and quickly fled the classroom before Mrs. Owens could call him to her desk again. A light smile played on his lips as he purposefully walked away from the waiting buses, turning instead in the direction of Vivaldi Manor several blocks aw
Vivaldi pt. 4 - YAOI WARNINGVivaldi pt. 4 - YAOI WARNING6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Part Four: In the Rain
The sky was dark gray, cold and unforgiving throughout the day as the clouds began to boil to a firm black. By the end of school the sky had successfully split, pouring sheets as giggling students rushed to the buses with their coats hung over their heads. Saint watched through Mrs. Owenss window, reminding himself with a slight frown that hed have to walk home after serving his hours in detention.
He tapped the tip of his pencil against the worksheet he was supposed to be doing, his eyes growing heavy as the heat of a summer storm rolled in. Christopher just had to leave during the rainiest month of the year
Mrs. Owens glanced up from her papers, her eyes darting to the clock as she nodded curtly in gesture that detention was over. Saint stood quickly, dumping his books into his worn backpack and smiling at the teacher behind the desk before starting down the hall at a quick pace. Hed been coming home rather late the passed week and his m
Vivaldi pt. 12 - YAOI WARNINGVivaldi pt. 12 - YAOI WARNING6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Part Twelve: All My Time
Saint wrung shower water from his hair as he wiped away the fine layer of mist that coated the bathroom mirror. The few bruises on his face had already started to fade, leaving the skin a worn white color even paler than the rest of his complexion. Thoughtfully, Saint ran his fingers over the healing cut on his lip, thinking back to that night three days ago when it had been decided he would stay at the Vivaldi manor with Aiden. At first the idea had scared him hed never even mentioned Aiden to his mother and now here he was, three weeks after the first time they met, and he was living with him.
The mirror was starting to fog up again, blurring Saints view of his face and chest darkened with contusions. He let it happen, watching silently as the mist covered every inch of the mirror, leaving him a faint smudge at the center of it all. With a soft sigh, Saint turned away, grabbing the pair of faded jeans Aiden had loaned him from the side of the
Vivaldi pt. 11 - YAOI WARNINGVivaldi pt. 11 - YAOI WARNING6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Part Eleven: Midnight
The manor seemed empty, as usual. Long shadows cast over the walls from the setting sun, streaking the furniture and carpets with slashes of red and gold. Saint hugged his arms across his chest tightly, a chill running up his back when the sunlight was immediately wiped away as Vivaldi shut the double-oak door behind them. The old vampire shrugged off his long coat and draped it over the swirling back of an armchair, his expression controlled and careful.
Saint, Vivaldi said slowly, his hand reaching up to stroke the buttons of his loose silk shirt, I would ask that when you spend time within the walls of this house you take caution. His eyes flashed in the dark as he turned to look at the young boy standing in the foyer, Not even I can protect you from my own coven all the time. They are a free people and do as they wish.
Vivaldi paused for a moment, letting the words sink in before resting his hand on Saints shoulde
The Alphabet By George W. BushThe Alphabet By George W. BushThe Alphabet By George W. Bush11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A is for Afghanistan…A place I like to drop bombs. Also for Ashcroft, one of my homies.
B is for Bush…Hey, that's me!
C is for Cheney…My main home boy!
D is for Democrat…People I don't like
E is for Energy…One of my favorite special interests
F is for Fired…Something I may be come November
G is for God…A Person I enjoy playing.
H s for Hell…What I turned Iraq even more into
I is for Idiot…What a lot of people think I am.
J is for Joke…Another thing people think I am.
K is for Kerry…A person I don't like and who may take my job.
L is for Loser…What some people think I am.
M is for Me…It is all about me!
N is for nuclear…A word I can not pronounce correctly.
O is for Oil…Black gold baby!
P is for pretzel…Something I choked on other than being president. Also for Powell, the only person on my administration who knows what they are doing.
Q is for Qualifications…something I have none of.
R is for Rumsfeld, another one of my home boys.
S is for Saddam…That bas
ONE LAST KISSONE LAST KISS9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where has the tender gone
Was there something I did miss
Hidden within that one last sweet kiss
The love still felt beneath
But the passion, left to rot
Forgetting this one last time
Of the times you've
Left me running hot
A discoloring of compassion
For our situation
Has left the love, not
You promised an adventure
And I fell headfirst
Hook, Line, and Sinker
My old heart
Once beating steadily
Now a blinker
Stopped in my tracks
You've left me
Shirt, Shoes, and Slacks
These were something
Our love never lacks
So pack a bag
Cuz im willing to risk
My life for that
Enchanting story tale
Its not a sale
The full price
Of all my memories
Im willing to pay
So we can create
Our own history
Fear, Fire, FoesFear, Fire, Foes8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I felt my eyes open as my mouth snapped shut.
But I could only see the unwritten
Words from last night, pre-sleep. Post Guinness.
They have left my mouth for the last time,
Been spilled into my madness too often.
For they are mine, and so I must take them.
The overlooking sense of being watched
Continues into the whites of my eyes,
I fear no feeling.
Awake! Fear, fire,
Foes come unto me, undo my desperation.
I drink a fresh meaning from the bloodied
Carpenter's cup. As I toss and turn away
Into nothing, and feel the first of winter.
For the cracks in the wall reminded me
Of you, as you split your life in two, for me.
And remembered me when pain was doubled.
The mangled blinds pathetically
Gave way to the noon sun, I was blinded
And my world disappeared, or the picture
Of you, that I had formed myself. I fear
No fire or foe, I fear my feel
WerewolvesWerewolves6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Drip drip drip The blood fell in a monotonous rhythm. My back was cut from the whip and my front was covered in tiny cuts from the rough wall. My wrists had matching bruises and my arms were screaming in pain from nearly being pulled out of their sockets. My feet dangled uselessly just above the ground.
Calloused hands gently unlocked the shackles and caught me before I fell, cradling me carefully against a smooth, sweat covered chest.
"Shh baby." His gentle words soothed me. "You're down now. You're okay."
I curled into a ball in his arms, and he massaged small circles into my back. I was only vaguely aware that we were moving down the depressing hallway. All my attention was co