Infused With LoveThe ever-present sadness presses downInfused With Love in Free Verse More Like This
And when I gasp for air one last desperate time
It's your love that finds my lips.
It seeps in with the oxygen
Adding strength to my weak body
Filling my lungs and stiffening my spine
When I am infused with you love
I am strong and unstoppable.
I don't know what I would do without you
I don't know if I'd survive by myself
Or if I could bring myself to wake up
Get on with my life.
Without you there is only emptiness
That hollow beating in my chest
Echoing around my vacant skull
Deep EnoughNever deep enoughDeep Enough in Free Verse More Like This
The pain always burrows deeper
Constantly just beyond my fingertips
I can dig forever but the pain will always evade,
My fingertips brushed with sharp steel
I will never reach deep enough to pull the pain out
I can have inch deep wounds and it will never be
Covered in raised, ugly, angry, red scars
Still not deep enough.
My search is futile, but I have to try
This is all I know.
The pain and the never ending chase.
Her Eyes She hated you with a burn so hot she couldn't control it. With a gaze that made you shift under its attention. She never wanted you near, did anything to push you away, out of her life.Her Eyes in Short Stories More Like This
She shoved so hard that your bones broke and something inside you shattered. You became angry, mean, and self destructive. Being near her made you ache and quake with something worse than rage. You stopped seeing her. You just couldn't stand to see the face that broke you with hate. You turned inward searching for the piece she despised so you could rip it out. You wanted to tear yourself limb from limb looking for the offensive part of your soul. You wanted to remove everything from inside in the hopes that you'd remove the bad parts along with everything else. You'd rather be empty of everything than be burned by a look. You wanted to feel whole again, so you chased other girls looking for a gaze drenched in love. But you were so young, what were you expecting? F
FingerprintsYour fingerprintsFingerprints in Free Verse More Like This
Haven't washed off yet.
They stay staining my scarred skin
I try to cut them off but they stay
Buried deep in my flesh.
MonstersWhite turns to pink,Monsters in Free Verse More Like This
Pink flows to red,
White peeks from underneath
Buried in the white
Is a river of purple
At a glance the line
Looks like a bruise
Under my flesh
But I know what it is
A pathway, living under my skin
Feeding oxygen to my fingertips
Breathe in, breathe out
I close my eyes
Imagine life different
See a smiling face
Dancing in rays of sun
A smile forms on my lips
It lingers for a moment
But it is a lie
So I give it up
Here alone, on my own,
No prying eyes,
I don't have to fake it.
Letting the red flow
It drips of my fingertips
They're getting less oxygen now.
I walk to the mirror
Looking in my eyes
I see the truth
I don't know what's in there.
Racing ThoughtsThoughts in me head are racingRacing Thoughts in Free Verse More Like This
Fighting for the lead like racehorses
But I'm getting tired of the same,
Repetitive bullshit I hear everyday
Mantras for my mood
A constant battle
Yet I am always loosing
Summer SnapshotsSummer’s all about snapshotsSummer Snapshots in Free Verse More Like This
Photographs not composed for beauty
Photos for the sake of memories
Look back, thumbing through summers past
Memories dog-eared and worn
Favorites consumed in a fog of sweet nostalgia
Missing the pieces of yourself you shed
Shrugging off personalities you’d outgrown
Running from cops under starry skies
Underage drinking, passing a bottle around
Taking hits to try to catch the clouds
Leaving your name scrawled in public places
The nights I thought I was cool
I left myself behind,
Traded in bad behavior for sneaking out
Silent summer nights, stealthily slipping
Out the window, onto the garage roof
Tip-toe to the edge and jump
Run through the dew damp grass to salvation
Couldn’t sleep, trapped alone in the dark
Struggling to not tear through my skin
So I simply leave; run away from the monsters in my head
Suicidal SecretsNo one was supposed to knowSuicidal Secrets in Free Verse More Like This
They weren’t supposed to tell
That night was meant to be contained
I didn’t want people to talk
They came home to a dark house
Couldn’t find me anywhere
Looked everywhere, called out my name
I was discovered upstairs
Unconscious in the bathtub
The water stained with blood
Too much blood, I was unresponsive
His strong arms reached under me
Soaking his shirt he lifted me
She was distraught, screaming my name
Sent to dial 911 as they looked over my body
Deep cuts up my arms still openly bleeding
He grabbed the first aid kit holding gauze to my wounds
Paramedics arrived and rushed me out
I woke up in the hospital
An IV giving me a blood transfusion
A nimble fingered nurse stitching my wounds
I broke down in sobs, everything was worse
I was a failure again, a suicidal freak
Sentenced to two weeks locked in a crazy house
Where I belong with the rest of my kind
No one but my family knew
No one else should know
No one was supposed to tell
Things That Make Me Happy Part 1Take To the Sky by Owl CityThings That Make Me Happy Part 1 in Emotional More Like This
Jasper kisses (my cat)
That moment where you feel you belong
Kitties rolling over
Spice cake with orange peels on the icing
Falling asleep to rain on the roof
Walking snowy forests alone
Star gazing with someone
Finishing puzzles, that last piece
Seeing my favorite band live
Being part of a massive crowd
Feeling a connection with someone
Picking and carving a pumpkin
Ryan Mullinix (boyfriend)
Being around my boyfriends family
Snuggling under blankets in the cold
Being able to tell he's asleep from his breathing
Being "that annoying couple" for a laugh
Re reading my poems
Parrots that talk
Newfoundland's, dogs so big they look like bears
My cats greeting
Shopping cart escalators
Living Life Like a CrazyMany misfortunes brought us hereLiving Life Like a Crazy in Free Verse More Like This
A dull eyed herd of children
Missing home, missing life
The life we used to have
Before all of what brought us here happened
Before life went dark
Maybe not all of us are lost
Some are slightly bright eyed still
Hope left somewhere deep inside
Hidden and buried under the rubble life piles on
As we fall apart and crumble
We are brought here to survive
To attempt the impossible, to build ourselves back up
Put everything back together
The process is harder than anything
We have yet to face, harder than the horrors
It is long, arduous, and painful
We build up, than crumble
Crying at the loss
But we are safe from ourselves here
A padded infirmary, a small asylum
Complete with small colorful pills
A swallow and gulp to make us sane
A small group of not-quite-right kids
Forming a band through craziness
Life on a psych ward
Life locked up
Living like a crazy
Pirate: The Legend of Chenbeard 1 - 2Pirate: The Legend of ChenbeardPirate: The Legend of Chenbeard 1 - 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: Dirty Work
Release One: Pages 4 - 7
CHENBEARD RAN UP to the group of pilgrims that were approaching the stream and upon reaching their group he dropped to his knees and began to plead with them, "Sirs! Please excuse this ragged man and take pity on him," he said, his strange brogue vanishing instantly to be replaced by perfect Common. "My companion and I were waylaid by bandits and she managed to escape them by hiding near the stream. They've taken all of my clothing and possessions and though I don't much care for the loss of my material wealth, I would like to beg you desperately for a set of robes to wear. Without them, I fear I will be unable to enter the holy city and my pilgrimage will end here in failure. I have little doubt that the Gods have sent the bandits to punish me for some of my past wrongdoings, but I hope that you can be my salvation and grant me a second chance to complete my journey."
My Beautiful FilthMy Beautiful Filth:My Beautiful Filth in Free Verse More Like This
We'll start with the rose petals
scattered lavishly across the bed
A symbolic collage of my broken thoughts
like memories crushed and thrown into the winds
they lie where they fall, forever forgotten...
Tacks and nails shall line the floor!
A perfect representation of my painful steps
To walk forward was to suffer
to stand still was to endure
Like the insults thrown at me, like the physical abuse
they drive their way into my skin and remain embedded
Unable to be removed except by force
And now comes the masterpiece, the perfect finishing touch
A wall of words and photographs depicting my sorrows and greivances
The filthy shame of these long years and the pain which I've kept inside
Now I engrave it into this concrete canvas...
Let all the world know of what was done to me
even as I part from it...
For in death I swear they shall have no reprieve!
In life I wanted to be beautiful and in death I shall finally be so
For the weight of
Oh No I Know A Dirty WordOh No I Know A Dirty Word:Oh No I Know A Dirty Word in Free Verse More Like This
Oh me, oh my, these are dirty words
How low-class, vulgar and simply absurd
You must be a thug, you've no sense of style
Let me sip some tea that was made erstwhile
I shall proceed to comment about who you are
and pointlessly engage you in a mental spar
I must prove my point to be whole you see
for the protection of the word is a duty to me
See I love to pretend that I'm someone pure
Never dirtied a sentence or darkened a door
It's like I'm holy and utterly clean
So don't take my tone as being mean
I'm simply trying to help you right?
Let me show you how to be a snob on sight
Never use the language meant for 'boobs'
do you realise it's a synonym for a gormless rube?
Ah ha! You didn't, that means I'm right
My intellect wins; have you seen the light?
Oh my, what are you doing, that knife looks sharp
Eek! Help! You're stabbing my heart!
And that is why I killed him your honour...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th September 2012
Shot to HellShot to Hell:Shot to Hell in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life
Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...
Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and wait for the water to fill my lungs
All of a sudden, quick as a flash, I ended up here
here in this realm of flames and smoke, dust and death, desolation and sorrow...
As the pillars of fire reached for the sky, I found myself drifing down
deep into the depths of this realm, like a cartridge spent from a gun
At first, I was confuse
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:I Know You Hate Me Now But... in Free Verse More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
Someday I'd Like to Be A PirateSomeday I'd Like to Be A Pirate in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Someday I'd Like to Be A Pirate:
Someday I'd like t' be a pirate and sail across the seven seas.
I always thought it might be nice t' feel the ocean breeze.
I've always dreamt of findin' treasure, stashed away in a hidden box,
And then after I drop the anchor I'd burst open the locks!
Dubloons I'd find and diamonds t' keep, trinkets worth a life;
Or maybe I'd find a sacred sword or a really ancient knife!
But as I grew, I was soon t' learn, that dreams do not come true.
How many times have I seen a man be strangled till he's blue?
How many days have I watched them stumble, cursin' ill their fate.
When none would reach a helping hand, their heart would fill with hate.
I grew t' question th' ways of Kings who whipped the backs o' men,
More labour earned with blood and sweat while the preachers say 'Amen!'
Donations are given t' temples rich, while the poor are in the street;
So many souls are quickly trampled beneath their ugly feet....
Where first I believe the world was fair, no
Sending Me To HellSending Me To Hell:Sending Me To Hell in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes, as the black smoke fills the air.
Incense burned to create a semi-choking sensation.
A tiny inkling of the perceived suffering,
But it is enough to make this difficult...
Next, wounds are carefully opened.
Patterns carved into the flesh,
Resembling the nine circles of suffering.
As each begins to form a red river,
An ocean pools beneath my stained elbows.
In the distance I hear the cackling of witches;
Accompanied always by the mad shrieks of those beyond.
Already they can taste the red wine that I ooze
And eagerly, their tongues wag; anticipating the feast.
Concentrate...I have to concentrate
My teeth grind together, as I force them shut,
The pressure causes my jaws to ache and my body soon stiffens.
It seizes up like an iron vault, my mind its secret mechanism;
Twisting, turning, seeking the accepted combination.
I can feel them now, reaching for me...
Tongues begin to lick at my open wounds,
Lustfully salivating unto m
Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:Immortal Butterfly in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was somethi
This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:This is for the Reader in Free Verse More Like This
With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...
When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light
So this is the only way, that I can
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks
I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the game
It felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lame
But then you taught me that no matter what, you were here
You read the worst of my works and put
Dragon BloodForged from the souls of the bravest of menDragon Blood in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They are tempered in the flames of eternal war
Ever will they stand against the tides of evil
For the dark shall claim no more
In the burning mountains of the Dragonkin
It is Man who swore a sacred oath
For in exchange for the Dragon's blood
Man must now protect them both
I speak of the legends; these Gods of battle
Warriors clad in suits of steel
They come as champions of a greiving world
And all shall learn to kneel
But not in supplication, nor out of dominance
We kneel in reverence of the bringers of light
These warriors imbued with the Eternal Flame
Shall chase the shadows of night
No more will the creatures of the swirling Nether
Defile the stability of our hearts and our homes
Today we stand as men of freedom
For our lives are now our own
Yet this is also a sombre day
One that is marked by the scar of grief
For some have not survived the change
But at least their pain was brief
But think not of
your white blood cellsIn the city Safeway parking lotyour white blood cells in Free Verse More Like This
he turns catatonic. Throws his full weight
against the steering wheel so many times;
rigor-mortises his nails
into the underside of the seat
into the palms of his hands
until blood spreads under his nail-beds
and the upholstery screams.
The windows shake with the pitch
of our enduring silence.
He stares out at the rain,
curls his fingers around a metal pin
he pulls from his pocket;
hammering the horn so many times
I imagine his own words will
And at last,
he begins to breathe again.
"She's gonna die," he whispers.
"I know," I answer.
And I know
that we can't return to who we were
before this happened.
I try and take his hand,
and once he takes it, he won't let go.
When he squeezes my hand
I squeeze it back, tighter
when we finally peel our palms apart two hours later,
the imprint of an angel's wing
still carves its prayer into my skin,
God I miss you.
Poem For the Man - (Sara)I can tell your eyes beam when you speak of her.Poem For the Man - (Sara) in Free Verse More Like This
I can tell your heart aches like a rotting casket every time
I ask of her, but I know I have to. Because agony
often needs prompting if you're ever to begin the process of
unbinding the girdles wrapped about your knees.
I know your knees are heavy;
because your voice stumbled and buckled on the first hello
like you tripped over a dead body that had only ever
lived with regret;
because you paused and I felt the walls of your what if's and should have's
bump against my own like straining helium balloons.
I know colours and elasticity are just fanfares, another layer
of watered-down paint.
I know your soul bakes like it's still laid flat in Phoenix,
rusted, waiting to be ironed "man" again;
that the layers of your skin shrink and shrivel like bark
gasping to peeled from the sunburned surface of a tree;
that the lines on your palms seem to tally all the things you
have ceased to have done;
that the lines kissing each corner of
JackMy grandmother fell in love with my grandfather when his skin was still yellow with malaria.Jack in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At twenty-four, he had just returned from war, his pockets heavy as his heart, weighed down with souvenir scars and unspent bullets. Gaping trenches hung beneath each of his dark eyes like open, sore wounds, or sorer memories. At nineteen, she had not known the taste of oranges. The first time she held one, she bit straight into the pasty skin, expecting sweetness and coming up with shell-fragments.
In the pictures, my grandmother, radiant in her gray wedding dress, stands before my grandfather. Those trenches are still there, still yawning beneath each eye like caskets, but they are beginning to fold under, to fill themselves in. Standing together, they are joined by out-stretched hands, his free fingers reaching up to hold her cheek in his palm, the pale skin there blushing the softest pink: a single petal, unfolding, held erect in his hewn hands. In the pictures, it is there in the space lef
NothingWhen I heard,Nothing in Free Verse More Like This
I was ensnared in my marching band
and could not properly collapse
half-naked in the bathroom,
trying to knot my shoelaces
-friends and not-so-friendlys looking on-
as grief stuck me
straight in the stomach
again & again
until I cried:
on the bleachers,
in the dinner line,
crouched on the curb,
standing before the tree
pinned with pictures and white
my own newly hung ghost
untying itself in the wind
as I stared at the sillouette,
falling to my knees, fists clenching the
sure I had
nothing and simultaneously
Thoughts from BedlamI begin to mourn senselesslyThoughts from Bedlam in Free Verse More Like This
for things buried in the cracks in boxes
where I once stacked postcards and notebooks full of character-flaws.
A rotten film rolls beneath my finger:
particles of dust and the crumbling corpses of acorn maggots,
crumpled notes from middle school with love letters still fumbled between
"I slept on the school bus and had to walk half a mile back home.
It was raining and I was reading Fallout by that Hopkins lady;
I kept thinking that I liked her line breaks, and kept wondering
why the stars never eclipse like the sun."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"My mother wept because my sneakers were so muddy
and made me repeat our phone number until I could recite backwards.
I have yet to learn it forwards."
"That seems like a waste of a question…You can ask another…if you want."
"I wrote a poem. It's not really about you, just about life and pizza crusts
and how I never eat them in public because the sauce can get stuc
*underageand I wonder, on*underage in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
coffin-flavored nights, why they
say drinking is bad.
AppoggiaturaWriting -Appoggiatura in Free Verse More Like This
not a creation
but a translation.
Emotions made tangible -- legitimized.
Music manipulated into syllables; staff and key signatures
stretched in line breaks and semicolons; melodies thrumming
like fingers on a typewriter: 16th note runs, breath , marks,
and tri-pl-et quarters.
Whisper sharps and flats [accidentals] like poetic-license; throw pens down
in anger and slash out entire phrases: repeat(s). Return to the beginning and twist
the laws, because limitations were made to be tested.
Speak l e g a t o s
and staccatos through double-reed lips [slender, smooth sentences curling around
mouthpieces, churning beneath your fingers, convoluting and spiraling into fragments.
Choppy bits of fever.]
The spaces between ledger lines are all that's needed to
fill the silence between enharmonic screams;
a sigh of air; a rich naissance of sound [oaken]:
bass clef, bold; bariton
woo the lackluster, tantalizing tableauThere must be a waywoo the lackluster, tantalizing tableau in Free Verse More Like This
to splatter a tub-full
of this much daylight
on other places
to capture the propensity of
the backyard gate to swing and sl
am in the same movement.
to tease the greatest painters
in the world with that sunset
- that one, right there, with
violet and olive green
and a dash of mulberry.
to plunge your hands into
the sound of leaves blowing
and the sight of them swirling on
their branches, and to close your eyes
and sense the change in the air currents
as the shadows blanket your face.
There must be a way
to do so
would make me feel safe,
a tad secure,
and positively necessary.
I'm at a pay phone,looking for you in the paper-thin pages,I'm at a pay phone, in Free Verse More Like This
and it's so ironic.
I spent my last four quarters on narcotics
that I'm too afraid to take,
and I could really use some gum right now
to wedge my jaw open for a while.
The doctors are braiding your biggest bones
and I'm in the backseat of a stranger's car
trying to weave loops of rainbow-soaked cotton together,
hoping to keep my brain from going
numb like fingers in winter-pelted pools.
Something tells me
if I caught a scent of you,
I would never let go.
With A BangI don't think I'd ever meet anyone quite like her if she'd died that night.With A Bang in Short Stories More Like This
She's sketching. I'm looking over her schoulder because I'm curious. I'm always curious when she'd doing something. It's always something incredible and fantastic and beautiful. She doubts these words when she hears them.
She's using red now. It's not bright red, or brick red, which is this weird orange-red that's just bullshit, it's this pretty scarlet red. Whatever she's drawing must be bleeding or blossoming and quite frankly it looks like both.
She's dyed her hair again. It's the same color as the crayola she's using. Her red hair goes in every which direction. It bobs with the way she moves and it expresses her firey soul which is quickly burning out. It's smoldering and I'm kind trying to bring it back to life, but it's hard.
I don't know if I can save her.
I really hope I can because it's such bullshit that someone who use to shine as bright as her is still so blinding as she's goin' out.
Star Studded SuturesI swallowed my stars and sealed my future, I see a girl with many sutures.Star Studded Sutures in Free Verse More Like This
After MorganAfter Morgan in Profiles More Like This
Name: After Morgan
Killjoy name: Apis Queen
Exterminator name: Miss White
Series: The Golden Age of Repossession
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Pale Blonde [sun bleached]
Weight: 123 lbs
Birthday: March 20th, 1990
Sexual Orientation: In Question
Discerning Marks: Two bullet scars on her right shoulder, monroe birthmark [activator for left eye scenery]
Tattoos/Piercings: A scarlet heart on her chest, her sister's name [Forever] on her left should, an infinity sign behind her ear and toxic daisy's on her right leg extending from her ankle to her thigh
Makeup: Heavy melted eyeliner, faded scarlet or black lipstick
Killjoy Outfit: [all items naturally dirtied by situations] White worn leggings/jeggins, black holster belt [complete with black ray gun and spray painted bee symbol], cut up white shirt, altered white blazer, black motorcycle gloves and worn black combat boots [was once a draculoid outfit, altered]
Exterminator Outfit: A large floppy black hat, large round su
Prototype Forever MorganPrototype Forever Morgan in Profiles More Like This
Name: Forever Morgan
Killjoy name: Trigger Motivation
Series: The Golden Age of Repossession
Hair: Pale Blonde [sun bleached] with black streaks
Weight: 138 lbs
Birthday: October 31st, 1996
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Discerning Marks: a half done gaslow smile, left side [meaning only one side of her mouth is scarred from cutting] and a small scar on her right index finger
Tattoos/Piercings: Two pairs of opened scissors on her collar bone opened , her older sister's name tattooed on her right shoulder [After], angel bites, size 0 gauges
Makeup: water proof mascara
Outfit: Worn torn up dark blue jeans, white tank top, black pilot boots, hoodie with batman logo. She often wears her hair in a scrunchie and a pair of altered aviators.
Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada
Bio: After Morgan's younger sister. Forever is technically After's daughter according to the dna charts. This is Koarse's middle child who has never techni
Isla MoldeIsla Molde in Profiles More Like This
Name: Isla Molde
Series: Skeleton Characters
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Dyed Turquoise
Weight: 142 lbs
Birthday: June 22, 1993
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Discerning Marks: A birthmark on her left hand
Tattoos/Piercings: two regular piercings
Makeup: Classic pin up but without mascara
Clothing Style: Usually a mix between retro and classic
Hometown: Layton, Utah
Bio: This is Isolde Moldova's "other" persona used while attending public school or when Isolde decides to get away from home; it was created while trying to find relief from paparazzi. This profile is merely a reference to Isolde's double life appearance.
Where You LieYou once told me to dry my eyes, but that is not where my hurt lies.Where You Lie in Free Verse More Like This
You think I'm LonelyYou hide so well under my skin.You think I'm Lonely in Free Verse More Like This
Twisting & Turning.
Screaming & Burning.
It's like you could almost be alive.
I like where you are, but how could you go so far?
My skull begins to crack as you begin to...
I'm sleeping only with myself tonight, wishing to just dry my eyes.
Where was I when you cried?
By your side.
Is there a big bend in your heart where I can just slide in and die?
Still LifeThere is paper under all this skin.Still Life in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Glass under all this bone.
Love under all this blood.
PoliticianYou have confused your noble cause with a greed-crazed power.Politician in Free Verse More Like This
No wander about it, just lust.You were a mid-morning train wreck,No wander about it, just lust. in Free Verse More Like This
the embodiment of poetry.
& my clavicles whispered too many nothings
about your summer storm hands,
folding like paper cranes
to make wishes upon themselves.
wishes are for the weak-
do something about this quaking heart
& freezing fingers.
I think I found God then,
Heart:a rebellionHeart: in Free Verse More Like This
in her chest.
she's got skin
unworthy to write
she tapes those
to her limbs
I think you left a piece of you in me.This tangled mess you call a heart,I think you left a piece of you in me. in Free Verse More Like This
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
The rule of nines.I know more about half-moon palmsThe rule of nines. in Free Verse More Like This
than most know about
the kind that beg dandelion child,
I know about forged castle ribs & broken homes.
Myths that are half fact & imaginary friend
turned bogieman -
Fangs that tear clear through ice-bone hearts
like they are nothing but pretty paper
to be folded over, again & again & again
by the hands of quivering youths:
Icarus, the reincarnated
sky conqueror searching for warmth.
Universe GirlsheUniverse Girl in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love
while he was
still a planet;
she could only manage
to fall in love
with shooting stars
in the glare of your eyes.
what more could you truly ask
from a universe girl?
It tastes like love.I could speak of her in riddles,It tastes like love. in Free Verse More Like This
in aged, anatomy textbook terminology-
but, I wont.
You see, I cuffed this angel to my bedpost.
I sank my teeth into feathers she wore like a cage
and asked if I was dreaming, because Love,
you're not holding me. If you only knew the you in my head,
every night--tearing with these heavenly fingers
at the cracks in my sanity- you would allow me this!
Her tongue tastes my tears; nails clawing, clawing, clawing-
she takes away my pain,
but she doesn't belong to me either.
"We are but wolves.
Tell me, what does my blood taste like?"
August Lover,I want to wrap myself in your air,August Lover, in Free Verse More Like This
hold your secrets between my
ribcage-embrace & just
FrostI am devouring chaos,Frost in Free Verse More Like This
chasing it down with winter's chill.
Spare me your fingerprints,
summer's lovechild. Those knowing owl eyes
have me second guessing the wild churning
in my bones. You are the sleep that sweeps
my eyelashes, drowning me in my own daydreams.
When was it...
that you plastered yourself to my ribcage?
Hear me howl.Tell me again, Father,Hear me howl. in Free Verse More Like This
I’m the perfect daughter-
when all I want to be
is the crescent moons
resting like strong soldiers
in the grooves of my palms.
I am but
quaking with frostbite,
numbed with rage.
A wolf's jaw:
locked, teeth tearing
into the chilled flesh
of your neck.
Post MortemI am a walking, talking universe of dead poetsPost Mortem in Free Verse More Like This
who tattoo their stanzas into my flesh
with ghostly, typewriter fingers.
I live and breathe their worldly disasters
like a nicotine addiction I've never had.
Drowning in their scribbles
I kiss their shoreline romances,
envy their Annabel Lee's,
& carry their hearts in my heart.
I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings:
a half drunk, hungover limerick
waiting to happen.
I am jealousy:
nothing more than weak words,
& a tongue-tied cliche-
but death becomes me.
something i should've written a year agoare you happy?something i should've written a year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you hear that, but you don't actually ask yourself if you're happy.
you assume you are,
you expect yourself to be, you should be,
it's not important enough to think about-
because what if you aren't?
it's last summer again.
you've locked yourself out of your car
and we're sitting with our knees crossed
on the pavement in front of kate's house.
somewhere, you can hear fireworks,
but you know they're illegal because the town is too broke
to put on a show this year.
you know no one minded.
look at me now-
what if you're miserable?
july cruises in like a convertible or some equally hot shit.
standing by the sealit water,
i watch you roll down your window
to let the heat fall in.
that was the night we were under the stars
and in the sand, despite the poor blanket's best efforts.
we drank italian sodas and blew straw wrappers at each other.
we ate too much and i didn't cry.
crying came later. maybe a couple weeks.
crying came in your car when you told me
you swore to yourself
constellations are just bodiesyou left me in my bed-constellations are just bodies in Free Verse More Like This
i was crying-
when you walked down my stairs
for the last time.
you were to spend the night-
you lived hours away-
until you told me
you couldn't do this
i was fine-
you were just a constellation-
until your words
forced images of my last love
before my mind's eye.
i cried before you-
i hadn't cried in months-
but i didn't cry for you.
in retrospect, as you closed my door-
it was the last time-
my only thought is
why didn't we fuck
before saying goodbye?
newnessi should have been wholernewness in Free Verse More Like This
the moon as it waxes
my breath as it wanes
blue in the night air,
i hope it spreads like wildfire.
i am writhing in my weak skin,
a dance like salt from the sea
in all its midnight shines.
i feel a strong beat
in my heart,
a deep breathing pulsing
in the cage of my chest.
it is like constellations,
my body, home.
it is like the whole house hums.
tonight is static electric.
if your body could talk,
it would tell you
it loves me
even if your heart doesn't.
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you, in the crowd,
the one panicking about reading
or the mess at home
or the sheer volume of people
pressing into you like corners;
the woman who birthed me into this world
through hours of agony
as though that wasn't enough
because doctor appointment after therapy appointment after residential stay after thirtieth pound lost,
i've put you through countless
warped into months of agony
you never asked for;
and you, oh, mostly you.
you, because as hard as i've beaten my own heart into the wall,
and as deep as i let you bury mine,
i know, somehow, i managed to do the same to you.
you left, and i left two weeks after.
every night was a terror;
every morning was a letdown.
i ached constantly
and threw myself into books
like they would become oxygen masks until i could breathe on my own again.
and here's the thing, you know,
because you would knock my legs out from under me again and again.
"let's fall back in love," you'd say,
and i would fall to
hinc illae lachrimaeyou've got wrists of an angelhinc illae lachrimae in Free Verse More Like This
bent back far enough
to welcome a silver kiss
to fall like dust
the ash of a human once born.
it's enough to
fall in love with fervor
a fever strung like faerie lights
between my knees.
you're used to resting elbows
on the shelves of my hips,
you're used to resting teeth
on the ledge of my lips,
to use me like a bed
instead of a person,
something to lean into.
i want something harder.
the first kiss of alcohol
pressing its tongue
onto an empty stomach.
the gasp of a freshly opened wound.
i don't need your pain
to make me feel worth it.
i have a favorite scar
and it is not from you.
need your hurt
to make me
the vomiting crowd of coney islandthe destructive walls are shadedthe vomiting crowd of coney island in Free Verse More Like This
in grey and i am remembering
every feeling i have forgotten-
i am terrified.
this is a city that never sleeps,
the bones of my chest thrumming
like taxi cabs in the streets,
my fingers shaking
in want for comfort and solace
i am not standing
in lorca's vomiting crowd-
i am his vomiting crowd,
looking high and low
and between my clenched fists
for catharsis and purification,
for the reason of this illness
pressed against my skin,
for the indefinable sickness
i drown in like bubbles of spit
day in and day out.
i fear the restraints
i've placed for myself,
that they may not be there
or are not in fact real.
i am caught within a sticking web
of decaying sweetness,
coney island's cotton candy,
yet it is not a trap.
i am afraid of love
and that it holds me back.
i am afraid of love
because i am used to skin on skin,
when the drum beats meet.
i am afraid of love
because it is so far stretched
over these thousand miles,
that i fear it mig
the first poem i wrote since i told you i love youthe star-soaked stainsthe first poem i wrote since i told you i love you in Free Verse More Like This
that covered our nudity
gives way at last
to a tequila sunrise,
so low in the sky;
it's still bright enough
to sting my eyes,
and yet i can't bring myself
to hate it.
your body next to mine,
every effort is made
to move a heavy limb
because any space
is space i don't want.
i am sometimes humbled
by my feelings,
the way they swell
in my throat
just how the ocean
tastes the shore.
there is always something new
to find hidden in my heart,
summoned by my words,
or the salt of your skin
wearing like wind on shale
i don't think i can ever tell you
i love you enough.
if i could, i would never get dressed
so that you could never be sad-
a rewind every time
my clothes touch the floor,
never anything but nude, not naked
because with you i can be bare
i can let you see my entirety
and leave my arms uncrossed,
i can let you in
and not fear that you will break me,
or force my inner things out.
i can love you with open arms
and my lip
sandstormthere is sand in my teethsandstorm in Free Verse More Like This
from days i don't remember;
hot-sun deserts singeing
the hairs on the back of my neck,
feet back from burns:
i know what it's like
playing with fire.
i know how to perch
like birds on my thin toes
along a wire,
i know the electricity
coursing through the rubber,
a centimetre from death:
i have yet to fall.
on precarious precipices,
i am wondering if my wings still work,
or if i've purged them out;
if they've atrophied from my back,
or filled with bile.
the sand shifts
and i am looking at bone.
a skeleton, full and articulate.
the desert has charred him black;
his skin has burned away.
in his teeth
he will never remember.
my dead gay brother becomes memore and more i am becoming an invisible monster.my dead gay brother becomes me in Free Verse More Like This
i can't cry without an audience
i am willing to bend and bend and bend and
to just get a little
love love love lovelvoe lvoelve love love love
i will do anything for you if you just tell me you love me
i am a nobody
with backbreaking pains to become something beautiful
and if i can't have that
i want to be invisible
i want to be nothing
oh how i wish it wasn't so
as nothing as i am
i want you to love me.
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every time you love me.
i want to show how loudly i shake,
enough to break
faults and how it will never be yours,
and bring down skylines
when you aren't here.
there are seven weeks until my blood runs blank,
but it is so full tonight
it could drown a man.
i hope it drowns you,
the way it carries the only beautiful thing about me
my heart, my love.
it's time you pull together
your telephone wires and breathe stars
back into my body-
it was so dark without you.
there was no moon,
just the kind of black
you know could be no emptier.
i am effulgent again
with the ways i've needed to feel,
i am bursting with fire
instead of hurting, i heal,
and i'm still bright enough
to be burning like god speaks.
i myself speak too loud.
it's what happens at night when i let you love me
and my body writhes with glee
over something it has never known.
i'm afraid to wake the neighbours, or the sisters i'm loving as my own.
when i'm embarrassed by myself,
i won't ask you to hold
Moustached penguins (RomanoXReader)"Thanks a lot!" You exclaimed, hugging Antonio tightly around the neck. He'd gotten you a really neat moustache necklace, something you'd been eyeing up for months now. "No problem at all chica!" He laughed, his arms around you.Moustached penguins (RomanoXReader) in Romance More Like This
Next up was Francis' present. You giggled when you opened the small sachet, pulling out a pair of moustache earrings. And yes, they completely matched with Antonio's, they'd definitely thought that out. "Merci~" you cooed at the Frenchman, kissing his cheek.
He gave you a lecherous smile, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Gilbert grinned at you, his present hiding behind his back. "How bad do you want this frau?" He asked mischievously. In reply, you pouted, your head on tilt. "Very, very badly." You told him, inching closer to him.
"Okay then~" He offered you the present, letting you eagerly rip the paper off. "So, how do you like it?" he asked. You beamed up at him, holding up the jumper. The imprint on it said: "Start your day with a smile" and it had a lit
Rebel Rebel (TurkeyXReader)You hummed to yourself as you wiped down one of the tables in the food hall. As you were a volunteer you had to pretty much do as you were told, but you were acquainted with one of the main organisers, you did have a bit of a say in things.Rebel Rebel (TurkeyXReader) in Romance More Like This
“Adnan! Put some light into it!” You called at the teen who glowered at you. You were about the same age, and that put him off even more when he had to take orders from you. Growling, he rolled his sleeves up a bit more, his hood still covering most of his face.
He was one of the problem kids you’d met and unfortunately you’d been chosen as his supervisor. Which meant you had to stick with him most of the time. Sadik thought you to be a nuisance at first, but soon realised that you had no choice in the matter.
Slowly he was warming up to you, it was hard not to. He was a teenage boy after all and he couldn’t really complain when a pretty girl hung around him. In fact, at times, the two of you had really quite good conve
A stuffed chick (SH series)A stuffed chick (SH series) in Romance More Like This
... an adorable stuffed chick. You ran over to it and pounced on it. Good lord it was adorable! You snuggled into it, grinning like a moron. When you held it up, a piece of cloth around it unfolded and you saw it was a black and white flag tied round the neck of the chick.
Aww, it looked like it had a cape! That settles it! You clung onto the stuffed animal as if your life depended on it for the rest of the time. You didn't find anything else though so you bounced over to the counter and paid for it.
You hugged it as you walked towards the exit when a guy stopped in front of you. He was doubled over and out of breath, so you wondered if he was okay. "Hey are you alright?" You touched his shoulder lightly.
He immediately straightened up with flair and struck a pose. "Of course I'm alright! I'm too awesome not to be!" "Erm okay..."
"Anyways fraulein, zhat bird of yours, vell I vant it back." You clutched it closer to you. "Why?! It's mine!" He sighed. "Look, I didn't mean for it to go on
Hasty (PrussiaXReader)The gentle wind ruffled some of your soft hair from your forehead. The book you'd been so engrossed in was resting on your stomach. The sunlight that filtered through the leaves created warm criss-cross patterns on your arms, that shifted every next moment.Hasty (PrussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
Your breath was as even as the ticking of a watch, perfectly balanced as you snored away gently. The comfortableness of the afternoon had sneaked up on you and had covered you with a light blanket of peaceful sleep.
Cue the quiet-destroyer. Gilbert smirked as he hovered over your figure, his lips ghosting over yours. He pressed his lips fervently against yours, tracing yours with his tongue.
Still groggy from the doze, you blinked your eyes to see the Prussian kissing you. When he saw your (e/c) orbs glare at him he pulled back a bit, still pressing his frame close to yours.
"......Hey frau." Your eyes widened at his blasé greeting. "Get the hell off of me." You threatened, your expression dark.
He merely smirked and shook his head.
Planting sunflowers (RussiaXReader)You giggled as you scrubbed the grit from your fingernails. It's finished! You thought euphorically, humming to yourself. A month or so ago, you'd decided to repay your friend, one of your best. Ivan had always helped you with everything and you felt it was time to tell him how grateful you were.Planting sunflowers (RussiaXReader) in Romance More Like This
He was misunderstood most of the time, because of his eternal childlike smile, but you knew him well so you could immediately see what he was feeling. Recently you started smiling all the time he was around you, always feeling happy when he did and just wanting to be with him.
You wanted to make him happy. And you knew he'd like your gift to him.
You'd asked him before if he could come over to you and you were planning on watching some films with him. That way you'd wait until the moon was out to show him.
The chime of the bell rang and you skipped to get it, opening the door to welcome in a cold Ivan. His pink scarf covered his face so that only above his nose was visible. Shivering he speed
The proper tea etiquette (EnglandXReader)You sighed after hearing your mother shouting up the stairwell for the thousandth time that morning. The servants had tried to get you out of bed but after a death-glare and several knuckle cracking's, they soon backed down, trembling.The proper tea etiquette (EnglandXReader) in Romance More Like This
You just had a terrible mood in the morning and it didn't help the fact that your mother had organised for a tutor to come to teach the way of the Lady, as she called it.
Grumbling, you slid out of bed, your hair sticking up in all angles imaginable.
After putting on some furry slippers, you went to your windowsill. There your babies sat, each flower a beautiful shade of the rainbow. A movement in the sandy drive caught your eye. You craned your neck and saw a wonderful Aston Martin pull up.
A figure stepped out of the door and his blond hair shone in the bright sunlight. His spectacles reflected the light so well, you couldn't even see the colour of his eyes, being concealed by the glasses as they were.
He glanced upwards, catching your eye.
Three roses (Valentine special~)You yawned, rubbing your tired eyes as you slouched into school. Maybe having an anime marathon wasn’t such a good idea after all... You wondered, dropping your bag to the floor as you twisted the numeric combination to your locker. Prising it open with a metallic squeak, you yawned sleepily once more, picking you books up to drop them into the corner.Three roses (Valentine special~) in Romance More Like This
A flash of colour caught your eye however, in fact several bright colours. Placing your books to the side of the curious things, you picked them up to examine them out of the darkness that lurked in the inside of your locker.
Three roses lay on your palm; one a bloody crimson, another a pristine white and the last one a vibrant lapis lazuli colour. Blinking in confusion, you looked around almost certain that these had been put in the wrong place.
When you turned back to your locker, you spotted a note. Picking it up, you set the roses down safely on top of your books.
Please meet me behind the school when the day is over.
Can I have a photo?(Conventiongoer JapanXReader)You mirrored Arthur's excitement, hopping up and down because you were so pumped. The bus drew closer and the two of you jumped on, receiving quite a few worried glances. Arthur straightened his bow-tie, his red fez perched jauntily on his blond mop.Can I have a photo?(Conventiongoer JapanXReader) in Romance More Like This
You yourself had fluffy kitty-ears on your head and a matching outfit. During the bus' sudden stops and turns, you talked non-stop about what had happened at last year's con, wondering what strange and brilliant new arrivals were awaiting you.
The moment the bus stopped you and your friend leapt out of the bus, sprinting like crazy to join the queue, which was getting dangerously long.
But luckily you already had your ticket and handed it over to be torn to the personnel at the gate. You were in!
Immediately, the con booth's were begging to be examined and you spent quite a long time scanning the various items and artefacts, ending up buying a plush Totoro and some manga.
Happily you and Arthur paraded down the aisles, Arthur often getting
Don't go (Male!BelarusXChubby!Reader)You glared at the ceiling, letting your eyes drop open and shut. It was almost as though by repeating this action again and again, you thought something would happen. Like waking from the dream of reality or something. Maybe if you blinked enough you’d be able to wake up.Don't go (Male!BelarusXChubby!Reader) in Romance More Like This
You could even see yourself waking up, although you’d be in a prettier body. No fat would cling to your stomach and hips, your arms wouldn’t be dimpled and you’d look fantabulous in every way. A tear rolled down your cheek and your brows crinkled as you started crying.
Why did you always torment yourself like this? Why, why, why did you always manage did bring yourself down? It’s not like you wanted to feel ugly or unwanted, so why on earth did you do it?
You started when you felt something heavy on your hips, opening your squeezed shut eyes and craning your neck to see what it was. Nikolai was frowning at you, propping himself up by his hands which he’d placed next to your face.
His return (Viking NorwayXReader)“They’re back!”His return (Viking NorwayXReader) in Romance More Like This
You started from your seat, standing up and glancing around at the other women of the village. “Quick, get to the pier!” You cried, lifting your skirts to dash to the waterfront. Sure enough, the dragon headed ship was slowly crawling its way back across the water.
When you saw the faint outline of a man at the front of the ship, your heart skipped a beat. You’d missed him for so long now, the memory of his touch fading each day and now he was finally returning to you.
He held his hand up in greeting and instantly the crowds of women and children responded by waving animatedly and yelling words of excitement when they recognised their king. Your king.
It seemed to take centuries for the ship to reach the pier, ropes being thrown out to secure the vessel; a lot of treasure was aboard and there was no way they were going to lose it after risking their lives for it.
A massive uproar wracked the crowd as Lukas started to descend from the
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 3The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3- Dragonfly
Ashley, Abbie and Andy were the last to get dropped off. Abbie looked up at the rather impressive-looking building in awe.
"You live there?" she asked, pointing to it.
"I live in an apartment in there," Andy corrected, swinging the bags over his shoulder. Abbie grabbed her duffle bags and fallowed him inside. They came to the elevator.
"You've been in one of these before, right?" Andy asked her. She shook her head and took a step back.
"Well, um... don't worry. It's perfectly safe," he assured her as the big metal doors opened in front of them. She looked at him wearily, but walked inside anyway, followed by Ashley and Andy. Andy pressed the right button and they were at the floor in minutes. Andy walked to one of the two doors on the floor and opened it with his key and Ashley walked to the other. Andy stepped inside and dropped the bags to the floor and motioned for Abbie to follow. She looked around his home. It was huge. There were big windows showing off the b
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 24The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 24 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 24- A Phone Call
After a few hours, Abbie practically jumped up when she remembered she still had her phone. The truck was completely dark and the soldiers had only checked in on them once to give them dirty water and tiny portions of hard, stale bread, so she figured it’d be safe to use it.
“What is it?” Angela asked eagerly. Abbie looked around to make sure no one was there, even though it was pretty pointless, she still wanted to be safe. Once she was sure there weren’t any unwanted ears listening in, she spoke hastily.
“My phone! I still have my phone!” she whispered. Angela looked at her wide eyed. Abbie nodded and pulled it out of her pants. She turned it on and hid it under her shirt to muffle the noise. She was disappointed to find that she didn’t have any texts waiting for her, but in the confusion she probably figured that nobody had remembered the girl’s gadget, considering she rarely used it. She looked at her clock. I
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 8The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 8- Party Animal
At the party, Abbie clung to Andy the whole time. The only people she knew there were the guys, Sammi, and Juliet, and she was too shy to talk to anyone else. She sighed and fidgeted with the skirt of her blue party dress that had a black under skirt and ruffles peaking out over the top. Andy was busy talking and laughing with his friends, and she felt a little out of place.
“Abbie!” Jake exclaimed a little ways away from her. She perked up and looked over at him. He was sitting on one of the white couches at the venue, his arm around a girl. He smiled and waved her over. She glanced at Andy, who didn’t seem to notice Jake, then shrugged and half-walked half-skipped over to the two.
“Abbie, this is my girlfriend, Ella. Ella, this is Andy’s adopted daughter, Abbie,” he introduced. Abbie looked at Ella. She was stunning. Her long, thick brown hair fell to the middle of her stomach. Her slim figure and long legs made the simple b
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 14The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 14- Stage Fright
When it was time for the guys to get ready, Ella and Lauren took Abbie to watch the rest of IAMX’s set. By the time they got there they only had time for two more songs, but Abbie didn’t care. She enjoyed herself, cheering with the other fans and singing along with the parts she knew. She loved seeing people perform and how lost they got in their music. She wondered what it felt like to stand on a stage and play your own creation in front of hundreds of screaming people that adored you more than you would have ever thought possible. Even after the band left the stage and the three girls made their way to the Main Stage, they could hear fans chanting IAMX’s name.
By the time they made it to the VIP Area, Sleeping with Sirens had already finished and Sammi, somehow, was already there waiting for them. Before they could get comfortable, CC walked on stage, kicking off the entire show. When they started playing Lost it All, Andy walked over and he
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 39The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 39 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 39- Realization
Abbie and Ella grew closer over the week they had spent together at Jinxx’s house, enough so that they could eat meals together (if you could even call the small portions Abbie consumed a meal) and have small conversations. Still, Abbie refused to sleep in Jinxx’s house and stayed outside at night. It reminded her of before she was even in the Black Army, even before she had found her tree cave. She didn’t have any nightmares when she slept as a horse. She didn’t dream at all. She liked it that way. She hated dreams, even the good kind.
On the morning she was supposed to go back to Sammi, she was surprised to hear another car drive up and another door slam shut. The mare looked up from her grazing (Jinxx decided eating grass would be better than for her to eat pancakes for every meal, so for breakfast she grazed) and cautiously watched the house. She shrank down to a human and didn’t dare look away from the door. She didn’t ev
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Abbie woke up earlier than the others. She stretched and rubbed her eyes, getting used to the dark light. She remembered what Andy announced yesterday and ran her hands through her hair, clearing it of any tangles in it. She wasn’t sure what to do next, since she had never been on any sort of mission before, so she sat on her bed and waited for one of the others to wake up. She didn’t wait long.
“Morning Abbie,” Angela yawned, startling her.
“Morning,” Abbie replied, slipping off her bed
“You sleep well?” Angela added, brushing through her hair. Abbie nodded.
“What is it that we need to do to get ready for this… mission?” Abbie asked, blinking as Angela turned on the light. Steph and Michele soon woke up.
“War paint, get into our uniforms. Nothing too special,” She shrugged. Steph and Michele nodded.
“We’re not sure what Andy wants you to do, though. Maybe you should go by
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 34The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 34 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 34- Black Horse
The door flung open a few hours later. It wasn’t right. He was early. He left the door open. Abbie heard distant alarms go off and the rushing of feet, as well as screaming and roaring. The blinding lights flashed on like lightning, shocking the tiny teenager. He grabbed a knife off the table and straddled Abbie, putting all his weight on her stomach. She looked at him, eyes wide. He held the cold blade to her neck, sweat covering face and eyes desperate.
“I’m giving you one last chance. Tell me who the last creature we need is.” He was out of breath. Abbie was about to open her mouth, when someone interrupted her.
“Abbie!” The familiar deep voice carried itself to her ears. Before Abbie could look, the knife dragged itself across her boney neck, crimson red blood pouring out of the wound. The last thing Abbie saw was Andy fall to the ground and Ashley dragging him away.
Her body glowed. She landed on all four hooves. She snor
The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 23The Prophet's Daughter- Chapter 23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 23- the Control
A different guard walked in. He was clad in a dark, evil black, blacker than the Wretcheds’ lifeless souls. He grabbed the girl by the shoulder and shoved her out the door.
"Let's go!" the guard shouted, pushing Abbie forward. The poor, frail girl stumbled over her feet.
"But the cells are back there!" she cried, desperate to get back to the only comfort she had left.
"You're going in for questioning," the guard replied, his voice thick with annoyance.
"But I just was questioned! Literally not even a minute ago!" she protested. The guard sneered and shoved Abbie forward again.
"I'm just following orders," he barked, ending their conversation. He opened a large, black door that stood like a blemish in the all white facility and lead to a hallway that looked different from all the others. The walls were painted a
The Black Army- Chapter 18The Black Army- Chapter 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 18- Heavy Metal
Abbie woke up to the shifting of her mattress and a heavy weight on her stomach. Her eyes shot open and she started to scream, but someone put his hand on her mouth. She rubbed her eyes and recognized the smell instantly.
“CC?” She questioned, trying to sit up. She couldn’t and looked at the weight that was pushing her into the mattress. CC was sitting on her stomach, one leg on either side of her small body.
“You owe me a ride!” he exclaimed like a child demanding his parent to play with him. Abbie could tell he was trying not to smile and she rolled her eyes.
“What time is it?” she grumbled.
“SIX? CC, why are you waking me up so early. I thought you were supposed to like sleep.”
“I do, but I’ve never ridden a horse before.”
“Ok, never a talking one,” he said innocently, giving her the puppy dog eye look and smiling.
The Black Army- Chapter 14The Black Army- Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 14- A Look into the Past
“So… Jinxx said something about a planet exploding?” Jake asked, his eyes eager. He and Abbie had been walking around for a while. Abbie was trying to avoid going back as much as possible, and Jake refused to leave her no matter what she said or did. She didn’t mind his company, though. She had gotten to know everyone else but Jake. He interested her, partly because he seemed different from everyone else.
Abbie nodded. “Yeah. My captors had blown up a lot of planets, I’ve heard. I only know of one, though,” she said quietly. He looked at her thoughtfully.
“How do you know for sure?” he asked. He seemed just as interested in her as she was him. He looked at her when she spoke to him, and took her seriously. She liked that. She hated when people shooed her off because she was younger or smaller than them.
“It’s a long story,” she replied.
“We’ve got time.”
slow motion guilt or acid tripread my lips--lift the kiss print.slow motion guilt or acid trip in Free Verse More Like This
come a little closer, perfect fit.
read my heart's aortic charts,
literature for the broken arts.
read my skin cells,
sex cells, jail cells.
the bookstore sells
cancer cells. i read
this one already; it
sucks. the ending
sucks. all endings
suck. but this one
read my mind--you're on it.
inside you'll find
a boy in a closet,
carving bones from his
skeleton safety deposit
read my bone structure:
not a chordate.
cut off my patella: loves me;
break my tibia: loves me not
(i put the 'fib' in 'fibula' & the
'boy' in 'boycott' & i boycott
conversation in my situation)
of pathetic rhetoric. quickwit
logic, a magician's arithmetic.
Read a textbook called How to Unhinge
a Megalomaniac--snap my achille's heel
and shatter my back. Watch me fall like
dominos and the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Watch me fall head-over-achille's-heels
for you. Watch me trip like an eg
a marriage between modern alchemists at TiffanysRemove your wedding ringa marriage between modern alchemists at Tiffanys in Free Verse More Like This
& go back inside your cage
(the one on my bed tucked
deep within my fantasy). I
am Rumpelstiltskin's ex-lover twice
removed; I spin clichés into gold &
recycled vows into gold bands that
smother your fingerbone. The left
hand, the one closest to the heart–
connected through arterial ellipsis–
it clenches the scarecrow ribcage I
once loaned to a farmer's whore. I
pulled out the last straw
like a Jenga block. A tug
or two to remind myself
that I'm not made of tin.
Take off your jewelry & skin
like a size-one stripper. The
imprint etched around your
metacarpus now a hickey &
for the grand finale I shall concoct you
an aphrodisiac fresh from my brewery:
LovePotion #You. I'd offer you a sip if
another tongue had not already coiled
around yours like a wedding ring.
Warholian Sociocultural Versemongering Art FantasyThe typeface on your heartWarholian Sociocultural Versemongering Art Fantasy in Free Verse More Like This
is two font sizes too small
& mine is too nonexistent.
I'm too Comic Sans
you're too Times
New Roman for
-a pompous art critic
in a backalley gallery
where vagrants build
chateaux from apple
cores & three month
-a lofty museum curator
sipping toxic pay checks
disguised as fine wine &
-a pretentious mannequin
teaching fashionistas how
to dance migraines intact
(call it hoe couture)
-a sycophant guilty of thinking
that "I louvre you" is romantic
yet innocent of doing anything
worth an empty blue box
the holiday paradox"Welcome to Planet Holiday!" A green man tipped his top hat while I exited the ship.the holiday paradox in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why is it called Planet Holiday? Are there a lot of holidays?
"Yes." The green man chuckled. "There is one holiday, called The Great Holiday, which occurs at the end of the year."
"Don't you think that your planet's name is misleading?" I shrugged. "I don't consider one holiday a lot."
"Why not at all! We consider the eve of a holiday as its own holiday. So the penultimate day of the year is The Great Holiday Eve."
"Okay, so two holidays a year -- more than one -- but stil not very many. On my planet, we have a ton more, and we don't name it Planet Holiday."
"What's silly about your species is how you fail to celebrate the eves of your holidays. Even your traditional ones."
"Not true," I say. "On Christmas Eve I get to open one present, and my sister and I hang up our stockings with care."
"So you celebrate Christmas Eve, but why not Christmas Eve Eve? The third to last day of the year her
raise a family with a strangerlet's grow each other together.raise a family with a stranger in Free Verse More Like This
we'll adopt twenty-six kids: one
for each letter of the alphabet.
the first thirteen will be girls;
the last thirteen will be boys.
we'll neither give them middle names,
nor use uppercase letters. and they'd
leslie and oliver and victor and ellen
would be quadruplets; they'd form
hearts with their hands and smile
with their eyes closed. they'd be
our favourites, but we wouldn't
tell them that. we wouldn't tell
them that, but they'd still know.
sure, we'd go bankrupt. sure, we'd
go insane. sure, we'd go everywhere
at all hours at all ages but at least we'll
at the entourage camouflaged as a blind panhandleri threw ten dollarsat the entourage camouflaged as a blind panhandler in Free Verse More Like This
& four hours down
the dumps, to match
my mood. a fucking
on an invisible bunk.
i am the jealous voyeur
staring through a one-
sided mirror. two sins
out of seven. not bad
for a false advertiser,
not good enough for
sin city's standards.
the unrecyclable soirée
-i'm locked out of my house
-lust locked out of my heart
-peace locked out of its ajna
i should have kept
the padlock & saw
the recurring motif
isn't one of them)
there is more worth
in a beggar's hat
congratulations, you just diedyou fucked the Grim Reaper,congratulations, you just died in Free Verse More Like This
and i won the lottery. if this
is good luck or bad grammar,
i'll never know. i'd say karma
if i wasn't so homicidal, but at
least i don't screw entities (or)
screw the academy,
i'd like to thank you.
but who are you, exactly?
or rather, who aren't you?
well, i know for a fact:
you are not the love of my life.
you are not the life of my love.
you might be the death of me;
you could be the death of love.
perhaps just the love of Death.
i heard Death got married last march.
i wasn't invited. i never am. oh well.
i bet the wedding was like a funeral--
the Death of bachelorhood. the end
of loneliness. the birth of matrimony.
i heard there was a massacre
at the reception party. one of
Death's cousins set the church
on fire. Arson, i believe. Envy,
maybe. i don't know, maybe it
was his sister, Disappointment,
or his brother, Murder. anyway,
Salutations, Disaster, Kill Mehello,Salutations, Disaster, Kill Me in Free Verse More Like This
the world ends the day
you forget who you are
the world ended
with world war ii
the world will never end
as long as we're kissing
you've got armageddon
written all over your lips
(let me lick the catastrophe clean)
i don't believe in greetings
or apocalypses or eternity
in world war nineteen,
will you hold my hand?
you don't believe in propaganda
or conspiracies or happy endings
you don't believe in saying
i'd follow my dreams, but i'm an insomniacthis is neither the time nori'd follow my dreams, but i'm an insomniac in Free Verse More Like This
the place to tell you i souled
your nightmares to the devil's
mother for three dollars & six
sensethe same price as your
misshapen cardiomuscles. or
that one time i went
skydiving with your ego,
crashing dead autopilots
in the middle of the ocean.
my pulmonary vessels sunk
as phantom limbs stretched
towards the maudlin dreamcatcher
hanging over your gallows bedpost
the knots in my noosestomach
tied tight strangled my ideas &
my desires became penetrated
by my own incubus. i didn't rig
your parachute, i swear to god.
i swear to anygod who will listen
i'm asleep; telepathic trespassing:
i am a terrorist; i flew astral planes
into the san