miles of miseryIntolerable cruelty of a psycho designmiles of misery6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how can these ideas possibly be mine
raining on your parade
tired of the same-old-fucking-charade
lock the stock and fill the barrel
close your eyes it must be terrible
sing with me and you will see
what a wonderful time it will be
watch the smile burn on my face
like a cold case
a mystery to all
whose only joy is to watch it fall
don't answer my call
it's a tall order to fill
I can and I will
burn the world
put it out with booze
and make you choose
like me you'll lose everything
you never had
so fucking sad
but like a fad
you'll cause mass hysteria
wondering why nobody'll share with ya
Mystery GirlMystery girlMystery Girl7 years ago in Other More Like This
From down the hall, around the corner
Always noticing, always away
I see beautiful brown hair
Cut short, just so
Falling around a petite face
Glasses hide her mystery eyes
Tell me about yourself
Tell me your cares
And about your fears
Tell me dull facts
I'll interpret a novel
Snape's Love"What did they do to you?" her sweet, sweet voice, he sighed inside.Snape's Love9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Nothing, why do you care?" if she would just leave him alone she would be safe.
"Because they don't have a right to say, 'you exist, you must be punished,' because that's just mean. And that Potter, he's so-so-so stupid! He's only going to pull a few N.E.W.T.'s if he's really, really lucky. That's one of the reasons they don't like you, I think, you are smarter than them," poor Lily, he thought sadly. The fates weren't going to be kind to her. The runes his mother had read for him had told of heartbreak after Hogwarts. And death, but he didn't want to dwell on that.
"Come on, Madame Groves won't be pleased if we go to the hospital wing, we can go to that room I told you about last year."
"You still know where it is?"'
"Of course! And Potter and his gang don't know where it is, thank heavens. How is it that they always know where to find you?" Spasmodic Lily, Severus thought sadly. He couldn't tell her it was because
delirious dilemaOnce loose objectives tighten my perspectives set in motion with black magic potion. It sounds imperative but really it's quite narrative. - LIVE LET GO- The notion of heritage can stick like a tick. It's benign the thought. This is how you live. This is how you talk. This is how you walk. You'll do as your taught. Well I think not. Your beliefs are wrought with ignorant thoughts. Your mission is scandalous. Your morals were bought. The idea fractures this pattern of answers. Brought about by this mornings rapture. Just let me be. Just go you'll see. Just how I need my ways and beliefs. The way a bee needs a seed to grow into a tree. Gets its power from the showers that feed the flowers. In reality's mist the kiss of bliss only comes with time, with patience, with rhyme. An agonizdelirious dilema6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Severus Snape and the Fall...Severus Snape stood in line for the concert he had been waiting for for the past 3 months. He would never admit to anyone at the school that he would ever be here, it would just be too embarassing if his fellow professors knew that he still hadn't outgrown his love for Muggle hard rock as he grew up. He certainly hoped that none of his students would ever find out. How would it look if the head of Slytherin house was found standing in line with mere Muggles waiting to get into the arena to see a group of four musicians? He had his arms crossed so no one would see the hideous mark on his arm that he had gotten when he was young and foolish. Of course, he was dressed like everyone else, black jeans and a black t-shirt, his lank black hair falling about his face and reaching his chest. He looked like everyone else except for the slim ebony shaft in the hidden pocket of his jeans.Severus Snape and the Fall...9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After what seemed like an eternity, the line started moving and they were finally allowed to go inside to find
sunshine"what are you thinking?" that standard questionsunshine6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
whispered between lovebirds when no ones around
you is a standard answer, lets turn things around
i'm thinking of the moon and how to prove the world wrong,
its your smile it gets it light from, and your voice, pure song,
i'm thinking of the little things i'd miss most if you died
that sparkle in your eye, that thing in your smile
that makes me weak nad yet so strong to know that i would die
before i let them do you wrong, together you and i
i'm thinking of war, thinking of love, thinking too of peace
how peaceful it would be holding my love in my arms,
the war of my mind would cease
i'm not thinking thoughts at all, my dear tis sad a tale,
the thought of you left me mesmerized, speechless, oh so well
you have the power of sirens to my music minded heart
you have the pull of gravity from the earths core to start
i love you is not nearly good enough to express my feelings for you
i wish that you would read my thoughts, and see my love is t
What if everything stopped...What if everything stopped...What if everything stopped...6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
the whir of the ac
the stir of the breeze
through the car window
What if everything stopped...
the screams on wall street
the siren that never misses a beat
just stillness, when you breathe
When you breathe
what if everything just stopped
would you see
the lily spread its wings
the beauty in all things
grace, the word defines
an essence I can't find
in this world of noise
a world full of toys
separating us from reality
The sun coming up
the patter of rain drops
falling from the sky
the seagull chasing chips
Quenching our thirst
we feed this curse
so many secrets
seeding our deepest
darkest hours with needs
We think are ours
What if everything stopped...
could you forget about
your next appointment
and just look at the stars
God what a place
this place we call home
everything was given for free
amazing in nature
most all things are complacent
but we want more
but what if everything just stopped...
BlinkBlink9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knew I wanted to be a writer because I left
a library book, my pink Garbage CD,
and a half-written poem
on the linden purple line train
and all I lost sleep over
was the fact that I couldn't write the poem down
somewhere else besides on the folded piece of paper
dropped between the plastic seats
nevermind the increasing library fees.
I know you're a lover because you can leave
in the morning while I'm half-asleep
and get all the way out of my backyard
before some unknown force pulls you back
to the side of my bed, just to hear me breathe
waking up to see you kneeling over me
I knew you belonged there because
I stared into your irises and saw mine
I haven't been able to find you lately
(I never had to look before)
I want to take you by your freckled cheekbones
and tell you a secret:
"it's hard to adjust to life without you."
I crave your membranes and what they did to me
getting caught between your almond lids
and a pupil
I haven't seen my eyes in a week.
I wonder if you miss my irise
tokenThe rain was grace.token6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Demure breezes carried the laughter into the trees
rustling what's green there and
absorbing heavily through the grass
with water in my shoes and shuffling gravel under yours
slopes turned steep
to steps and mud and sand
filling thick minutes
drops gentle from shoulder and knees
we sat closer
we sat closer
And when the river warmly invited our fresh legs
we swam from stone to stone
and danced on water.
HeartbreakHe deceived me, just like everyone else, asking meHeartbreak10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ever so patiently to open up to him and share
All my haunting thoughts, those that keep me awake.
Racking sobs erupting from my trembling lips,
Tossing and turning all night, so I do as he asks,
Bearing my soul to him, letting him see my feelings,
Revealing parts of me no one else knew,
Extracting painful memories and entrusting secrets
All the while, he leads me on. I really should have
Known, should have known he would betray me.
People Are AwfulPeople Are AwfulPeople Are Awful6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If Id known what was going to happen that day, I probably would have broken up with him by phone. Its not even my problem. Its Bens problem. He was late. Hes always late. Not so much now, but anyway. He was late, and he knew Id be angry. But I wasnt angry because I knew that all I was going to say to him was:
Its over, were finished, Im ending it, I never want to see you again, were breaking up, you disgust me, Im leaving, dont call me.
So it didnt bother me whether he was five minutes or ten minutes late, or an hour late, just so long as he turned up. I wouldn&
Why Edward sucks as a vampireWhy Edward sucks as a vampire5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Poor Bram Stoker is probably rolling in his grave right now. With the creation of Twilight and its notorious gang of vegetarian sparkling vampires, he must so proud. Truly.
If you havent caught on to the sarcasm, let me point something out to you
EDWARD CULLEN IS A DISGRACE TO VAMPIRES.
Hes like some new age, hippie, emo wanna-be, vampire. Who is abusive to the girl he loves to boot.
See now the thing is I really REALLY REALLY wanted to like Edward. I mean I really did. He was a vampire. I love vampires. But really there was so much wrong with him (and by wrong I mean NOT wrong) that it was virtually impossible for me to do so.
1. He sparkled.
Im sorry but I really cant get over this. Even the first time I read the book (which I actually enjoyed) I was shock that any creature that needed blood to survive would sparkle. And why did he sparkle anyways? Was there any point to it? Did it serve some sort of predatory purpose that I was u
Hunter's magicThere is old magic in the way we hunt.Hunter's magic6 years ago in Horror More Like This
We whisper wordlessly to our prey, our minds and hearts forming the chant, our mouths going through the motions but never making a sound.
The world around us ceases to be, and all we see and hear is the prey, all we are is the weave of the hunt.
We have always hunted like this, and we have never hunted in packs.
Our young hunt in twos, sometimes, while their senses are still dulled by youth, and while the magic is still silent in their heart. More often than not, though, even our young hunt alone, and come back hungry and tired, and disappointed.
We have all been there, felt that frustration and unrest in our hearts, and the hunger we could not satiate, no matter how much or what we ate.
The older ones would never tell us why that was so, or how to cure it. We would go mad, smelling the food which brought no fill, we could no longer stand being around our kin, and in the night, thinking we were unnoticed, we would sneak off, alone.
Out, out, our b
The End?When dreams turn into nightmaresThe End?7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You wonder if life will ever smile at you again
Part of you hopes it does, the other knows
You try to fix things, only to mess them up even more
You wish things were a little different
And you realize thats not how life goes
Whats the point of fighting against your
Eventually, you stop...
upside downtaking time to spin a rhymeupside down6 years ago in Other More Like This
is something like dissolving lines
of spinning diamonds glittering
picking out with satisfaction
seeing the color transaction
plug it in and polish the spin
watch the words form within
but then wait, what, fuck
everything is stuck
gears are grindin
words are bindin
the pen is tryin
but nothin's writin
holy shit, fuckin prick
I was onto somethin
found a niche
went for a ride
ended in the ditch
Not ReallyI threw my arms around your neck and kissed you in the kitchen. The green beans shyly looked away. I went to pull away a little and found your hand on my back, keeping me there. Like you didn't want to let go.Not Really7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you do that, it makes my insides melt. But not like in a "AHHHHG! It's Hot!!!" kind of way. In a warm and delicious sort of way. Like a really good cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter's day.
I couldn't keep myself off of you. I kept crawling into your lap and nuzzling the side of your face. I love the way you smell. I love the way your skin feels underneath my lips.
I sat on top of you, facing you, there in my mother's living room. I kissed you good and proper. Not for long. But for long enough.
At some point, I was next to you on the couch. I came close to kissing you, but I held back, teasing.
You grabbed my head with both hands and planted a good one on me.
It stole my breath the way you stole my heart.
Sometimes I feel bad when we fight.
Then I see tha
watchinghe said to uswatching7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that Chinese boy
"you pay taxes
then you die"
we all laughed
maybe at his accent
but also at his words
we've stopped laughing
not because of the money
we had to pay
but because we've spent
these months working
to save enough cash
to pay off our taxes
but they're not satisfied
they're coming for us
to burn down our crops
to rape our daughters
to steal our sons
to murder us dead
he was right.
is it over yet?the bell rings and the fighters come outis it over yet?6 years ago in Open More Like This
punching and fighting and dancing about
and i don't know if i can't do without
this midless violence of life
we strive for perfection to be punched in the face
picked up, set down in a different place
set apart, destined by race
to a future that won't exist
see, i live for the moment with the past in my future
the world tells it repeats, each day brings me closer
to living the choices that my parents have, no sir
i refuse to be that man
but i am who he was and he is who i'll be
because according the world, i'm him he's me
i have his life, i have his blood, i saw what he fails to see
but for the life of it i can't get them to agree
they see what he is when they look in my eyes
they judge my behavior on some other guy
he's not my father, he's a sperm doner at most
and i refuse to let life be lived as ghost
so i'll live how i want and do what i may
it doesn't matter to me who you do or what you say,
i will be Lawrence, or LeRoy or Larry or moe,
Coping With OCD I suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is my belief that obsessive-compulsive disorder is misunderstood by the masses. People have a tendency to use it to describe their organizational habits or their fandom obsessions, but it is a genuine affliction, and while it is based on trivial thoughts, the effects of it are far from trivial - they are destructive and powerful. I was officially diagnosed with OCD a few months ago, but I have suspected it nearly my entire life.Coping With OCD7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
OCD is an anxiety disorder. It is based on obsessive thoughts that cause great anxiety, and in order to relieve those thoughts the sufferer performs compulsions, or in other words: rituals. Each sufferer goes through different rituals, but we all have one thing in common: anxiety. Each individual has their own preferences and their own ideas of how things should be in order to relieve anxiety. Most of us realize that these thoughts and anxieties ar
inportance of friendship"You know that i love you" is something i've heardinportance of friendship6 years ago in Open More Like This
And it fills my heart with dread
its always followed by that horrible sentence
i think we should just be friends
a friend you can joke with, laugh with
play with, but thats the limit to an end
you can eat with, cant kiss with, cant squeeze
with or sleep with friends
(not like that) so thats the annoying fact
i'm your brother, not lover, and it sems thats that
i can shower you with love and try to be cool
but i'll probably be a stalker and labled a fool
so thanks for putting my love life to an end
just by deciding we should "just be friends"