A Goddess Of WaspsA Goddess Of Wasps in Short Stories More Like This
She lays in the deepest part of the Pennsylvania forest, an area known by some as "God's country".
Her once deep, green eyes now see nothing, the rotted empty sockets given an insect facetted gaze.
"They"found her and made her their domain, refilling her slowly over the years with the life I had taken,
feeding on what she offered as her corpse lay rotting amidst the dank soil and moss. A tree has overgrown her
fleshless cage. No longer is there heart imprisoned within, lungs made convict. Maggots and worms set
them free long ago when she was lordess of corpse flies, but like so many others, they left her, taking what
they would, and leaving her nothing. She lay unmoved, unfeeling, unloved, unwanted. I cried for her then,
laying my head upon what had once been her ample breast, breathing in what had once been her sweet
perfume that still lingered in my memory if not on her soft, white skin.
She sleeps silently, saying nothing of what others have done to bring her pain, forgiving all tre
Mad MarieShe sits alone in her room playing with her toys like a good little girl,Mad Marie in Short Stories More Like This
Daddy's good little girl.
Daddy, may I,... may I please go outside?, she asks when Daddy comes to
her room to check on her. It's so hot with the candles burning, and the
window bolted. Daddy says nothing as he opens the window. He leaves her
to her toys, and goes downstairs. There's work to be done, She will have
to amuse herself while he makes her dinner.
He locks the door so she doesn't get into mischief. He can't let her run
like he did so long ago. There's too much that can happen to a good
little girl, to his good little girl.
She cries at the door as he walks away, and he tries his best to ignore
the tears he knows are running down her face. Supper's on, and he sits
wondering how his life had gone so bad. His wife dying as she gave birth
to their only daughter, and leaving him to care for her alone, the boys,
who tried to get their way with his little girl. the mischief she got into
with those boys. He'd ha
Night Of StoriesThere was a moon in the sky when I was young, the old man told us. A Moon? What's that?, the young ones asked. A whole world right up there he said. So close you could reach out and touch her if you climbed the high mountains and if you wanted you could jump up and she'd catch you and you could spend the day. Yer fibbin', said the older ones but I couldn't help but ask, where did she go? Well, she got tired one day and fell from the sky, he said and while she rested greedy people made a slave of her and made her carry them away never to be seen again. That's sad I said. Won't she ever come back? Not in my lifetime he said with a tear in his eye he quickly wiped away but I saw it. And since that night, that night of stories I've sat here watchin' , waitin' for her to return so I could say the old man missed her while she was gone and won't she please stay in case he should return.Night Of Stories in Short Stories More Like This
goddamn homosexualMy mom took a trip to Mexicogoddamn homosexual in Free Verse More Like This
And stopped by a church to attend mass.
It was quaint, small and brightly colored,
So she went inside.
(She is Catholic and I am not.)
She knows Spanish, is practically fluent in it.
She knew, sitting in her pew, what the priest was saying
About those goddamn homosexuals
And their sin,
And how even the flames of hell
Were too good for them.
That there would be no tolerance from The Heavenly Father
Of their kind.
I had just come out to my mom less than a month before
"Yes I like girls."
My hands had been shaking and my throat was tight,
Like my heart was stuck in it.
For a moment I wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball
And simply fade away.
But mom smiled, pulled me into a hug, and said it was okay
And I knew it was.
Yet even if I hadn't confessed
Even if I weren't able to gather the strength,
I know she still would have walked out
Left behind those judgmental words,
Spewing from that judgmental man's lips.
It makes me wonder a
Warning LabelMy friend is blond and blue eyed.Warning Label in Free Verse More Like This
Her hair shimmers, golden, down the middle of her back
Brushing my shoulder as she rests against it during a movie.
Her teeth, when she smiles and laughs throughout, are as white and straight
As the rest of her.
My sister is blond, too.
Her legs, tan and curvaceous, go on for miles
(They are, in her own words, her best feature.)
Sometimes, when her boyfriend comes home during the holidays
And she is back from college,
She greets him with a leap and loud cry,
Wrapping them around his waist, and her arms behind his neck,
As she kisses him, hard on the mouth.
I am envious.
Not of my friend's hair or teeth.
Not of my sister's long, long legs, and her natural enthusiasm.
No, I envy how easy it is for them to touch-
As if they are simply breathing.
I have always been hyper aware of my surroundings
In a way other girls seem not to be.
In a crowded bus on our way to a game my teammate doesn't particularly notice
Her leg pressed against mine as she t
every time my friend says dykeI lay myself down in bed at nightevery time my friend says dyke in Free Verse More Like This
Curl into a ball and shut my eyes tight
Behind closed lids I see pretty faces
I can't sleep; my mind paces.
I'm in the worst kind of hell
It feels so good but I can't tell
My friends won't understand
It's due to fate's hand.
This wasn't part of their plan
I was supposed to find a man
Preferably an asshole with a wide grin
That flipped my world and set it in a spin.
One with a rocking bod: can you say abs of steel?
Too bad for them, I don't see the appeal.
I'm standing at the very edge, terrified to jump
Yet at the same time, eager for a bump.
I open my lips to speak,
Unable to utter even a squeak.
Someone, please, tell me what to do-
I think I'm going insane.
This push and pull is tearing me apart
I take a step, but return to the start.
Truth is a gun and it's no fun,
This agony I'm in.
I know the words I'm supposed to say,
I repeat them to myself each day.
Yet every time the moment comes
My head pounds, my heart drums.
I choke on my tongue,
Ask for a
Always and Forever Chpt. 1Isn't it strange, this thing called love? How we spend all our days in the search of it only to throw it away once we have it in our grasp. Such a powerful emotion it is, that skips beats of hearts and arranges the very structure of our bones; that causes a stirring in the very bottom of our souls and makes us feel...alive!Always and Forever Chpt. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And yet, how do you know it is love when one has never felt it before? How do we know our hearts desire if we never sit down and listen to it for a moment amongst the hustle and bustle of our lives? How do we know that the fluttering of our hearts was due to the real thing, or due to our imaginations running riot in our heads?
Just the other day you looked me in the eye and I felt such a rush of emotion; you said my name and I could feel the blood rising to my cheeks; your hand brushed mine as we were walking and my fingers urged to grab it and intertwine themselves in your own. Then I took a step back.
I took a step back and pondered on my new feelings and d
Kagamine Rin - Meltdown lyricsKagamine Rin - Meltdown lyrics in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The lights of the town are shining
With a chilly pain like ether anesthetic
Unable to sleep at 2 A.M.
Everything is changing so fast
The lighter's out of oil
My stomach is nervously burning inside
If everything is such a lie
Then it really would be better
In a broken dream I wrapped my dirty hands around your neck
On an early afternoon, overflowing with light
I dreamed, with eyes full of tears
of cinching your narrow throat
I want to dive into
a nuclear reactor
Surrounded by beautiful blue light
If I dive into
the nuclear reactor
then I can let it all go
On the other side of the balcony
I hear the sound of someone running up the stairs
The cloudy sky makes a shadow
which falls on the room through the window panes
In the scattering twilight
The sun is red, like teary eyes
Bit by bit, as if melting
Little by little this world is dying
In a broken dream I wrapped my dirty hands around your neck
beneath curtains rustled by a breeze
The words overflow from your
dried up lips, like bubbles
Half Broken SwordHalf Broken Sword in Free Verse More Like This
I took it upon myself to love and care for you
While your pain is unbearable, my love remains true
I sold my soul to become your shining light
I made my resolve to stand up and fight
As I heard the sounds of the music you play
I thought that my heart would never go astray
Just as I thought things were coming along
I'd never realize that fate would prove me wrong
As the blessings I gave turned out to be a curse
I would fear that things will only get much worse
All traces of what makes me human have been lost
My love for you would later be the cost
As things get worse for I'm about to see
A person whom I called a friend betrayed me
As she expressed interest in the boy who was my heart
It felt like my whole body got ripped apart
Everything I gave has been for naught
I started to question why I ever fought
As you now lay in the arms of the one who betrayed me
The only thing I have left is a broken heart and misery
As my mind and my heart descend into darkness
The negative and evil thoughts
Reaching Out To SanityReaching Out To Sanity in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can hear the music,
playing in my head...
That brick wall melody,
that leaves me dry and bled.
Back out, unsound, way past
The naive embrace,
clutched like the withering vine,
so doubted in commonplace.
That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog.
In my wake do I hear that music
of the morbid and downtrodden sound...
Sweet, the symphony of my imagination...
the chaos, although so profound.
Stained, my face with the misery
Of this occupation of thought,
not much, yet the burdens are stiff
within the acidic net, am I forever caught.