Growing UpGrowing up is hard,Growing Up7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's so much to deal with,
So little time,
So much drama,
So much pressure.
It is so hard to stay true to yourself,
It is so hard to stand up agaisnt your friends,
It is so hard not to let others get the best of you,
It is so hard to grow up and face reality,
Espically if we don't want to.
Between our friends,
Between our lovers,
Between our lives,
Why do people except us to be perfect?
What are we supposed to do?
How are we supposed to grow up so fast?
Growing up has too many challenges,
Many we don't want to face,
So many good things can happen,
So many bad things can happen,
Growing up is a challenge of it's own.
Part of us will never grow up,
Part of us will never want grow up,
Part of us will never be the same when we grow up,
Part of us needs to grow up.
Axel and Demyx Bros 4Roxas then rose up from the bench and ran in the direction of the restaurant. He knew Demyx would be back soon as he ran into the employee room. He came to the door of the kitchen, but something wasnt right. The door felt hot for some reason.Axel and Demyx Bros 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He slowly pushed it open and froze at what was before him. An empty kitchen, roaring with fire. He stood there at first not able to move. It seemed like the fire was pulling him in not allowing him to look away. He then somehow shock it off and ran into the serving room.
Fire! Fire in the kitchen. Everybody out, get out. Now. He screamed before all the customers jumped out of their chairs and headed for the door. He was about to follow, but realized that his boss was still in the back.
He ran back into the kitchen, the smoke now engulfing his lungs and stumbled toward the bosss room. He broke down the door and stepped in.
Boss, where are you? He coughed as he tried to look through the smok
RejectionRejection,Rejection7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Were all afraid of it,
We can't always deal with it,
Causes so many bad things to happen.
Burns our hearts to the core,
Numbing pain in every bone,
Minds scearming at us to just let go,
But we can't,
There must be something wrong with us,
What can we change?
An on going process,
A game you just can't win,
A story with an unhappy ending,
A life we don't want to keep living.
Rejection fades away,
Like flowers blooming in the spring.
We learn to accept ourselves,
We learn to move on,
We learn what we deserve,
We learn it's not the end of the world.
Rejection didn't win.
Jazzlike SyndromeDid you see the swirling notes?Jazzlike Syndrome7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our alien Youth,
your alarming number of arms
and fissure fingers where a
heart should be.
For those paltry imitations,
psychologically deranged, haphazardly
drumming notes of a pale origin.
This reeks of perpetual almost,
an awkward inclination.
Huddled in a fatal fetal,
an exploding toccata of snowflakes,
Did the temperature make changes?
Our angles crooked,
your deceitfully measured meters
and carefully petty lies
weaving a history.
In hope & hand, you placed
this paced anticipation.
Grown in gardens of twisted figures,
torturous notes, feel a resurrection.
Crumpled letters to the cracking crock pot,
this is the utmost
in unwanted ingredients.
Wrapped in failing feeling
and unavoidable collision,
presenting a past over future.
Did they feel this pull of gravity?
Our climbing solution,
your hours sing of emptiness,
collected resentments, and all
the waste of wanting.
Come for comfort and a comical tragedy,
pulling a penny from yo
Fangirls Rock-A Frerard SequelFangirls Rock-A Frerard Sequel5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wow. Where do I begin? In a few short months, everything is different. Because in a few short hours, you changed our lives forever. You know, I don't think that I could have ever expected that. I never thought anything would play out the way it did, but I have to admit, I've never been so happy to be wrong.
First of all, I owe you the most epic thank you ever. I really can't begin to wrap words around how grateful I am to you for what you did. You know, I've always said that the reason I do what I do is to change lives. Of all of the places I've been and the people I've met, I never could have expected that the blonde haired girl with the homemade t-shirt who was avidly belting every word of every song would have changed my life the way that she did. I never saw that one coming.
I feel like I owe you for all of the good things that are part of my life now. Since our unforgettable meeting, two divorces have been finalized, one home sold, one home bought, two weekends were spen
it's not a metaphor.my love for youit's not a metaphor.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
is not how the stars
kiss the moon behind veils of clouds
it is not the way your voice sounds like
a million angels singing only to me .
it's your tits.
it's the way you moan my name when you orgasm.
it's the way your hair is bushy first thing in the morning
and the way you flinch when i touch you.
it's how i get jealous.
how i make you feel like a whore.
how you break down crying.
it's how you lie to me.
about everything .
about everything but the fact that you love me.
it's how we cried on the phone that night
and its how we calmed each other.
its how to everyone else we're so fucking terrible for each other.
but to us we know.
we just fucking know
and that's enough.
it's reading neruda to you at three in the morning.
it's staying up all night wondering if you're sleeping okay because we can't be together.
it's how your parents hate me.
it's how i hate your parents.
it's every broken promise.
it's how each time you bend over i st
the fall of my glued-on hornhow I longthe fall of my glued-on horn7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for past pretending
in an everlasting glow
some fast approaching
in an image
to my liking
I can't find my own tone
your breast beats
best for none
and I'm not the one
you'll see my skin
and kind of
sings my songs now
your heart & hands
immersed in other craft
shaping your precious silence
innocent of bleeding
creeping under covers
truth is form is
where you find it
made of the best
in unsaid words
there's no joy
in forced rewinding
UnfixableI watch helplesslyUnfixable7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from hundreds of miles
away as you
slowly destroy yourself.
"So there isn't anything you don't like about me?"
I had no idea
what was really
behind that happy
I loved so much.
"Well if you want me to think of something..."
smoking weed every night.
drinking before school.
fucking half the guys you know.
"...I wish you cared about yourself more."
You tell me about how you wish you
were better at killing yourself.
How everyone you know
shouldn't be dead.
That you should
have died in their places.
Because you wanted to.
You want to.
missing.i remember how you found me digging through boxes in my closet one day.missing.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'what're you looking for?' you asked.
'i'm not sure,' i replied.
you looked at me, confused. 'you don't know what you're looking for?' you asked. i only shook my head.
because i never know what's missing or what i'm looking for; only that something is lost. misplaced.
but maybe the only thing misplaced is me.
'what do you think of yourself?' you asked me the next day.
'what do you mean?' i replied.
'i mean,' you paused for a moment. 'how do you see yourself?'
a telephone was ringing on the t.v. in the silence that dragged on. you turned away from me, and i could tell you didn't expect me to reply.
i didn't, either, but i surprised both of us.
'well,' i said. 'maybe... maybe i'm a fish born without gills. or maybe i'm a bird that refuses to fly. maybe i'm a treasure chest, locked and full of surprises - or maybe i'm just empty.
maybe i'm like fog, confusing and mindless and almost impossible to see through.
Search For AnswersLife passes by,Search For Answers8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as i sit under the sky,
flashes of the past running through my mind,
sitting here like i'm in rewind.
Everything back then,
was free of sin,
a life so pure and free,
one where i was incessantly seeking after my destiny.
Nothing got in my path,
never did appear my wrath,
i took life as it came,
never putting my head down in shame.
Not once did i question,
not once did i rasie my hand in objection,
i played the cards i had been given,
always digging deep within.
Trying my best to not go astray,
taking life day by day.
Now things are not so easy anymore,
i make several decisions which end up poor.
What i once took for fact,
i now just as eagerly attack.
Trying to seperate false from true,
desperately seeking to once more become anew.
I question why i am this way.
why i always push people away,
those for who my heart longs,
for who my love is strong.
I am a bringer of pain,
many hearts i have slain,
becoming a part of my game,
things no longer are the same.
Truth i do seek,
LoveLove is not a feeling,Love8 years ago in Ballad More Like This
not something that can pass.
It is a will to do anything,
it is something that will forever last.
Its days are not numbered,
it will not fade away.
Its always there,
every single day.
when you love someone nothing else matters,
not money or status or what you own.
all that matters is that person,
that special someone,
the one constantly occupying your thoughts.
The memories are so great,
this love can never turn to hate.
its something you cherish,
you hold it dear,
its something you cant buy,
you can count on it year after year.
It comes from the heart,
and always has a start.
but if its true love,
then this start will have no end.
Theres nothing more valuable,
not diamonds, rubies, or gold,
than having the one you love,
having someone to hold.
Axel and Demyx Bros pt 1Beep Beep The cloak rang as the sunshine shone through the thin curtains of the bedroom. I reached out my hand and slammed the button down to turn off the disturbing noise. I rolled out of the bed made of clouds and put on my robe.Axel and Demyx Bros pt 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As I did, I noticed the time I had before I had to go to work was around two hours. I tied the knot of the ribbon that kept my robe in place and walked down the long staircase one step at a time. When I came close to the end, I could hear the clanking of silver against glass and the crinkling of the morning papers.
A small grin crawled upon my face when I stepped into the living room. My brother, Cloud, and his partner Leon were sitting on the couch hand in hand. My other brother, Sora, was setting a bowl in front of his partner, Riku, at the dinning table.
Morning. I grumbled as I began to rub my eyes with the back of my hand.
Roxas. Hows my baby brother this morning? Sora giggled after he hugged the boy so ha
Joyful Peacethis burning in myJoyful Peace6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
chest it won't go away and
i'm okay with that
InoSaku fanficitonŚroda, zupełnie jak każda inna. Ta sama droga, te same widoki, te same czynności przytłaczająca monotonia. Zawstydzone słońce powoli chowające swą świetlistą tarczę za ciemną linią horyzontu, ostatnie mroczno różowe promienie rzucane na ziemską kopułę. Chłodny oddech późnowiosennego wiatru, niosący ze sobą mdlący zapach drzewa wiśni, które już przekwitło. Opuszki palców bez pospiechu głaszczące bladoróżowe, miękkie włosy. I ty, delikatnie opierająca głowę o moje drżące ramię. Niezachwiana harmonia codzienności.InoSaku fanficiton7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sakura. Drzewo wiśni obsypane pąsowym, lekkim kwieciem, z artystycznie powykręcanymi gałęźmi. Królowa świata flory. Kwintesencja piękności i dostojności. Stoi dumnie nad nami i patrzy, obserwuje powoln
lemon cakethis house isn't made out oflemon cake7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a mess. this house is
made out of:
a sinking bathroom floor
because she sighs and i
lose count. shower curtains
you need to water and rust
that doesn't wash out
of the tiles.
it is made out of:
a telephone made for hanging
up because she doesn't
want to talk to her sister.
and mirrors to remind you
you are a beautiful
it is made out of:
sorry notes and scribbles and
a windy day. it sits next to
the other houses made of
secrets and sorrow and stories
and rooftops and bathroom
it is made out of:
kitchen tiles, too. they are
black and white and white and
an under the bed, where we used
to kiss and dust and more dust
that keeps coming back
when you clean it.
it is made out of:
coffee stains and peeling wallpaper
and a cracking ceiling where i
hang my stars.
it is made out of:
why did you forget to call your
why did you forget to hang the
it is made
The ChaseShe runs her fingers through her hairThe Chase7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her ragged gasps pollute the air
Gone is the poise, the queenly grace
She's caught up in a primal chase.
Her husband's close behind her still
His heart is hungry for a kill
His wife's betrayal tore his soul
And caused him to lose all control.
She stumbles on the cobbled floor
Steadies herself upon the door
Her bare feet throb with bruise and cut
She slams the door, and bars it shut.
The tears stream freely down her cheeks
Tattooing them with ugly streaks
She hears her husband rage and shout
He can't get in she can't get out.
An hour passes, more or less
Her heart slows in her heaving chest
Behind the door, silence lies thick
Should she go out? Is it a trick?
After a while, she dries her eyes
Hauls herself up on burning thighs
Unbars the door, and risks a peek
The room rings with a piercing shriek
Her husband, that once gentle Lord
Has thrown himself upon his sword
The blood flows freely from his chest
She screams, he smiles he goe
Seven Hundred Simple RulesI feel the distance:Seven Hundred Simple Rules6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
seven hundred simple rules
Perfect FlawYou say I'm perfect-Perfect Flaw6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I say perfection is but
a flaw in itself.
The Act Of CreationTo create is toThe Act Of Creation9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
set your mind's pleasures free for
others to enjoy.